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Hi. My name is Jake and I'm 19-years-old and I'm bisexual. I had my first gay experience when I was 14 with my cousin, Kyle. Here's my story. This is true and my first story on here, so be nice. My memory's a little foggy, so I only put what I remember. My cousin Kyle and I are fairly close. He is my age and I always looked forward to going down to my grandma's to see him whenever he and his family would visit. We did everything together during our visits and we still do to this day; video games, reading, etc. Kyle was a fairly handsome kid with black hair and wears glasses. When we were young, we would play a "game" in private since we were curious about each other's bodies. What happened would that one of us would undress the other down to his underwear, then the undressed one would lay flat on his back while the other one would massage, touch, and caress his body. Then he would do it to the other one. We always kept our underwear on, but would touch each other's penises and asses through the underwear. We started when we were, oh, about 6 years old and continued for a while. Then, one night when we were both 14, something unexpected happened. It was a stormy summer night and Kyle and I were sleeping in the basement. Since he was the only one, apart from his parents, to come with to Grandma's house, we had the basement all to ourselves. There was a big thunderstorm outbreak across the state and we were sitting on the floor and watching the Weather Channel. Eventually, we got bored. "Hey, Jake?" He asked. "Yeah?" "Wanna play our game?" "Sure! Which one of us will go first?" "I'll go first." So we got up on the bed and I took off his T-shirt and socks, then laid him down. As I began running my hands all over his body, from his toes to his mouth, and feeling his smooth flesh, he said something that would change the face of our game. "Take off my boxers." "You sure?" "Yeah! We've never seen each other naked before, so I think it's time that we did." He was right. We had never seen each other naked before in our lives; we never even saw each other's penises or bare asses. My heart pounded and I noticed that I had an erection. As I gripped the waistband of his boxers and he lifted his waist to help me get them off, I noticed that he had a boner as well. "Be careful taking them off. I've got a stiffy." He said. I closed my eyes and continued sliding them down his legs to his bare feet. Finally. I had them in my hands and dropped them beside the bed. I opened my eyes and saw his beautiful, naked, hairless, body. My attention was especially on his dick, since it was the fist time that I had ever seen it. His penis was slightly smaller than mine, erect, and just waiting to be touched. Ignoring the temptation, I continued rubbing his body. "Touch it." Kyle whispered. "Huh?" "Go ahead. Touch it." Gingerly, I took his rock-hard cock in my hand. I held it for a while, then slowly pumped it up and down. Kyle let out a little moan. "Ohh, yeah. That feels good. Do that again." So I pumped again and again, speeding up a little. I couldn't believe what I was doing; I was jacking off my own cousin! It felt... good in a way. He was gasping and letting out small moans in the process. Finally, I stopped. "Let's get back to our game." I said. "Alright." I turned him over to massage his backside and saw his perfect ass. After running my hands down from his neck to his crack, I gently began rubbing his ass, then I pried apart his cheeks. His small, puckered hole was SO clean and so beautiful; I slowly put my finger on it and began rubbing it. "You sure know how to make things feel good." He said. After rubbing his anus for a while, I finished by running my hands back down his legs to his feet. Then, he turned over. "Jake, that felt so good. I'm impressed." He grinned. "My turn." I said, preparing myself for his massage. "No, no. I want you to do something to me." He said, laying down again. "What?" "Well, uh, I saw a video online of a girl sucking on a guy's penis and it looked like he liked it." "You want me to do that to you?" "Yeah." "You sure?" I, myself, had seen some softcore porn when I was young and saw girls sucking guy's dicks, but I wasn't sure if doing it to my own cousin was such a good idea. "I don't know, Kyle. It doesn't seem right." "Come on. No one'll know." "Well, uh, how do I do it?" "The girl put it in her mouth and sucked on it and was, like, bobbing her head back and forth and she would occasionally lick it and suck the guy's sack. Make sure your teeth don't touch it, though." My erection was getting too hard to ignore, so I unsnapped my boxers and let it out. Kyle didn't see it, though. I slowly lowered my head to his penis. Licking my lips, I gently stuck out my tongue and slowly ran it from the base to the tip, tasting my cousin's sweet flesh. Kyle let out a small moan. Then, I slowly took the whole thing in my mouth and began sucking on it, bobbing my head back and forth like he said. Kyle was moaning, panting and writhing beneath me. He gently ran his hands through my hair. "Ohh, yeah, Jake, keep sucking. That feels so good." I continued sucking him off, running my tongue across the tip, tasting his pre-cum, and occasionally taking it out and licking it and licking and sucking his ballsack. As I continued sucking him, he suddenly held my head still and began fucking my mouth. "The guy was doing this to the girl." He said. As I continued sucking, I could feel Kyle's cock getting harder and harder. I was moaning myself at the feeling of it. I ran my hands all over his body as I continued sucking, kissing, and licking him. "Stop, stop, stop." He said at one point. I took his cock out of my mouth, sat up, and said, "What is it?" "Have you ever ejaculated before?" "No, why?" "I thought I was about to cum, so that's why I stopped." "Well, thanks." I was truly thankful that we stopped. I didn't like the idea of him orgasming in my mouth and filling it with cum. "I wanna do it to you, this time." He said. "Let's not do the massage; let's just jump right to the sucking." My heart pounded harder and harder as he stripped me naked and laid me down. "You've got a pretty nice cock." He said. I was a bit endowed for my age. Kyle's cock was a bit of a small one, but my cock was pretty good one for my age. Kyle then began doing what I pretty much was doing to him. He was right; it DID feel great. I could feel all the blood rushing to my cock. My breath came in gasps and pants and I started fucking his head like he did mine. I don't really need to go into detail about him blowing and sucking me since I pretty much already described that, do I? :) Soon, I felt my cock tightening and pleasurable sensations all over my body. Realizing that I was about to cum, I told him to stop and he did. My cock tightened and tightened, but the orgasm didn’t come. Thankfully, I had stopped him before I had my orgasm. We both laid down next to each other, our still-erect cocks touching each other. "That was great." He said. "It was, but I don't want to stop." I said. "Let's do this." He climbed on top of me. "What are you doing?" "Jake, there's something I have to tell you: I'm gay." "So what? Who cares if you're gay?" "Jake, I... want you." "Huh? What do you mean?" "I've been in love with you for the past couple of years. I fantasize about us making love. Every time we play our game, I always get the urge to have us both play it naked, but I always chicken out." "Kyle, you sure? I mean, we're cousins. Family. This is incest. If anyone found out, we'd be in BIG trouble." "No one'll know as long as we keep it secret." I looked into his eyes and realized that I felt the same amount of love as he did for me. I realized that I wanted it as much as he did. "Alright. But no kissing on the lips or penetration." "I can agree to that. In fact, it'll be fake sex. We're not technically having sex since we're not penetrating each other, so we're still technically virgins." I looked into his brown eyes, removed his glasses, spread my legs and put them into the air and he slowly began humping, his penis grinding against mine. I felt like a girl being made love to. As he humped, I ran my hands all over his back and ass, then I pried apart his cheeks and started rubbing his anus again. We both moaned quietly. After grinding for a while, I rolled on top of him and started doing it to him. "God, you're so handsome." He whispered. "So are you." After "frotting" for a while, I got off and stared at his feet. I have a bit of a foot fetish and I like bare male feet. Young boys, teens, adult men are the ones that look best. Kyle and I has seen each other's bare feet and bare soles, but never in this sense. I climbed down towards his feet and stared into his soles. They were so beautiful and clean and looked so tempting. "Uh, what are you doing?" He asked as I began stroking and massaging his feet. "I don't know why, but I like bare guy feet. I mean I REALLY like them." "Well, do what you want to them." "Can I,uh, lick and kiss them and suck on your toes?" "Go right ahead." I slowly began licking his right foot from the heel to the tip of his big toe, my hands rubbing the top of his foot and his other foot. I kissed it and drew my tongue between his toes, tasting his sweet foot. I then put his big toe in my mouth and began sucking; bobbing back and forth, like it was his dick. "You like my feet?" He asked. "Oh, yeah." After sucking all his toes, I went and did the same thing to his other foot, then I climbed back up, trailing my tongue from his big toe up his leg to his sack. "Here, why don't we do something different? I'll lay upside down on you so we can 69." "Huh? What's 69?" "You suck mine while I suck yours." I immediately laid down and he lay upside down, his penis directly at my mouth. Without wasting time, I immediately began sucking and he did the same. I don't remember much, but I remember how good it felt and how good his cock tasted. While sucking, I played with his butthole yet again. Like earlier, we both stopped when we felt an orgasm coming on. "Since you like my butthole so much, why don't you lick it?" He asked. "What?!" "I saw the guy doing it to the girl and she enjoyed it." "You sure?" "You saw how clean it is. I took a shower before we came down here and I washed my butt pretty thoroughly." "Alright. If you fart or shit while I'm licking, you're dead." "You think I'm gonna do that to you?" He got on all fours, exposing his ass to me. After hesitating a bit, I dove in and began eating his supple ass. I was surprised that his anus tasted just like skin and not shit. I licked it, kissed it, swirled my tongue around it, sucked it, and occasionally licked, kissed, and sucked on his ass cheeks. He was obviously moaning all the while as I ate his ass. Was this a dream or was I really giving my own cousin a rimjob? "Mmm, yes. Yeah, eat that shithole." He moaned. I tongued his ass for a about a minute or so, then stopped. I laid him back down on his back and climbed on top of him in the Cowgirl Position. "I'm gonna make you cum." I said. "We have been holding it back haven't we?" He asked. "Yeah, we have." Putting his penis "behind" my butt to make sure it didn't hurt him, I began humping away. I was running my hands all over his chest and stomach while he was doing the same to mine. I humped and humped while he moaned and groaned and I did too. As I continued humping him, a fine layer of sweat growing over our bodies, I didn't care if it was incest or not. He didn't care, so why should I care? Soon, I felt my cock tightening and tightening and waves of pleasure. I knew immediately that I was about to cum, but I would let it release this time and I assumed that Kyle would too. "Kyle, I'm gonna- I'm gonna..." I moaned. "So am I!" He practically yelled. After a few more humps, I could practically feel the semen flowing to my cock. "Here I CUM!" I yelled as I sprayed a massive load all over his torso. At the same time, he came all over my ass. Exhausted, I collapsed next to him and he, not caring that he was covered with my cum, rolled to face me. "Jake, that was fucking wonderful... just fucking wonderful." He whispered. "We should do it again tomorrow night." I smiled. "I'm game. You?" "Can't wait!" "Don't you dare tell anyone." "This'll be our little secret." We wiped the cum off of ourselves, put our clothes back on, pulled a blanket over us, and fell asleep in each other's arms. We continued doing this for the next couple of years. It would always be the same thing, oral but no penetration. Kyle and I absolutely loved doing it and nobody ever found out about it. When we were 17, we decided to stop doing it since we were turning 18 soon and didn't want to continue this during adulthood, but we decided to do it one last time before we made our vow stick. We are still very close this day and sometimes even talk about it, but we never do it. This is my first story and I'm just going off on what I remember. Please be nice. Coming up: A true story about how I had "real" gay sex with my gay college roommate, Derek, several months back. Yes, I did play "The Game" with him in case you're wondering.
SHE COMES WITH THE HOUSE Sometimes you find a job that you just love. I did. I've kind of always been lucky like that. For the last two years, it has been my great good fortune to have a job that - on average - takes only a few hours a day. It gets busy once in a while but it's rare. Most of the time it's kick back and relax. I live in the San Francisco Bay Area and work for a man named Peter. Peter owns a series of buildings on both sides of the Bay. I am in charge of one in the Hills above Berkeley, a very nice, very expensive place that is rented out by the week or month to travelers who want a unique California experience. It's a beautiful place. The entire west face of the building is floor to ceiling glass on all three floors - it gives a complete panorama view of the Bay. All of the rooms are huge with high ceilings and amazing woodwork. It rents for more per day than I make in a month and it comes with a chef, a driver, and two maids. And Diane. My job is to make sure Diane is taken care of between tenants. She doesn't ever leave the place and I'm not sure she would even remember how to take care of herself, but since the place is rented most of the time, that really isn't much of a problem. Let me tell you a bit about Diane and about how it all works. Diane is an incredibly hot middle-aged woman from the Midwest. She got involved in the whole BDSM scene and was passed from master to master (as they call it) until she ended up out here with Peter. Peter is connected worldwide and he really saw something special in her. Diane is evidently a standout among the women he's had as slaves in the past. She came to him already well trained. He enjoyed her for a while - pushing her obedience and submission further and further, always trying something new. Eventually, he got tired of it. He gave up on finding limits he couldn't take her past - it seems that there were none. So he took a completely different approach with her. That first year, he had her flown around the world to a variety of his clients. They all agreed that she was special. A high ranking politician in China used her as bribe to gain votes from forty different political interests in a single ten day period. A rich businessman in Thailand had her put on several twisted sex shows for his clients. Peter told me about one of the freakiest. The Thai man wanted to prove how decadent American women could be. He had her do a fairly mild striptease, stripping from a plain, grey business suit to pasties and a silver G string. Eventually, two older women took her offstage while the music kept blaring over the speakers. They stripped her naked, laid her on her back, and pushed the nozzle of an enema bag into her bottom. One of them opened the top of the sack and dipped her finger in - it was filled with cum. They emptied the bag into her, then paraded her back onstage again - this time fully naked. She was instructed to walk from one end of the runway to the other, squatting in front of each of the men and filling a small bowl with the cum. When she was finished, she got on her hands and knees in the middle of the room. From then on, anyone who wanted to fuck her would indicate so by emptying his bowl over her head, then he would take her from behind as the cum soaked into her hair and dripped onto the floor. There were other stories but none more bizarre than that one. He told me that by the end of the year, he was commanding nearly $10,000 for a weekend's work. Diane - he said - was a keeper. A real moneymaker. This week is one of my busy weeks. Nobody's rented the place, so there's nobody using Diane. Yesterday - Monday - I got up at ten till four in the morning. A ritual day for Diane - that is, a day when she's not in use - starts early. At four, I went into the basement and turned on the lights. When the light in the big room go on, another set of flood lights goes on in Diane's small room. A loud bell clangs at the same time to wake her. She got up right away and pressed her face against the little window in the door. That was the drill every since the first time I screwed up. Since the room she sleeps in is soundproofed, I can't heard the bell. One morning, I left it on for nearly ten minutes, which ended up giving her a huge headache. Since then, she's jumped to the window quickly to let me know she's up. I opened the door and handed her soap and a towel so she could take her morning shower. Then, a breakfast of bacon and eggs and coffee and - by four-thirty - down to work. I picked a baby blue nighty for her and told her to pull her hair back in a pony tail. While she was doing her makeup, I cranked up the different computer rigs she'd be spending the next few hours in front of. The first one was for the blog entries. Between sessions, Peter had her document everything that the last clients did to her. He said that making her write about it was a way of making her relive it and internalize it even further. He was right. I'd watched her masturbate often enough while she was writing those blogs to know he was right. Then, there were her four different phone sex services. Diane was listed under different names on four of the Internet's most popular BDSM sites. Peter had a friend of his who was a professional photographer do the shoots, altering the makeup and hair coloring, then PhotoShopping the images enough to give her four distinct personalities. Not that it mattered to the callers. Once she picked up the phone, she was just a picture in their head anyway. I glanced over at her while I was rebooting one of the servers that had locked up. Still a hot body, even with the occasional mark here and there. Peter told me I was free to do anything I wanted to with her but I settled for the occasional blowjob. All that freaky stuff is beyond me. Evidently not beyond her, though. I watched her running her fingers along the fabric of the nightgown laying on the bed. Her eyes were getting wider and I saw her bending her knees, opening her legs slightly. Her nipples were stiff and hard, poking out a full inch from her titties. I watched her belly as her breath quickened. She closed her eyes and I saw her pink tongue poking out between her lips. "No! Bad girl!" I barked at her. She opened her eyes and turned her head toward me, then lowered her gaze and whimpered. Fuck. She looked at me. According to Peter's "rules", I had to punish her. But it wasn't that easy. I knew her well enough by now to know that she'd probably done it just to get punished. A good spanking to start the day. I shook my head. She was that depraved. I sat still for a minute or so. Diane stood with her shoulders hunched slightly, head down. Then, she turned and looked at me again, jerked her head back into position when she saw I was looking. Sure enough, the bitch was playing games. Trying to get me to do something. What now? Well, like the old joke says: when the masochist says "hurt me", the true sadist says "no". "Diane." I turned back to the computer. "Get dressed and get in here." While she slipped the nighty over her head, I checked the hardware on the chair. Two dildoes, each two inches around and eight inches long. The big Hitachi vibrator plugged in and visible on the desktop. The dildoes were mounted on pneumatic devices that drove them six inches up and down at random intervals during the calls. And, underneath the desk, the iron shackles for her ankles. Another ingenious creation of Peter's. From the desk up, the guys on the other end of the camera would see a sexy, hot woman masturbating for them. In reality, she'd be getting reamed by two monster cocks. The last piece was the most creative touch of all. On top of the four phone sex sites, Diane was registered on all of the sites that featured "orgasm denial". For an additional price, the customer (man or woman) had full control of the dildoes and the vibrator, turning them on and off, varying the speed and depth, adjusting the nuances of the experience. I have to say that - of all the sessions I've watched - the denial sessions done to Diane by a pair of women in Atlanta were by far the most intense thing I'd seen. They always left her completely destroyed. A typical session with the women - they called themselves the Mancuso twins for who-knows-what reason - lasted nearly two hours and was punctuated by dozens of near-orgasms for Diane. She was limp and sweaty by the end, sobbing and completely incoherent. The women had called four times in the last few months and each time had left her like that. She was a wild woman on whatever call came next and in two cases the men reported her to the phone sex provider for "inappropriate behavior". Imagine. All four times, the women called back after an hour or two and brought Diane to a huge orgasm that left her exhausted for days. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. She leaned over the chair and soaked the dildoes with her spit, then straddled them and slid them slowly up inside her. After all this time, it still wasn't easy. I knew why. It was part of the routine. For half an hour every morning, Peter has her insert something called "vaginal cones" into her body and go about her normal routine. She puts them in herself - one in front and one in back. They weigh just over 30g, Peter has been experimenting with weights from 10g to 50g but settled on these. The overall effect is that it keeps her tight enough that he doesn't have to consider surgery. I hadn't noticed her taking them out this morning - it's become such a part of the routine, I don't even look anymore. When the dildoes were firmly lodged insider Diane's belly, I shackled her ankles to the legs of the chair and activated the computer screens. "Be back at eight," I said cheerfully. Then, I leaned close to her. She raised her eyes and stared at my mouth, not daring to meet my eyes. I swung my hand and slapped her across the fact. Smack... "please" ... smack ... "don't" ... smack ... "play" ... "any" ... smack ... "more" ... smack ... "games" ... smack ... "like" ... smack ... "that" ... smack ... "with" ... BEEP One of the machines beeped, she had a caller. I leaned forward and wiped the tears from her eyes, kissed her on the forehead, and headed for the basement stairs. I flicked off the light, leaving her trembling in the blue glow of the monitors. I spent the morning sitting on a lounge chair next to the pool. It was early and still too chilly to go in. I watched the sunrise and thumbed through the latest copy of People magazine. Diane was safe and occupied which meant that my time was free. I went inside at about seven and made myself an English muffin, walked down the stairs to check on Diane. She was deep into a phone call, making slurping sounds by pushing three fingers in and out of her mouth. The guy on the other end was probably imagining a blowjob. I watched her for a few minutes. I never really got into phone sex, wondered what kind of guy was on the other end of the phone. Diane's slurping sounds got louder and faster and I saw her body start to shake - she was cumming. I shook my head. Faking a blowjob and she made herself cum. The woman was pure sex. The light on top of the monitor went out, the man had hung up. Diane kept slurping, pushing her hand deeper into her mouth, lurching up and down, fucking herself on the dildoes. She came again, screaming loud this time and throwing her head back hard. The headset slid backward and she reached up and caught it before it fell off. I saw her sneak a glance at me, then return her eyes to the monitors. I turned around and went back upstairs. At eight in the morning, I went back into the basement and shut down the phone lines one by one. When I shut the last one down, I turned to her and asked, "finished with the blog?" She nodded. "Yes, sir." "Good," I said. It didn't matter, she had time to finish it later if she had to, but it would make my day easier. "Get into your exercise clothes." Diane went back into her little room and changed. She spent the next ninety minutes in Peter's gym, alternating weight training, yoga poses, and flat out running on a treadmill. Peter had hired a consultant to work out the perfect regimen for her body type and for the musculature he wanted. Her belly was flat and hard, but her thighs and arms had a nice layer of padding to keep her from looking like an undernourished runway model. I had to keep her in line during the regimen, it was one of my few regular duties. Diane's attention drifted often and I had to pull her back. She would be doing a sit-up and get turned on by feeling her thigh muscles tighten. Or doing leg extensions and start to slide her hand down between her legs. Her hyper-sexuality was a challenge. Peter insisted on it but it made it difficult for her to perform normal day to day behaviors. Everything turned her on. At nine-thirty she told me she needed to pee. Even this was highly ritualized now. Since Peter's clients had so many different fetishes around body functions, Diane was no longer allowed to use a toilet. On a day like today - a day with no clients to direct her - she might even forget to ask until it was imminent. This time, she remembered. I looked at the calendar. "It's a diaper day," I said. Flushed with shame, Diane walked to the pantry and slowly opened the door. She reached for an upper shelf and took out a disposable adult diaper. I stood with my arms crossed while she stripped naked and stepped into the diaper. She pulled it up as quickly as she could, then stood with her feet together and her arms at her sides, waiting. I watched her for several minutes before I remembered what she was waiting for. It was a childish game of Peter's, I almost chuckled. "Piss yourself." Diane's face changed slightly and I knew she was working on releasing her bladder. After all this time, it was one of the very few things she still found difficult. Peter knew it and that was why he made it part of the ritual. When she was finished, she closed her eyes and lowered her head. "Sir, I am...finished. May I..." she stopped. This was another of the parts I still didn't like. I stepped closer to her, put my face close to hers. "Say it." "Sir, I am finished...may..." "Finished with what?" "Sir, I am finished pissing mys..." she froze again, shuddering and wrapping her arms around herself. "Go to your room," I commanded in the strictest voice I could manage. She slowly went down the basement stairs, gingerly raising her feet at every step. I saw a trickle of liquid leaking down the inside of her thighs. She must have had quite a lot. I pressed the button that opened her room and she went through the thick door. "Stand in the nipple corner." She walked to the far corner of the room, pushed her nose against the wall. "Connect the punisher." Diane's hands shook as she reached for the nipple clamps that were attached by steel cables to rings in the floor. Peter had set this up as one of a handful of punishment sites around the house. Diane squatted until her thighs were parallel to the floor, her knees bent ninety degrees. Then, she connected the clamps to her nipples. The cable was exactly long enough to produce the desired effect. If she rose up any higher, her nipples would be stretched painfully toward the floor. She could squat deeper, closer to the floor, to relieve the tension. But it was a bad idea. It would only increase the temptation to straighten her legs. "Thirty minutes," I said and walked out of the room. There was no way she could last, Peter knew that and he'd told me that. She'd try to remain stationary but would give up and lower herself toward the floor. And that was when the real pain would. Her calves and hamstrings would start burning, then threaten to cramp. She'd try to stand up, straightening her legs, pulling harder and harder at her nipples. I watched from the bottom of the stairs and sure enough, Peter was right. After seven or eight minutes, she started squirming. After eleven minutes, she was squatting deeper, knees flailing back and forth, trying to avoid cramping. At sixteen minutes, she was moaning, trembling and starting to whimper. Then, the jerking up and down started. She would jerk upward until her nipples couldn't take it anymore, then squat back down fast, her thighs screaming in pain, making her straighten up again. I let her go another three minutes before I went back in and undid the clamps. "You failed. I'll notify Peter," was all I said. Diane collapsed to the floor. I left her there until ten-thirty. There was still plenty of housework to do and more of her day off agenda. Also, I'd been scanning through the emails I had sent to my porn account. One of the fringe benefits Peter offered me was that I had access to Diane on her days off. I didn't do much with that the first year, but over the several months, I've made a pretty good amount of money putting Diane into fetish and bondage movies. My best customers were a pair of skinheads with a serious latex-and-pain fetish. They'd used her in over two dozen movies, sometimes making two and three on the same day. A typical scenario for them was Diane bound in latex, every inch of her covered except her breasts, then forty-five minutes of tit flogging with a variety of whips, canes, and straps. She would invariably cum from the treatment which enraged them and pushed them on further. She was becoming very popular in their circles. They'd proposed another set of movies to me and I was considering it. Diane could have most of the housework done by one in the afternoon, which left about four hours before her next scheduled workout at five. The movies appealed to some dark side of me and they were willing to pay. When I got back to the basement, Diane as still where I'd left her, curled up on the floor in the corner wearing the diaper. I smiled. Something about this turned me on. Maybe I'd been around Peter too much. "Get up." Diane got to her feet, stood at attention with her arms at her sides. "Put on your coveralls and get to the housework. Kitchen first, then the yard, then the bathroom. Be finished by twelve." I turned and went back up the stairs. I knew she would be confused - by my insisting she keep the diaper on and by telling her to be done by noon. We both knew it wasn't possible and we both knew she'd be punished for it. I went back to the computer room and typed up my reply to the skinheads. I told them to expect us by one and that they had four hours. The alpha male - Tim - replied almost immediately with an address and a touchpad combination for the security. I heard Diane in the yard, she must have finished the kitchen quickly. She was moving around quickly, pulling up a weed her, watering a plant there. I watched her unsteady motions as she tried to navigate in the soggy diaper and rough denim. There was a damp spot between her legs, the diaper was leaking. I'd have to point that out to Peter too, he would certainly notice it anyway. Diane finished the yard at five minutes till noon. We both knew she needed at least twenty minutes in the bathroom, which meant she'd be late. I made it a point to follow closely behind her when she came into the house and headed quickly for the bathroom. I was tempted to say something but it was pointless. We both knew what I would say. She took the small potato brush out of its place underneath the sink and started scrubbing the bottom tiles of the shower. Peter had designed the bathroom cleaning to be as humiliating as he could and still get the work done. She scrubbed the tile bathtub, the floor, and the toilet with the small brush on her hands and knees, then wiped down all of the other surfaces with vinegar and water. She arranged the towels and hairbrushes and declared herself finished. At twelve minutes after twelve. "Late again," I said with no particular malice or interest. "So, what's this all about?" Eddie asked. "Watch, watch," Tim laughed. He ran the back of his hand gently along Diane's chin. She was trembling in the cool cellar, standing completely naked except for the now saturated diaper. "The little girl wet herself, didn't she?" he cooed. Diane's eyes watered but she didn't answer. I just watched quietly. "Hey, Timmy! Don't be an asshole. We've got work to do here!" The voice came from one of the cameramen. Diane turned toward it and looked around the room. It was a stone basement beneath a barn but it had been done up to look like the galley of a slave ship. There were wooden benches lining both walls and huge sweaty men with dark tans and tattoos on the benches. They were shackled with thick iron chains around their ankles and wearing only tattered loincloths and sandals. All of them were bald and all of them were staring at her like ravenous wolves looking at a fawn. I'd kept Diane in the diaper for the trip over. I knew it would have an effect on the men, or at least Tim. He'd brought it up over and over in emails and I thought I'd give him a little treat. Everyone's got their own kink, right? I'd had her pull a tight black dress over the diaper, which was even more embarrassing since it made it that much more obvious she was wearing one. "All right. Get out of that and take a shower so you don't smell like piss. Then, get into that harem girl outfit. Be back in five minutes," he turned to me, "or else you don't get the money." Diane took the costume and nearly ran down the hall to the bathroom. "She's going to fuck 'em all, you know," Eddie said, nearly panting. "Can she take it? I mean all of 'em, you know? Their cocks, you know? They're all gonna fuck her." "Yeah, Eddie, calm the fuck down," Tim said. He turned to me. "They're all fans. And they all think they're the one who's gonna break her. Lotta competition from a lotta rough guys. You OK with that?" I nodded. After what I'd seen over the years, this was going to be a picnic. Diane came back in the harem outfit, sexy enough that I wanted to fuck her. It wasn't much more than a wide velvet belt and collar and two sets of ankle and wrist bands with a lot of purple see-through material in between. She had a veil over her face and a lot of fake gold jewelry. I saw that she was barefoot and had rings on her toes and bracelets around her ankles. "A classical whore. A real, live, old time whore of Babylon," Tim pronounced. He turned to me and smiled, then turned back to Diane. His hand shot out and he grabbed her left nipple between his right index finger and thumb. He squeezed and twisted, slowly and firmly. Diane dropped slowly to one knee. "Your motivation in this one is simple," he said, pinching harder. Diane felt tears welling in her eyes from the pain. "Survive." He let go. "These are good purebloods and you..." he waved his hand at her outfit "...are a prisoner of an inferior breed. You are on this ship for a contest." He turned toward the men and raised his voice. "It's a Last Man Fucking kind of contest. They are going to fuck you and fuck you until they can't fuck anymore. And the last man gets to decide what will be done with you. Usually, you'll either be sold at auction or taken up on deck and kept on ship to service us until we grow tired of you and throw you overboard." Diane's eyes widened. She knew she would be gang-banged by the men but this added level was insane. The cameraman snapped his fingers and said "action!". Eddie took Diane by the arm and walked her down the hallway and into the galley. "Men! It's time for the contest to begin." With that, he pushed her toward them and turned and walked away. Three of them descended on her right away. The first big man pulled her pants down over her ass and spun her around. He tried to shove his cock into her but Diane was dry and he had trouble. The second man laughed and yanked him off of her, then he turned and spit on her pussy, rubbed it with his hand, then pushed himself into her. His cock was thick and long, but not the worst she'd had. Diane felt her body starting to respond but then someone grabbed her hair and pulled her head backward. She felt a cock ram into her mouth and another pair of hands grabbing her ankles. They pulled her legs open wide and the man rammed in deeper. I could see Diane was scared now - he was too big and he was only the first one. He went rigid and unloaded his cum into her, then pulled out. She felt the next man slide in immediately. The man fucking her mouth held her head still and pushed deep, gagging her and cutting off her breath. He pulled out, pushed deep again, five or six more times before he came deep in her throat. She coughed and gasped, felt another cock pushing between her lips. The man between her legs came, this time, it oozed out of her when he pulled out and gushed even more when the next cock pushed into her. I watched amazed as these huge hulks handed her around like she was weightless. As soon as one of them shot his load up into her, he'd pull his cock out and pass her to the next one. Diane looked like a rag doll, her head lolling side to side, falling backward into someone's lap who quickly shoved his cock into her mouth. Her arms flailed a her side, sometimes grabbing the man who was fucking her, sometimes the man she was blowing. After the eighth or ninth man, Diane came, a shrieking orgasm that made the men cheer. The cameraman swung in close and got her face, signaling to Tim that this was going to be a great shoot. After that, Diane went wild. She nearly jumped from man to man, pounding her body down hard on their cocks, challenging them, egging them on. "Come on, you fucking wimp! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" The man inside her would inevitably grab her shoulders and pull her down hard, tearing a shriek from her throat but she always followed it with "Again! More! Harder!" After an hour or so, everyone had taken two turns at her and some of them were starting to tire out. I saw her looking at me, pleading for something but I couldn't tell what? For them to stop? Or for me to go find more cock for her? I checked my watch. It was just coming up on three o'clock, I didn't need to have her back until five. I was getting hungry, so I told Tim he had her until four thirty, then I left to get a bite. He handed me the money he'd promised and asked me to bring him back a sandwich. I watched Diane vanishing between two bodies as I walked out the door. We got back to the house in plenty of time for her five o'clock session. I brought Diane into the screening room in the basement and leaned her against the back wall. There were several straps that held her arms and legs, one across her forehead and one around her neck, finally a very thick one for her torso. When she was secure, I went into the control room and found the helmet Peter had designed. It had taken a little for me to get used to it but now I was able to get her set up in just a few minutes. It was very much like the headset Alex wore in A Clockwork Orange - the principle purpose was to keep Diane from closing her eyes. Peter had added a device that would take care of dripping moisture onto the eyeballs to keep them damp so once I had it on her, I just went back to the control room and turned on the projector. From five until seven, Diane watched an unending stream of S&M movies ranging from soft-core blindfold-and-tease movies to orgasm denial flicks to hardcore bondage-and-flogging films. None of this did much for me, so I went back into my room and watched some of the shows on the food channel. As usual, by the time I got back, Diane was squirming and soaked in sweat. I could see her muscles straining against the leather, her hips grinding, face contorted. When she saw me, she started begging to be unstrapped, to be allowed to touch herself, to hurt herself. I tried talking to her but she was incoherent, all she could talk about was the movies and what she saw and what she liked. It was a little bit gross, the way she turned into an animal like that. Peter told me not to ever unstrap her right away, she'd be all over me before I could fight back. I turned off the movies and removed the headgear, then left her there for another half-hour to calm down. When I got back, she was limp in her straps, asleep from exhaustion. I gently shook her awake, then unstrapped her and led her into he kitchen for dinner. She went to the drawer where we keep the vaginal cones and took two, inserted them into her body, then came and stood at the table to eat. I shuddered a little watching her. She was so docile, so completely reduced to nothing but her sexual functions. I served her the chicken breast and vegetables but she just looked at them. I cut them for her and put the fork in her hand. Then, she fed herself. By eight-thirty my duties were over. She was also free until ten when I would put her to bed. I asked her if she wanted a glass of wine but she didn't respond, she just stood beside the counter where she'd eaten. I shrugged and went into the movie room. I looked through Peter's movies and selected a comedy from the 80's then went back into the kitchen to get some crackers. Diane was still there, standing in the same spot, but now her legs were about shoulder width apart and her hands were underneath her robe. I stopped in the doorway and watched her. She gently fondled herself, her hands exploring her breasts and belly, occasionally running lightly up her neck to her chin, then vanishing back down underneath the fabric. She slowly leaned her head backward, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. This was a different Diane than the one Tim had used. I wondered what this was, what kind of fantasy was going through her head? Was she being hurt or caressed? Gang-banged or gently touched by a lover? I heard her moan, saw her lips open slightly and her tongue appear. She ran it across her upper lip, then back. I was surprised to feel my cock getting stiff. Diane was a hot looking woman but she'd never really turned me on. She was too depraved, too much Peter's toy for me to take her seriously as a woman. But I was seeing a different side of her. Elegant. Vulnerable. Erotic. I took a step back into the dark hallway to watch her. Diane slid the robe off her shoulders, let it drop and hang from the belt around her waist. She licked the tip of a finger and ran it over her left nipple, then did the same with the other hand. She shook her head slowly, her hair stroking her shoulder blades gently. She didn't twist or pinch her nipples, just tugged them gently and shook her head. I ran my hand over my crotch, rubbed the head of my cock through the denim. I knew I could have her if I wanted her, I just wasn't sure if I wanted her. I hadn't fucked her in all this time, should I start now? Diane reached for the belt of her robe and untied it. It fell to the ground and she stepped sideways out of it. I saw her open her legs and squat slightly, her left hand slowly crawling toward her crotch. She was trembling visibly now, the anticipation of that first touch of finger to clit must have been making her crazy. Her right hand was at her face, two fingers in her mouth, I saw she was biting them hard to keep from crying out. My cock was straining in my pants, my eyes locked on the small of her back, the curve of her bottom, the parts I found most erotic. I could order her to come over here and suck my cock, I could order her to drop to her knees and present her ass to me, or to lay on her back on the table, or to... I stopped and shook my head. I was starting to sound like Peter's customers. But my cock didn't care. It kept sending signals that shut down my brain. It wanted to be inside her, anywhere inside her - mouth, ass, pussy, somewhere. Diane was moaning loudly now, I watched the muscles of her left arm moving as she fingered her clit, speeding up and slowing down, her head bobbing side to side, biting hard on her fingers, then on the ball of her hand, then her thumb. "David?" I heard Peter's voice behind me and spun around, panicked. Peter was standing at the other end of the hall, two drugged-out looking women with him. Both of them were dressed neck to toe in fetish gear, bright red PVC that covered every inch of their bodies. Peter walked toward me with a huge smile on his face. I saw he was staring at my crotch. "So, you're coming around, are you?" He clapped my shoulders with his big hands. "Ready to take a run at her, eh?" We both turned to look at Diane. She'd picked up the robe and wrapped it around herself. A look of fear was frozen on her face, her eyes wide and panicked. "Uh...no, not really," I muttered, trying to compose myself. "I was just enjoying the view, you know." I took a deep breath and cocked my head to the side. "She sure is a freak, just like you said." Peter just smiled and motioned for the two women to come into the kitchen. "Well, if you're sure you're not interested." I nodded. "Take the rest of the night off, David," Peter said, turning toward Diane. "We'll take it from here." ...to be continued...?
SHE COMES WITH THE HOUSE Sometimes you find a job that you just love. I did. I've kind of always been lucky like that. For the last two years, it has been my great good fortune to have a job that - on average - takes only a few hours a day. It gets busy once in a while but it's rare. Most of the time it's kick back and relax. I live in the San Francisco Bay Area and work for a man named Peter. Peter owns a series of buildings on both sides of the Bay. I am in charge of one in the Hills above Berkeley, a very nice, very expensive place that is rented out by the week or month to travelers who want a unique California experience. It's a beautiful place. The entire west face of the building is floor to ceiling glass on all three floors - it gives a complete panorama view of the Bay. All of the rooms are huge with high ceilings and amazing woodwork. It rents for more per day than I make in a month and it comes with a chef, a driver, and two maids. And Diane. My job is to make sure Diane is taken care of between tenants. She doesn't ever leave the place and I'm not sure she would even remember how to take care of herself, but since the place is rented most of the time, that really isn't much of a problem. Let me tell you a bit about Diane and about how it all works. Diane is an incredibly hot middle-aged woman from the Midwest. She got involved in the whole BDSM scene and was passed from master to master (as they call it) until she ended up out here with Peter. Peter is connected worldwide and he really saw something special in her. Diane is evidently a standout among the women he's had as slaves in the past. She came to him already well trained. He enjoyed her for a while - pushing her obedience and submission further and further, always trying something new. Eventually, he got tired of it. He gave up on finding limits he couldn't take her past - it seems that there were none. So he took a completely different approach with her. That first year, he had her flown around the world to a variety of his clients. They all agreed that she was special. A high ranking politician in China used her as bribe to gain votes from forty different political interests in a single ten day period. A rich businessman in Thailand had her put on several twisted sex shows for his clients. Peter told me about one of the freakiest. The Thai man wanted to prove how decadent American women could be. He had her do a fairly mild striptease, stripping from a plain, grey business suit to pasties and a silver G string. Eventually, two older women took her offstage while the music kept blaring over the speakers. They stripped her naked, laid her on her back, and pushed the nozzle of an enema bag into her bottom. One of them opened the top of the sack and dipped her finger in - it was filled with cum. They emptied the bag into her, then paraded her back onstage again - this time fully naked. She was instructed to walk from one end of the runway to the other, squatting in front of each of the men and filling a small bowl with the cum. When she was finished, she got on her hands and knees in the middle of the room. From then on, anyone who wanted to fuck her would indicate so by emptying his bowl over her head, then he would take her from behind as the cum soaked into her hair and dripped onto the floor. There were other stories but none more bizarre than that one. He told me that by the end of the year, he was commanding nearly $10,000 for a weekend's work. Diane - he said - was a keeper. A real moneymaker. This week is one of my busy weeks. Nobody's rented the place, so there's nobody using Diane. Yesterday - Monday - I got up at ten till four in the morning. A ritual day for Diane - that is, a day when she's not in use - starts early. At four, I went into the basement and turned on the lights. When the light in the big room go on, another set of flood lights goes on in Diane's small room. A loud bell clangs at the same time to wake her. She got up right away and pressed her face against the little window in the door. That was the drill every since the first time I screwed up. Since the room she sleeps in is soundproofed, I can't heard the bell. One morning, I left it on for nearly ten minutes, which ended up giving her a huge headache. Since then, she's jumped to the window quickly to let me know she's up. I opened the door and handed her soap and a towel so she could take her morning shower. Then, a breakfast of bacon and eggs and coffee and - by four-thirty - down to work. I picked a baby blue nighty for her and told her to pull her hair back in a pony tail. While she was doing her makeup, I cranked up the different computer rigs she'd be spending the next few hours in front of. The first one was for the blog entries. Between sessions, Peter had her document everything that the last clients did to her. He said that making her write about it was a way of making her relive it and internalize it even further. He was right. I'd watched her masturbate often enough while she was writing those blogs to know he was right. Then, there were her four different phone sex services. Diane was listed under different names on four of the Internet's most popular BDSM sites. Peter had a friend of his who was a professional photographer do the shoots, altering the makeup and hair coloring, then PhotoShopping the images enough to give her four distinct personalities. Not that it mattered to the callers. Once she picked up the phone, she was just a picture in their head anyway. I glanced over at her while I was rebooting one of the servers that had locked up. Still a hot body, even with the occasional mark here and there. Peter told me I was free to do anything I wanted to with her but I settled for the occasional blowjob. All that freaky stuff is beyond me. Evidently not beyond her, though. I watched her running her fingers along the fabric of the nightgown laying on the bed. Her eyes were getting wider and I saw her bending her knees, opening her legs slightly. Her nipples were stiff and hard, poking out a full inch from her titties. I watched her belly as her breath quickened. She closed her eyes and I saw her pink tongue poking out between her lips. "No! Bad girl!" I barked at her. She opened her eyes and turned her head toward me, then lowered her gaze and whimpered. Fuck. She looked at me. According to Peter's "rules", I had to punish her. But it wasn't that easy. I knew her well enough by now to know that she'd probably done it just to get punished. A good spanking to start the day. I shook my head. She was that depraved. I sat still for a minute or so. Diane stood with her shoulders hunched slightly, head down. Then, she turned and looked at me again, jerked her head back into position when she saw I was looking. Sure enough, the bitch was playing games. Trying to get me to do something. What now? Well, like the old joke says: when the masochist says "hurt me", the true sadist says "no". "Diane." I turned back to the computer. "Get dressed and get in here." While she slipped the nighty over her head, I checked the hardware on the chair. Two dildoes, each two inches around and eight inches long. The big Hitachi vibrator plugged in and visible on the desktop. The dildoes were mounted on pneumatic devices that drove them six inches up and down at random intervals during the calls. And, underneath the desk, the iron shackles for her ankles. Another ingenious creation of Peter's. From the desk up, the guys on the other end of the camera would see a sexy, hot woman masturbating for them. In reality, she'd be getting reamed by two monster cocks. The last piece was the most creative touch of all. On top of the four phone sex sites, Diane was registered on all of the sites that featured "orgasm denial". For an additional price, the customer (man or woman) had full control of the dildoes and the vibrator, turning them on and off, varying the speed and depth, adjusting the nuances of the experience. I have to say that - of all the sessions I've watched - the denial sessions done to Diane by a pair of women in Atlanta were by far the most intense thing I'd seen. They always left her completely destroyed. A typical session with the women - they called themselves the Mancuso twins for who-knows-what reason - lasted nearly two hours and was punctuated by dozens of near-orgasms for Diane. She was limp and sweaty by the end, sobbing and completely incoherent. The women had called four times in the last few months and each time had left her like that. She was a wild woman on whatever call came next and in two cases the men reported her to the phone sex provider for "inappropriate behavior". Imagine. All four times, the women called back after an hour or two and brought Diane to a huge orgasm that left her exhausted for days. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. She leaned over the chair and soaked the dildoes with her spit, then straddled them and slid them slowly up inside her. After all this time, it still wasn't easy. I knew why. It was part of the routine. For half an hour every morning, Peter has her insert something called "vaginal cones" into her body and go about her normal routine. She puts them in herself - one in front and one in back. They weigh just over 30g, Peter has been experimenting with weights from 10g to 50g but settled on these. The overall effect is that it keeps her tight enough that he doesn't have to consider surgery. I hadn't noticed her taking them out this morning - it's become such a part of the routine, I don't even look anymore. When the dildoes were firmly lodged insider Diane's belly, I shackled her ankles to the legs of the chair and activated the computer screens. "Be back at eight," I said cheerfully. Then, I leaned close to her. She raised her eyes and stared at my mouth, not daring to meet my eyes. I swung my hand and slapped her across the fact. Smack... "please" ... smack ... "don't" ... smack ... "play" ... "any" ... smack ... "more" ... smack ... "games" ... smack ... "like" ... smack ... "that" ... smack ... "with" ... BEEP One of the machines beeped, she had a caller. I leaned forward and wiped the tears from her eyes, kissed her on the forehead, and headed for the basement stairs. I flicked off the light, leaving her trembling in the blue glow of the monitors. I spent the morning sitting on a lounge chair next to the pool. It was early and still too chilly to go in. I watched the sunrise and thumbed through the latest copy of People magazine. Diane was safe and occupied which meant that my time was free. I went inside at about seven and made myself an English muffin, walked down the stairs to check on Diane. She was deep into a phone call, making slurping sounds by pushing three fingers in and out of her mouth. The guy on the other end was probably imagining a blowjob. I watched her for a few minutes. I never really got into phone sex, wondered what kind of guy was on the other end of the phone. Diane's slurping sounds got louder and faster and I saw her body start to shake - she was cumming. I shook my head. Faking a blowjob and she made herself cum. The woman was pure sex. The light on top of the monitor went out, the man had hung up. Diane kept slurping, pushing her hand deeper into her mouth, lurching up and down, fucking herself on the dildoes. She came again, screaming loud this time and throwing her head back hard. The headset slid backward and she reached up and caught it before it fell off. I saw her sneak a glance at me, then return her eyes to the monitors. I turned around and went back upstairs. At eight in the morning, I went back into the basement and shut down the phone lines one by one. When I shut the last one down, I turned to her and asked, "finished with the blog?" She nodded. "Yes, sir." "Good," I said. It didn't matter, she had time to finish it later if she had to, but it would make my day easier. "Get into your exercise clothes." Diane went back into her little room and changed. She spent the next ninety minutes in Peter's gym, alternating weight training, yoga poses, and flat out running on a treadmill. Peter had hired a consultant to work out the perfect regimen for her body type and for the musculature he wanted. Her belly was flat and hard, but her thighs and arms had a nice layer of padding to keep her from looking like an undernourished runway model. I had to keep her in line during the regimen, it was one of my few regular duties. Diane's attention drifted often and I had to pull her back. She would be doing a sit-up and get turned on by feeling her thigh muscles tighten. Or doing leg extensions and start to slide her hand down between her legs. Her hyper-sexuality was a challenge. Peter insisted on it but it made it difficult for her to perform normal day to day behaviors. Everything turned her on. At nine-thirty she told me she needed to pee. Even this was highly ritualized now. Since Peter's clients had so many different fetishes around body functions, Diane was no longer allowed to use a toilet. On a day like today - a day with no clients to direct her - she might even forget to ask until it was imminent. This time, she remembered. I looked at the calendar. "It's a diaper day," I said. Flushed with shame, Diane walked to the pantry and slowly opened the door. She reached for an upper shelf and took out a disposable adult diaper. I stood with my arms crossed while she stripped naked and stepped into the diaper. She pulled it up as quickly as she could, then stood with her feet together and her arms at her sides, waiting. I watched her for several minutes before I remembered what she was waiting for. It was a childish game of Peter's, I almost chuckled. "Piss yourself." Diane's face changed slightly and I knew she was working on releasing her bladder. After all this time, it was one of the very few things she still found difficult. Peter knew it and that was why he made it part of the ritual. When she was finished, she closed her eyes and lowered her head. "Sir, I am...finished. May I..." she stopped. This was another of the parts I still didn't like. I stepped closer to her, put my face close to hers. "Say it." "Sir, I am finished...may..." "Finished with what?" "Sir, I am finished pissing mys..." she froze again, shuddering and wrapping her arms around herself. "Go to your room," I commanded in the strictest voice I could manage. She slowly went down the basement stairs, gingerly raising her feet at every step. I saw a trickle of liquid leaking down the inside of her thighs. She must have had quite a lot. I pressed the button that opened her room and she went through the thick door. "Stand in the nipple corner." She walked to the far corner of the room, pushed her nose against the wall. "Connect the punisher." Diane's hands shook as she reached for the nipple clamps that were attached by steel cables to rings in the floor. Peter had set this up as one of a handful of punishment sites around the house. Diane squatted until her thighs were parallel to the floor, her knees bent ninety degrees. Then, she connected the clamps to her nipples. The cable was exactly long enough to produce the desired effect. If she rose up any higher, her nipples would be stretched painfully toward the floor. She could squat deeper, closer to the floor, to relieve the tension. But it was a bad idea. It would only increase the temptation to straighten her legs. "Thirty minutes," I said and walked out of the room. There was no way she could last, Peter knew that and he'd told me that. She'd try to remain stationary but would give up and lower herself toward the floor. And that was when the real pain would. Her calves and hamstrings would start burning, then threaten to cramp. She'd try to stand up, straightening her legs, pulling harder and harder at her nipples. I watched from the bottom of the stairs and sure enough, Peter was right. After seven or eight minutes, she started squirming. After eleven minutes, she was squatting deeper, knees flailing back and forth, trying to avoid cramping. At sixteen minutes, she was moaning, trembling and starting to whimper. Then, the jerking up and down started. She would jerk upward until her nipples couldn't take it anymore, then squat back down fast, her thighs screaming in pain, making her straighten up again. I let her go another three minutes before I went back in and undid the clamps. "You failed. I'll notify Peter," was all I said. Diane collapsed to the floor. I left her there until ten-thirty. There was still plenty of housework to do and more of her day off agenda. Also, I'd been scanning through the emails I had sent to my porn account. One of the fringe benefits Peter offered me was that I had access to Diane on her days off. I didn't do much with that the first year, but over the several months, I've made a pretty good amount of money putting Diane into fetish and bondage movies. My best customers were a pair of skinheads with a serious latex-and-pain fetish. They'd used her in over two dozen movies, sometimes making two and three on the same day. A typical scenario for them was Diane bound in latex, every inch of her covered except her breasts, then forty-five minutes of tit flogging with a variety of whips, canes, and straps. She would invariably cum from the treatment which enraged them and pushed them on further. She was becoming very popular in their circles. They'd proposed another set of movies to me and I was considering it. Diane could have most of the housework done by one in the afternoon, which left about four hours before her next scheduled workout at five. The movies appealed to some dark side of me and they were willing to pay. When I got back to the basement, Diane as still where I'd left her, curled up on the floor in the corner wearing the diaper. I smiled. Something about this turned me on. Maybe I'd been around Peter too much. "Get up." Diane got to her feet, stood at attention with her arms at her sides. "Put on your coveralls and get to the housework. Kitchen first, then the yard, then the bathroom. Be finished by twelve." I turned and went back up the stairs. I knew she would be confused - by my insisting she keep the diaper on and by telling her to be done by noon. We both knew it wasn't possible and we both knew she'd be punished for it. I went back to the computer room and typed up my reply to the skinheads. I told them to expect us by one and that they had four hours. The alpha male - Tim - replied almost immediately with an address and a touchpad combination for the security. I heard Diane in the yard, she must have finished the kitchen quickly. She was moving around quickly, pulling up a weed her, watering a plant there. I watched her unsteady motions as she tried to navigate in the soggy diaper and rough denim. There was a damp spot between her legs, the diaper was leaking. I'd have to point that out to Peter too, he would certainly notice it anyway. Diane finished the yard at five minutes till noon. We both knew she needed at least twenty minutes in the bathroom, which meant she'd be late. I made it a point to follow closely behind her when she came into the house and headed quickly for the bathroom. I was tempted to say something but it was pointless. We both knew what I would say. She took the small potato brush out of its place underneath the sink and started scrubbing the bottom tiles of the shower. Peter had designed the bathroom cleaning to be as humiliating as he could and still get the work done. She scrubbed the tile bathtub, the floor, and the toilet with the small brush on her hands and knees, then wiped down all of the other surfaces with vinegar and water. She arranged the towels and hairbrushes and declared herself finished. At twelve minutes after twelve. "Late again," I said with no particular malice or interest. "So, what's this all about?" Eddie asked. "Watch, watch," Tim laughed. He ran the back of his hand gently along Diane's chin. She was trembling in the cool cellar, standing completely naked except for the now saturated diaper. "The little girl wet herself, didn't she?" he cooed. Diane's eyes watered but she didn't answer. I just watched quietly. "Hey, Timmy! Don't be an asshole. We've got work to do here!" The voice came from one of the cameramen. Diane turned toward it and looked around the room. It was a stone basement beneath a barn but it had been done up to look like the galley of a slave ship. There were wooden benches lining both walls and huge sweaty men with dark tans and tattoos on the benches. They were shackled with thick iron chains around their ankles and wearing only tattered loincloths and sandals. All of them were bald and all of them were staring at her like ravenous wolves looking at a fawn. I'd kept Diane in the diaper for the trip over. I knew it would have an effect on the men, or at least Tim. He'd brought it up over and over in emails and I thought I'd give him a little treat. Everyone's got their own kink, right? I'd had her pull a tight black dress over the diaper, which was even more embarrassing since it made it that much more obvious she was wearing one. "All right. Get out of that and take a shower so you don't smell like piss. Then, get into that harem girl outfit. Be back in five minutes," he turned to me, "or else you don't get the money." Diane took the costume and nearly ran down the hall to the bathroom. "She's going to fuck 'em all, you know," Eddie said, nearly panting. "Can she take it? I mean all of 'em, you know? Their cocks, you know? They're all gonna fuck her." "Yeah, Eddie, calm the fuck down," Tim said. He turned to me. "They're all fans. And they all think they're the one who's gonna break her. Lotta competition from a lotta rough guys. You OK with that?" I nodded. After what I'd seen over the years, this was going to be a picnic. Diane came back in the harem outfit, sexy enough that I wanted to fuck her. It wasn't much more than a wide velvet belt and collar and two sets of ankle and wrist bands with a lot of purple see-through material in between. She had a veil over her face and a lot of fake gold jewelry. I saw that she was barefoot and had rings on her toes and bracelets around her ankles. "A classical whore. A real, live, old time whore of Babylon," Tim pronounced. He turned to me and smiled, then turned back to Diane. His hand shot out and he grabbed her left nipple between his right index finger and thumb. He squeezed and twisted, slowly and firmly. Diane dropped slowly to one knee. "Your motivation in this one is simple," he said, pinching harder. Diane felt tears welling in her eyes from the pain. "Survive." He let go. "These are good purebloods and you..." he waved his hand at her outfit "...are a prisoner of an inferior breed. You are on this ship for a contest." He turned toward the men and raised his voice. "It's a Last Man Fucking kind of contest. They are going to fuck you and fuck you until they can't fuck anymore. And the last man gets to decide what will be done with you. Usually, you'll either be sold at auction or taken up on deck and kept on ship to service us until we grow tired of you and throw you overboard." Diane's eyes widened. She knew she would be gang-banged by the men but this added level was insane. The cameraman snapped his fingers and said "action!". Eddie took Diane by the arm and walked her down the hallway and into the galley. "Men! It's time for the contest to begin." With that, he pushed her toward them and turned and walked away. Three of them descended on her right away. The first big man pulled her pants down over her ass and spun her around. He tried to shove his cock into her but Diane was dry and he had trouble. The second man laughed and yanked him off of her, then he turned and spit on her pussy, rubbed it with his hand, then pushed himself into her. His cock was thick and long, but not the worst she'd had. Diane felt her body starting to respond but then someone grabbed her hair and pulled her head backward. She felt a cock ram into her mouth and another pair of hands grabbing her ankles. They pulled her legs open wide and the man rammed in deeper. I could see Diane was scared now - he was too big and he was only the first one. He went rigid and unloaded his cum into her, then pulled out. She felt the next man slide in immediately. The man fucking her mouth held her head still and pushed deep, gagging her and cutting off her breath. He pulled out, pushed deep again, five or six more times before he came deep in her throat. She coughed and gasped, felt another cock pushing between her lips. The man between her legs came, this time, it oozed out of her when he pulled out and gushed even more when the next cock pushed into her. I watched amazed as these huge hulks handed her around like she was weightless. As soon as one of them shot his load up into her, he'd pull his cock out and pass her to the next one. Diane looked like a rag doll, her head lolling side to side, falling backward into someone's lap who quickly shoved his cock into her mouth. Her arms flailed a her side, sometimes grabbing the man who was fucking her, sometimes the man she was blowing. After the eighth or ninth man, Diane came, a shrieking orgasm that made the men cheer. The cameraman swung in close and got her face, signaling to Tim that this was going to be a great shoot. After that, Diane went wild. She nearly jumped from man to man, pounding her body down hard on their cocks, challenging them, egging them on. "Come on, you fucking wimp! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" The man inside her would inevitably grab her shoulders and pull her down hard, tearing a shriek from her throat but she always followed it with "Again! More! Harder!" After an hour or so, everyone had taken two turns at her and some of them were starting to tire out. I saw her looking at me, pleading for something but I couldn't tell what? For them to stop? Or for me to go find more cock for her? I checked my watch. It was just coming up on three o'clock, I didn't need to have her back until five. I was getting hungry, so I told Tim he had her until four thirty, then I left to get a bite. He handed me the money he'd promised and asked me to bring him back a sandwich. I watched Diane vanishing between two bodies as I walked out the door. We got back to the house in plenty of time for her five o'clock session. I brought Diane into the screening room in the basement and leaned her against the back wall. There were several straps that held her arms and legs, one across her forehead and one around her neck, finally a very thick one for her torso. When she was secure, I went into the control room and found the helmet Peter had designed. It had taken a little for me to get used to it but now I was able to get her set up in just a few minutes. It was very much like the headset Alex wore in A Clockwork Orange - the principle purpose was to keep Diane from closing her eyes. Peter had added a device that would take care of dripping moisture onto the eyeballs to keep them damp so once I had it on her, I just went back to the control room and turned on the projector. From five until seven, Diane watched an unending stream of S&M movies ranging from soft-core blindfold-and-tease movies to orgasm denial flicks to hardcore bondage-and-flogging films. None of this did much for me, so I went back into my room and watched some of the shows on the food channel. As usual, by the time I got back, Diane was squirming and soaked in sweat. I could see her muscles straining against the leather, her hips grinding, face contorted. When she saw me, she started begging to be unstrapped, to be allowed to touch herself, to hurt herself. I tried talking to her but she was incoherent, all she could talk about was the movies and what she saw and what she liked. It was a little bit gross, the way she turned into an animal like that. Peter told me not to ever unstrap her right away, she'd be all over me before I could fight back. I turned off the movies and removed the headgear, then left her there for another half-hour to calm down. When I got back, she was limp in her straps, asleep from exhaustion. I gently shook her awake, then unstrapped her and led her into he kitchen for dinner. She went to the drawer where we keep the vaginal cones and took two, inserted them into her body, then came and stood at the table to eat. I shuddered a little watching her. She was so docile, so completely reduced to nothing but her sexual functions. I served her the chicken breast and vegetables but she just looked at them. I cut them for her and put the fork in her hand. Then, she fed herself. By eight-thirty my duties were over. She was also free until ten when I would put her to bed. I asked her if she wanted a glass of wine but she didn't respond, she just stood beside the counter where she'd eaten. I shrugged and went into the movie room. I looked through Peter's movies and selected a comedy from the 80's then went back into the kitchen to get some crackers. Diane was still there, standing in the same spot, but now her legs were about shoulder width apart and her hands were underneath her robe. I stopped in the doorway and watched her. She gently fondled herself, her hands exploring her breasts and belly, occasionally running lightly up her neck to her chin, then vanishing back down underneath the fabric. She slowly leaned her head backward, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. This was a different Diane than the one Tim had used. I wondered what this was, what kind of fantasy was going through her head? Was she being hurt or caressed? Gang-banged or gently touched by a lover? I heard her moan, saw her lips open slightly and her tongue appear. She ran it across her upper lip, then back. I was surprised to feel my cock getting stiff. Diane was a hot looking woman but she'd never really turned me on. She was too depraved, too much Peter's toy for me to take her seriously as a woman. But I was seeing a different side of her. Elegant. Vulnerable. Erotic. I took a step back into the dark hallway to watch her. Diane slid the robe off her shoulders, let it drop and hang from the belt around her waist. She licked the tip of a finger and ran it over her left nipple, then did the same with the other hand. She shook her head slowly, her hair stroking her shoulder blades gently. She didn't twist or pinch her nipples, just tugged them gently and shook her head. I ran my hand over my crotch, rubbed the head of my cock through the denim. I knew I could have her if I wanted her, I just wasn't sure if I wanted her. I hadn't fucked her in all this time, should I start now? Diane reached for the belt of her robe and untied it. It fell to the ground and she stepped sideways out of it. I saw her open her legs and squat slightly, her left hand slowly crawling toward her crotch. She was trembling visibly now, the anticipation of that first touch of finger to clit must have been making her crazy. Her right hand was at her face, two fingers in her mouth, I saw she was biting them hard to keep from crying out. My cock was straining in my pants, my eyes locked on the small of her back, the curve of her bottom, the parts I found most erotic. I could order her to come over here and suck my cock, I could order her to drop to her knees and present her ass to me, or to lay on her back on the table, or to... I stopped and shook my head. I was starting to sound like Peter's customers. But my cock didn't care. It kept sending signals that shut down my brain. It wanted to be inside her, anywhere inside her - mouth, ass, pussy, somewhere. Diane was moaning loudly now, I watched the muscles of her left arm moving as she fingered her clit, speeding up and slowing down, her head bobbing side to side, biting hard on her fingers, then on the ball of her hand, then her thumb. "David?" I heard Peter's voice behind me and spun around, panicked. Peter was standing at the other end of the hall, two drugged-out looking women with him. Both of them were dressed neck to toe in fetish gear, bright red PVC that covered every inch of their bodies. Peter walked toward me with a huge smile on his face. I saw he was staring at my crotch. "So, you're coming around, are you?" He clapped my shoulders with his big hands. "Ready to take a run at her, eh?" We both turned to look at Diane. She'd picked up the robe and wrapped it around herself. A look of fear was frozen on her face, her eyes wide and panicked. "Uh...no, not really," I muttered, trying to compose myself. "I was just enjoying the view, you know." I took a deep breath and cocked my head to the side. "She sure is a freak, just like you said." Peter just smiled and motioned for the two women to come into the kitchen. "Well, if you're sure you're not interested." I nodded. "Take the rest of the night off, David," Peter said, turning toward Diane. "We'll take it from here." ...to be continued...?
My name is Mark. I’m fifteen, with light brown hair and brown eyes. I’m just an average kid, 5‘7, 150 lbs. I think I’m into guys, but I’m not sure. I mean, I don’t want to be gay, but sometimes I catch myself staring at some guy’s ass, and I think I might be. I know that younger boys turn me on. There’s one family across the street that has two of the hottest boys I’ve ever seen. They’re twins, and they look about ten or eleven, blond hair, blue eyes. I sometimes stare out my window when they’re outside playing and masturbate while watching them. One day, I noticed a flier on the telephone pole outside my house advertising for a babysitter. The address was the house across the street, with the twins. I realized that I needed to get that job as their babysitter. I called their number, and waited for someone to pick up. Finally, someone did. It was one of the twins! He sounded so hot on the phone that I nearly came just talking to him. I asked to speak to one of his parents. He gave the phone to his mother, and I told her that I was interested in the babysitter job. She told me that I was the first guy to call her, and how it would be good for the twins to have a guy babysitter, because I would be easier to get along with. She said that she and her husband were going out to dinner that evening, and if I would be willing to babysit tonight. I said of course, and she said come over at six, and hung up. I immediately went to my room and started jacking myself off. After masturbating twice more between then and six, I went over to the house across the street. I rang the doorbell, and a nicely dressed woman answered. “Hello,” I said. “We’re so glad you could come,” she answered. “We were just about to leave.” I took a quick look around. I was standing in the mudroom, and directly in front of me was a hallway that led to a dining room in the back. There was a flight of stairs on the right side of the hallway, and a doorway on the left, through which I could see a living room with a couch, some chairs, and a TV. At the bottom of the stairs was a doorway that looked like it led to the kitchen, but with the angle it was hard to be sure. Just then, one of the boys walked up behind her. “Hi. I’m Colin.” Seeing him up close for the first time was amazing. He was everything I’d imagined and more. He was about a foot shorter than me,with light blond hair that almost fell into his eyes, which were deep blue. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and jean shorts. “Nice to meet you, Colin. I’m Mark.” I reached out to give him a handshake. As his hand touched mine, it felt like a spark jumped between us. I had to fight to suppress a shiver of pleasure. Even after I let go of his hand, I couldn’t stop staring at him. “They’ve already had dinner, so you don’t need to worry about that. Make sure they get to bed around nine,” the mother said. “We’ll be back around ten. You boys have fun, now.” I had to tear my gaze away from Colin to look at her. “We will. Have a nice night.” “Thank you, dear. Roger!” she called. “We’re leaving!” “I’m coming, I’m coming.” A man appeared from the kitchen. “Oh, hello. I’m Roger. You must be the babysitter. Scott’s asleep in his room. He’s had a long day.” With that, I waved goodbye to the parents as they got in their car and drove away. I closed and locked the front door, turned to look at Colin, and said, “Let’s go see your brother, shall we?” As we were walking up the stairs to Scott’s room, Colin looked at me and said, “I know how you feel about me.” “What?” “I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off me.” Crap! Was I that obvious? “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “It’s okay. I like you too.” Then he began gently stroking my chest. I was shocked. Here was this boy, that I was planning on spending the next several hours seducing, trying to seduce me! For a second I was happier than I could ever remember feeling. Then I became suspicious. What if this was a trick? What if he was trying to get me to admit my feelings for him? Colin must have seen me pulling back, because he said, “It’s alright. It’s not a trick. I really do like you.” At that point, my feelings for this boy overcame any sense of caution I may have had, and I leaned down and gently kissed him on the mouth. As our lips touched, I felt a strong but pleasant tingling sensation. His lips were warm and moist, and as he eagerly returned the kiss, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt his tongue push into my mouth. As we kissed, I slowly slid my hand down his back and grabbed his ass. His butt was firm, and as I massaged it, I could feel his little cock growing hard and pressing into my leg. He broke off the kiss, looked up at me, and smiled. I ran my hand through his light blond hair and smiled back. He took my hand and led me back downstairs. As we walked, I stared at his perfectly shaped ass, watching it sway back and forth with each step he took. He led me over to the couch, turned around, and kissed me again. This time, as we embraced, my hands found the bottom of his shirt and began to pull it over his head. We stopped kissing just long enough to get his shirt off before our lips found each other again. Now, my hands stroked his bare back and sides, loving the feel of his warm skin. I gently pushed him down onto the couch and straddled him. I broke off the kiss and gazed at his exposed torso. His shoulders were well-rounded, his stomach was perfectly flat, and his nipples were fully erect. I looked further down his body and noticed a small bulge in his shorts. Suddenly, I felt his hands grab the bottom of my shirt and begin to slide it up my body. I let him take off my shirt and toss it to the floor. I leaned back down and began kissing him again, enjoying the feel of my bare skin on his, which was amazingly soft and warm. My hand found itself resting on his thigh, and I began sliding it up until it was resting on his hip. I broke off the kiss and resumed my former position, kneeling over him. I moved my hands to his crotch, unfastening the button and unzipping his shorts. Underneath he was wearing a pair of tightey-whities, and I could easily see the bulge in his underwear from his erection. As I slowly slid his shorts down his legs, I gazed deep into his trusting eyes, and his smiling face. I tossed his shorts to the floor, and began slowly stroking his now bare thigh with my left hand. My other hand rested on his chest and began playing with his nipples. He moaned softly, and closed his eyes. I moved my left hand to his crotch, and began gently rubbing his cock through his underwear. I put both my hands on his hips, and grabbed the waistband of his tightey-whities. As I slowly took his underwear off, his little cock popped into view. Fully erect, it was about three inches long, and stuck straight into the air. It was rock hard, and his groin was covered with light blond peach fuzz. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I gasped involuntarily when I saw it. Having tossed his underwear to the floor, I took my right hand and gently began stroking his cock, while my left hand started playing with his balls. He moaned a little louder, and I increased my pace. I removed my hands from his cock and began playing with his nipples. At the same time, I lowered my head into his crotch. I took a deep breath and his smell flowed into my nostrils. It was very pungent, but amazingly sweet at the same time. I loved it. I began licking his cock and sucking on his balls, gently at first, then slightly faster. My hands continued to play with his nipples, rolling them between my fingers, pinching them, and gently massaging them. Finally, I took his cock and put it into my mouth, and closed my lips around it. Slowly moving my head up and down, I extended my tongue to lick his cock as my right hand moved to massage his balls. Colin’s moans were growing louder, as he was nearing an orgasm. I started moving faster now, and brought my left hand to rub his sphincter. That movement brought him over the edge, and he climaxed, shooting his sweet boy cum into my mouth. I swallowed it eagerly, enjoying every last drop. When Colin had finished, I eagerly licked his cock and balls completely clean, then moved to kiss him again. We kissed passionately, our tongues intertwining, and I’m sure he could taste his cum in my mouth. My right hand stroked his chest, while my left hand began sliding up and down his thigh. Colin broke off the kiss, smiled up at me, and said, “My turn.” He gently pushed me back so that I was lying on the other end of the couch, and began to take my pants off. He slid them down my legs, revealing my navy blue boxer shorts, and the large bulge in the middle of them. He then pulled off my boxers, revealing my six-inch cock, surrounded by nicely groomed pubic hair. He began stroking it, just like I had done earlier, and the feeling of his small hand wrapping itself around my cock was amazing. However, it was nothing compared to what he did next. He leaned down, and after hesitating for a split second, put my cock into his mouth. This time, my shiver of pleasure could not be denied. I was floating in pure ecstasy as he slid his mouth up and down my shaft. The feeling of this adorable little boy sucking my dick was greater than anything I had ever felt before. I rested my hands on the back of his head, and began thrusting my hips skyward. I could feel his tongue rubbing my cock and his hand playing with my balls. The sensation of his mouth on my cock increased as I grew closer to orgasm, and far too soon, I was there. My hot cum exploded into his mouth, filling it completely, and running down my shaft and onto my balls. Colin swallowed with delight, and began licking the excess cum off of my dick. I stared at this beautiful boy, who was completely naked and currently occupied with licking semen from my cock, and thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have this happen to me. Just then, Colin finished and saw me looking at him. He smiled, and climbed on top of me, resting his head on my chest. I stroked his head and back, and he started playing with my left nipple. He moved his head so that his mouth was just over my nipple, and he began kissing it. He alternated between kissing it and licking it, as I brought my right hand down to grab his exposed buttcheek. Then he switched to sucking on my nipple, and I gasped softly. I brought my left hand to grab his other cheek, and he began to grind against my cock with his own. I started doing the same, and he used his left hand to play with my right nipple while he was sucking on my left. I brought my left hand to my mouth, and sucked on my middle finger to get it wet, then used it to rub his sphincter. After a few seconds to let him get used to the feeling, I slowly slid my finger inside him. Colin gasped in surprise and shock. He gasped again after I started wiggling my finger, then he relaxed slightly, and went back to sucking my nipple, this time with renewed intensity. I began using my right hand to stroke his side, and inserted a second finger into his anus. I could feel myself building to an orgasm, and I knew he was close as well. His soft moans, somewhat muffled by my nipple, were growing louder. Suddenly, I began to cum, and I could feel him doing the same. Both our cum spread over my stomach, and we lay there for a few seconds to catch our breath. Then Colin sat up and began licking the cum off my belly. The sensation was almost ticklish, and soothing at the same time. As he finished cleaning my stomach, he moved to my cock, licking it clean. Then I sat up, doing the same for him. I was somewhat disappointed that there was less cum on his belly than mine. After cleaning his stomach and cock, I sat up and kissed him on the mouth again. I grabbed the back of his head with my left hand, while my right hand fondled his balls. He put his right arm around my neck, and began stroking my cock with his right. I moved my right hand to his left nipple, and my left hand to his cock, which I began slowly stroking. Just then, I broke off the kiss, and whispered, “How would you like to try anal?” Colin moved so that he was kneeling on the floor, with his arms and legs spread wide. I had him lick my cock so it was slippery. I began by slowly inserting a finger into his anus, and wiggling it around to loosen him up. However, he was still very tight. “Just relax,” I said. “This’ll be better if you don’t clench up.” “Okay.” I felt him relax, and suddenly there was far more room to move my finger around. “I think you’re ready. I’m going to put it in now.” I positioned myself so my cock was right in front of his anus, and using my hand, slowly guided it in. Colin gasped softly when I first penetrated him, but he stayed relaxed, and I was able to fit my entire cock inside him. His ass was amazingly tight, and it fit like a glove. I don’t know how this is possible, but the sensation was somehow even more incredible than when he was blowing me. I began gently pumping my hips, slowly at first, then with increased speed, as we both got used to the rhythm. He started moving back and forth in sync with my own movements. I reached around with my right hand and began stroking his cock, and he put his hand on top of mine, guiding its movements. With my left hand, I grabbed his hip, and began pulling him toward me with every thrust. Colin cried out softly every time I pushed my cock further up his ass. With the incredible sensation of his anus surrounding and enveloping my dick, I approached climax quickly. As I shot my load into Colin’s rectum, I felt him orgasm at the same time, spraying his cum over my hand and the floor. We both collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. I could feel both our cocks growing soft, and mine pulling out of his ass. I was licking Colin’s cum off of my hand, and I quickly began scooping his cum from the floor and putting it in my mouth. I was interrupted by Colin, who had started licking my cum from my cock. I looked down at him and smiled. He finished, so I began cleaning the cum off his dick. As I finished, he looked down at me and said, “We should go wake up Scott.” “Is he gonna be okay with this?” “Of course! He’ll love this!” “Okay then!” If I was this happy having sex with just one boy, imagine how amazing it would be with two. I was very excited that we were going to have a threesome. My cock started to get hard just thinking about it. Colin got up and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the stairs. Just like earlier, I stared at his butt, which swayed as he walked; the only difference this time was that he was naked. By the time we reached the bottom of the stairs, my cock was rock hard. Colin guided me to Scott’s room and opened the door. The lights were off, so it was difficult to see. Colin moved to the far side of the room, where I could just make out a bed. I turned on the lights. Scott was asleep, a thin sheet covering his body. He looked peaceful with his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face, as if he were having a good dream. Colin climbed on top of the bed and straddled Scott, leaned down, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. He whispered, “Scott? Scott, wake up!” He kissed him again, then shook him lightly. Scott groaned, then slowly opened his eyes. “Colin? Leave me alone, I want to sleep.” Then he noticed that Colin was naked. Scott looked at him, somewhat curious, then turned his head and saw me standing in the doorway, also naked and with a complete hard-on. He looked back at Colin and whispered, “Who’s he?” “He’s our babysitter. C’mon, I’ll introduce you.” He grabbed Scott’s hand and started pulling him out of the bed. As he did so, I noticed that Scott didn’t have a shirt on. In fact, it quickly became apparent that Scott didn’t have any clothes on, and that he slept in the nude. There were now two completely naked little boys standing in front of me, both looking exactly the same. Somehow, my cock managed to get a little harder. “Hi. I’m Mark.” I felt slightly strange, seeing as how this was the first time I’d introduced myself without clothes on. He reached out with his left hand and began stroking my chest, and I began stroking his right arm with my left hand. I gently grabbed his left arm with my right hand, and pulled him closer. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss, and I rubbed my hands along his back. I felt his tongue enter my mouth as his hands ran down my sides. I moved him back to the bed and gently pushed him down onto it. I kneeled over him, just as I had with Colin, and began licking his cock and sucking on his balls. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Colin furiously masturbating while watching us. I hoped he would join in soon, because I was really looking forward to a threesome. I turned my attention back to Scott, took his cock in my left hand, and put it into my mouth. With my right, I fondled his balls. I increased my pace when I heard him start to moan. Suddenly, Colin moved to stand to his left, and began kissing him on the mouth, while playing with Scott’s nipples. I used my left hand to rub Scott’s sphincter, and began using my tongue along with the rest of my mouth to suck his cock. All of these combined proved too much for Scott, and he began to cum into my mouth. Surprisingly, his cum tasted different than Colin’s, even though they’re twins. It was still delicious, just different. I finished licking the excess cum from his cock, and Scott got up from under Colin and pushed me back so I was lying at the foot of the bed. He then positioned himself so that his head was right above my crotch, and began licking my cock. Colin moved so that he was straddling my head, and I knew what he wanted. I began sucking his balls, slowly moving my mouth higher until I was licking the head of his cock. Just then, Scott began sucking on my dick, and the feeling was absolutely incredible. Scott can only be described as an artist with his mouth. The way he moved his lips and tongue brought me to a level of ecstacy I had never before experienced. He even managed to fit my entire cock in his mouth, and began to deep-throat me while still rubbing my dick with his tongue, which was an amazing feat. He was obviously well practiced, which led me to believe that the twins have done this several times before. I finally took Colin’s cock in my mouth, and began sucking it while playing with his nipples. Scott used one hand to fondle my balls, and another to rub my sphincter, which was something I had never experienced before. It was an incredible sensation, and it only added to the pleasure I was already feeling. Colin reached behind his back and started playing with my nipples, and all of the combined sensations helped me reach an orgasm quickly. As I began to shoot my load, Scott pulled his head back a bit so my cum would hit his tongue instead of his throat and he could taste it. Just as my orgasm subsided, Colin began to spray his hot cum into my mouth, and I relished the taste. I didn’t allow myself to spill a single drop. After I finished cleaning Colin’s cock, he bent down and began kissing me. I shared whatever cum was left over in my mouth, and he responded by inserting his tongue into my mouth. I could feel Scott cleaning my cock, and then moving. I couldn’t see where, so I was surprised when I felt something envelop my dick and begin moving up and down. I broke off the kiss with Colin and moved my head to see that Scott had lowered his ass on top of my cock, and was forcing himself down on top of it, pushing it deeper into his anus. I responded by thrusting my hips upward in time with his movements. Colin had also turned around and seen what Scott was doing, and he positioned his body so that his head was in front of Scott’s cock. Very carefully, he put Scott’s dick in his mouth and began moving up and down to our rhythm. This position left Colin’s ass staring directly into my face. I extended my tongue and began licking the area around Colin’s asshole. The taste was surprisingly pleasant; it was almost sweet. Having enjoyed the taste so far, I plunged my tongue into his anus. The taste of Colin’s anus was similar to that of his asshole, but far more intense. I could also taste the cum that I deposited in his ass earlier. I decided I liked it, and began using my tongue to vigorously probe his ass. At the same time, I used my hands to rub his cock and balls. I could hear both boys moaning with pleasure, and I could see Colin’s hands playing with Scott’s nipples, while Scott’s hands played with Colin’s. The rhythm began to increase, and I could feel myself building to an orgasm. I started stroking Colin’s cock faster, and I now had my face buried deep within his ass. When I finally came, it exploded out of me into Scott’s anus, and I felt his sphincter clench at the same time, meaning he just had an orgasm as well. Colin also shot his load onto my chest, where it ran down and pooled in my belly button. When we were all finished, Scott pulled himself off my cock, making my cum run down my cock and balls. I took my tongue out of Colin’s anus, and he got up and began licking my cum off my dick. Scott started cleaning my torso, and I sucked Colin’s cum off my hand. When the twins were finished, I cleaned first Scott’s cock, then Colin’s. At this point, I was sitting in the middle of the bed, with Colin to my left and Scott to my right. I reached down with my left hand and began stroking Colin’s cock, and I stroked Scott’s with my right. Colin grabbed my cock with his right hand, and Scott grabbed it with his left, and we began jacking each other off. I loved the feeling of their tiny hands wrapped around my shaft, and the feeling of their tiny cocks in my hands. Their cocks were so smooth and soft, and it felt good to be able to hold them. With both Colin and Scott jacking me off, I came quickly. I shot my load all over their hands, my hot cum flowing between their fingers and down their wrists. They both came at the same time, and my hands were soon covered with their cum. I began licking my fingers clean, as they did the same. Scott and Colin looked at each other, smiled, and began kissing. Scott reached down and took hold of Colin’s cock with his right hand, and Colin did the same to Scott. As they sat there making out and jacking each other off, I began masturbating to the sight of these two beautiful naked boys directly in front of me. I could see that they were both close to orgasm, because their muscles had gone rigid, and they were pumping faster. I had also increased my rhythm, as I was nearing orgasm as well. Suddenly, Colin’s cum shot out of his cock, and hit Scott in the face and chest. It then ran down Scott’s hand and onto Colin’s balls. Just as Colin was finishing, Scott shot his load all over Colin. As Scott’s orgasm began to ebb, I started to cum, and it sprayed all over both twins. Scott tried to catch some of it in his mouth, but only succeeded in getting cum all over his face. I started to lick it off him, and we began kissing. Colin licked the cum off my cock, and then moved to my hand. I licked all of Colin’s cum off of Scott’s face and chest, and started cleaning his cock. Finishing with Scott, I began cleaning Colin’s face next, taking time to kiss him passionately. After licking Colin’s face clean, I went to work on his chest. After licking off all the cum, I kissed and licked his nipple, tracing a line down his chest to his belly. I then moved to his cock, cleaning it thoroughly, stopping to suck his balls. During this time, Scott had moved to my cock and began licking and kissing it. As he put it into his mouth, Colin moved behind him and guided his cock into Scott’s ass. As Scott gave me a blowjob, Colin began to vigorously penetrate his anus, while reaching around to stroke Scott’s cock. I placed my hands on Scott’s head and guided it into my groin, and Scott responded by taking my cock even deeper into his throat. Colin began to thrust faster, and he increased his pace of stroking Scott. Scott took one hand and used it to fondle my balls, while using the other to support himself. I could feel myself building to an orgasm, and Colin’s pace was growing even faster. I began to shoot my cum into Scott’s mouth, and at the same time, Colin began to release his cum into Scott’s anus. Scott began to cum as well, shooting his load all over Colin’s hand and the bed. Scott greedily swallowed my cum, licking the excess from my cock. As Scott was finishing, Colin began cleaning Scott’s dick, while I moved to clean Colin’s. As I finished, I looked back to see Scott lying on the bed, his eyes closing. Colin was lying on top of him, also falling asleep. I watched as they began to relax their bodies and breathe deeply. I watched them fall asleep in each other’s arms and thought again about how lucky I was to have this experience, how lucky I was to have met these two beautiful boys who gave me such an amazing night. I knew I would always remember this moment, these two naked boys, soundly sleeping, gently holding each other in a loving embrace. Seeing that they were both fast asleep, I picked Colin up and carried him to his room. I placed him on his bed and carefully tucked him in. I even gave him a quick goodnight kiss on his forehead. Returning to Scott’s room, I moved his body so that his head was resting on the pillow, and I pulled the sheet up to his chin. After giving him a goodnight kiss as well, I went downstairs and found my clothes scattered at the foot of the couch. I put them on, then picked up Colin’s clothes and brought them to his room. I placed them on top of his dresser, then I had an idea. I picked up his underwear, lifted them to my face, and inhaled. There, embedded into the fabric, was Colin’s smell, the smell that I loved so much. I folded up his underwear and stuffed them into my pocket. I then went downstairs and did my best to clean the semen stains off the couch and floor using a wet paper towel. Just as I was finishing cleaning the downstairs, I heard a car pulling into the driveway. I threw away the paper towels and walked to the front door. I opened it, and standing on the front porch were their parents. “Did you have a good time?” I asked them. “Yes, we did. Thank you for asking. How were the boys?” “Oh, they were perfect. We had an amazing time.” “Well, I’m glad you had fun. You wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime, would you?” “No, I would like that. I would like that very much.”
Jill beamed. He turned to me. "Mr. McLoughlin, you did an excellent job as well. I'll call you the next time I need an engineer." "As long as the State's not involved. I learned my lesson this time. These enforced separations are no fun at all." "Well, I can tell you what I did when I caught the prettiest girl in town looking at me the way Ms. Williams looks at you. That was thirty five years, three kids, and a bunch of grandkids ago. You need to sort this out for yourselves, though." He put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me with him as he turned to go, speaking quietly. "You've got quite a left hook, son. I would have done the same thing, but don't make a habit of it, OK?" He slapped me on the back and walked off without waiting for a response. Jill shook her head and slid her hand into mine. "My knight errant rides again. I should probably be mad at you for punching that creep over me, but somehow I'm not feeling it." "He must be one of those ones you refused to go out with." "How did you know?" "Recognized the type. What a loser. Anyway, can I take you to dinner?" "I need to go unload all my trial materials at the office. How about I bring dinner to your place when I'm done?" "Sure. Pack a bag and bring a nice dress or two. We're going away for the weekend." "Where?" "It's a surprise." Jill couldn't stop yawning over dinner, and wandered off toward the back of my house soon after. She was sound asleep in my bed when I went to look for her. I did my chores and eventually crawled in with her, and she curled up to me without waking up. The trial had really worn her out. I woke her up early the next morning. She smiled and kissed me. "I almost forgot how much I like waking up with you. Last night wasn't what I had planned, though." "Same here, but at least you're back where you belong." She kissed me again, and things started warming up quick. I had to stop way too early. "As much as I'd like to spend the morning in bed with you, we've got a plane to catch." Her eyes widened. "A plane? What are you up to?" "Get dressed and you'll find out." She quickly showered and dressed and I drove her down to the harbor. "A float plane? Ben, what is this?" "Hurry up and jump aboard." We found our seats with a handful of other people in the plane. The pilot turned to speak instead of using a loudspeaker. "Welcome to the regular Victoria shuttle. I'm your pilot..." and on through the standard safety lecture. "Victoria? I've never been there." "You're going to love it. Relax and enjoy the flight." Victoria is the most beautiful city in what, in my opinion, is the most beautiful place in the world. It sits on the south tip of Vancouver Island just across the water from the northwest corner of the continental United States, and most of it hasn't changed much since about 1900. The plane landed on the harbor right in front of our destination. "The Empress? My God, Ben, I've heard so much about this!" The Empress Hotel is a gorgeous pile of brick that was built by the Canadian Pacific Railroad around 1908. It was a favorite of the British royal family back when Canada was part of the British Empire, and when you walk in you think you're back in the days of the Empire. The interior has been carefully maintained exactly as it was built. "My mother used to tell me stories about afternoon tea here when I was a little girl!" "We have reservations for tea this afternoon. Let's find our room, get unpacked, and figure out what to do next." "Ben, are you crazy? What is this costing you?" "What's the point of working hard if I can't spoil my girl once in a while? Don't worry about it." We spent a good part of the day wandering around the formal English gardens that surrounded the harbor area before heading back for afternoon tea. In my totally unbiased opinion, Jill was by far the most beautiful girl in the room in her flowery summer dress. From the looks she kept getting, most of the men in the room thought the same. Toward the end of tea, I reached for her hand. "Jill, I really hated being separated from you these last few weeks. The only positive part is that it made me realize how much I love you, and that I never want to be separated from you again. I need to do something I should have done long ago." I pulled a small box out of the pocket of my suit jacket. "Jill, I want us to be together forever. Will you marry me?" She didn't hesitate. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I somehow got the ring on her finger with trembling hands, and a bottle of champagne appeared from nowhere. Late that night, in our room, Jill was studying her left hand as it rested on my bare chest. She had hardly been able to keep her eyes off it during the brief periods we weren't otherwise occupied. "Where did you find such a lovely ring?" "I had Kim pick it out. She's been pushing me to do this for a long time. If you don't like it, though, we can exchange it for something else." "I can't imagine loving anything more. Except you, of course." A year later she wandered into my home office, holding an open file. She had her hair pulled back, reading glasses on and a pen behind her ear. "Hey, Ben, what's an Atterberg limit?" "Have we talked about my consulting fee?" She walked over to my easy chair and put a hand on either arm, making sure I got a good look down my old button down shirt past her gently swinging breasts to the bright red silk thong that was the only other thing she had on. "I'm sure I can think of something you'll like as soon as I finish this project." "Sounds like an offer I can't refuse. Just don't forget." She perched on the arm of my chair and ran her fingers through my hair, sending chills down my spine. "Why do you think I'm absent minded?" "You wouldn't be here if you hadn't left your cell phone in my truck the first time we met." "Good Lord, I've married the village idiot! You still think that was an accident?" "It wasn't?" She kissed me, and I pulled her down into my lap. "I was rescued by a brave, kind, handsome knight errant who wasn't trying to get my phone number. Sometimes a damsel in distress has to be her own fairy godmother." "I sure wanted to see you again, but it seemed like a dirty trick to hit on you under the circumstances." "I probably would have blown you off if you had. The fact that you were too decent to try made me decide to give you a reason to call me." "You've been one step ahead of me this whole time, haven't you?" "I still am, big guy, and don't you forget it." She curled up in my lap, flipped her file open, and settled her glasses in place. "Now help me finish this stupid project so I can remind you why I'm worth it." And she is.
Daisy swayed upside down in the darkness for what felt like hours. She heard the blood pounding in her ears, felt the strange stretching sensation in her legs and belly with a mixture of fear and excitement. They'd done it, they'd done what she'd begged them to do - reduced her to a thing, to a piece of flesh for them to amuse themselves. It was what she'd wanted, it was why she'd come to their front door, offering herself completely, with no reservations. But they hadn't made her cum, they hadn't let her cum even when she knew that the belt landing between her open legs one more time, just ONE MORE TIME, would have done it. The two of them had walked way, gone up the stair and turned off the lights, plunging her into total darkness and... Daisy stopped in mid-thought. She'd heard something. A small, scratching sound in the rafters above her. There it was again! Something was crawling in the rafters! Then, she heard another. Across the room, on the floor, the scratching of tiny claws. Daisy tried to pull herself upward, maybe if she mustered the strength, she could reach the ropes that held her ankles to the hoist overhead. She was too weak. They'd worked her over with the whip and the belts for the better part of an hour, and that after dragging her across the rough, concrete floor. Every part of her body ached, she felt dried something cracking along her legs and arms as she moved. Cum? Spit? Blood? She wasn't sure, didn't want to know. All she knew was that too weak to pull herself up. And she knew something else, deep down in her gut. She stank. And whatever kind of animals those claws belonged to were smelling her. And buzzing. There were buzzing noises. She felt something land on her neck. A bee? A wasp? A fly? She didn't know but she shook her head and it flew off. But there were more of them, she heard them flying around the room. She froze as she heard something scurry across the floor, then a high pitched squeal. Rats! She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself tight. Rats. She trembled, tried to force her eyes to spot something, something but it was totally, hellishly dark. As dark as the eyes of one of those rats. As dark as the hearts of the two men who'd left her there. "EEEeeeeee!" she screamed as she felt something touching the sole of her. Thin, hairy. A tail. She jerked then, swinging her arms and head back and forth, trying to scare it off. After only a few minutes, she was too tired to move and stopped, hanging limp, swaying back and forth like a pendulum. Then, she felt it again. But this time, it didn't just tickle the sole. Something climbed onto her foot, made its way along her leg, sniffing, the fur scratching her skin, the claws digging into her flesh, the whiskers always tickling their way just a few inches in front of the claws. The thing squeaked and she heard other running across the floor. Something was sniffing at her hair that hung just an inch or so from the floor. It must have got up on its hind legs, she felt its breath on her ear. She screamed again, tried to double over but was too weak. Something crawled down her other leg and took its place next to the first one, who was sitting comfortably in her crotch. She felt its nose sniffing at her cunt lips and wanted to pass out, wanted to vanish before it decided it wanted to nibble on the swollen flesh. She could smell her cunt horribly now, the room reeked of it, it was all she could smell. Cunt and sweat. The flies came back, three of them now, she could feel them. Two of them on her face, walking along her lips. The third one was walking across her belly, it almost tickled. One of the rats began moving between her legs and she felt herself sink to a new level of humiliation - her clitoris was stiffening from the pressure of the vermin pressing against it. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her own perverted sickness, slowly moving her hips back and forth, trying to feel some friction. Now, she longed for the other one to bite, to nibble on her while its partner masturbated her to orgasm. She was crying from frustration and shame, desperate to cum but sickened by her own depravity. She felt the nose sniffing along her right cunt lip and her stomach tightened, she waited for the first bite, mouth open now, panting and moaning, tongue out, hoping the fly would take the bait and push her further into her own personal masturbatory fantasy. "I think that's enough for now," a voice called out of the darkness. The lights came on and Daisy was blinded, she squeezed her eyes shut and fought the pain that stabbed into her brain. A hand scooped the rats up from between her legs and she felt something pushed deep into her cunt, something rubbery and hard and started trying to fuck it. She reached with her hands and pushed away the hand of the man who held the dildo, grabbed it herself and started fucking herself with it hard. She heard the laughs of three, maybe four men but she didn't care. She needed to get off. She rammed the thick rubber into herself harder and harder, grunting like an animal and flinging her head back and forth. "What do you think, folks? Should we let her cum?" Daisy became aware of a clicking sound and then voices that were obviously coming over the Internet. They were voting. Whoever was watching was voting. "They saw it all, dear," the man said. "Infrared camera. They've been watching you all night, since we brought you down here." Jack, who'd made the arrangements with Peter, clapped the man on the shoulder. "Yes. My gear is all in for repairs, so he was good enough to bring his. Thanks so much, sport." Another man crouched down and grabbed her hair, leaned close to her face. She opened her eyes and saw him. One of the men from last night, the one with the cane. He spit in her face, ran his finger over her forehead, cheeks and nose, spreading his spit all over her. "They saw the flogging, they saw you hanging, they saw you trying to touch yourself, and they saw the rats." It was too much and Daisy screamed as she came, her body jerking back and forth, yanking against the fist that still held her hair. "Good, good, honey," the man laughed, standing up and wiping his hand on her leg. "Now, you can go home. We're done with you." --- The days after that were worse for Daisy. Every minute of every day was spent on the edge, waiting for an email from Peter or a phone call from one of the men. She drove by their house more than a dozen time but there was never any sign of life. It's like it was abandoned except when there were parties. She masturbated incessantly now -- to the movies and stories on the Internet, to memories of that weekend -- but they weren't enough. She'd gone over the line, she needed real people causing her real pain. By Thursday, she hated Peter, wanted to hunt him down and kill him. And the bastards at the house. She'd call the police, turn them in, that would show them! No, that wouldn't do. She'd camp out in front of the house, her car parked across the street, surely somebody would show up. Friday, she hovered over the computer all day from the moment she woke up until Ben called her to bed at eleven. He wanted to make love but she said she was sore and tired and could she give him a blow job instead. Ben's eyes lit up. This was a rare treat and he enjoyed every minute of it. He had no idea his wife spent the whole time with her hands between her legs, clawing at her clitoris with her long nails, eyes running with tears of pain and gratefulness. She swallowed his load, then licked his cock and balls clean and started again. She had to. She hadn't cum yet. --- what is the first step toward becoming punana? Daisy fumbled as she typed the answer, it was Peter, it was Peter! He was going to use her! complete obedience she typed, desperate for it to be the correct answer. i already have you complete obedience yes sir rubber band your nipples ten times each yes sir on cam Daisy felt a rush of excitement between her legs, Peter was going to watch her hurt herself! She nearly came just opening the drawer to get the rubber bands. She clicked the icon that activated the camera and pulled her nightshirt over her head. "Sir, Sir, Sir," she whispered as she held the rubber band between finger and thumb, then pulled it back with the other hand and snapping it hard directly at the center of her left nipple. "Ahh!" she squealed, trying to stay silent. It was after midnight Friday and Ben was upstairs asleep. The second and third were bad but by the fifth, the pain was unbearable and she was crying, eyes staring into the camera, begging him to change his mind. But she didn't say it out loud. She pulled the rubber band back then saw the screen light up. pull further Then, she started crying in earnest. She'd been pulling just about two inches before releasing. Now, she pulled three. The pain was too much, it didn't matter anymore and now she pulled four inches and snapped, then four and snapped again and now she was snapping over and over and over, losing count, her mind a swamp of pain, her cunt soaking wet, grinding her thighs together, her clitoris rubbing between her engorged lips, snap snap snap again and again, crying out loud now and pulling back further and ... the rubber band snapped. Daisy was angry and jerked the drawer open, looking for another rubber band but her eye caught the screen and she read: enough She looked up at the camera, blurry through the tears. you are enjoying this much too much Daisy nodded. go to Jack's place. one of them wants to fuck your ass. another wants to stake you in the basement and leave you there to entertain your ... visitors Daisy felt bile come up in her throat but swallowed it back down. be at his door at one thirty. wear a single black body stocking, called zentai. there is one for you in his yard, behind the trash cans beside the garage. black box She didn't digest the instructions, all she could think of was the sound of those claws on the concrete basement floor. The scurrying little feet, the tails dragging behind them. She couldn't do it, she couldn't do it. But she would. Because Peter said so. --- The sun was coming up when they untied Daisy from the chair. She couldn't move again, her arms and legs were too stiff, her body in too much pain, so they carried her to the X beam. When she arrived, they'd doubled her over the back of a wooden chair so her face pressed against the seat and her arms hugged it. The tied her legs open by pulling her knees wide and wrapping the rope around the chair in an X pattern. Then, they stretched her legs back downward and tied her ankles near the floor. The tension in her knees and hips was unbearable but became worse when they started caning her. Little by little, the zentai suit was scissored, razored, or flogged away until she was completely naked -- except for her head. That was the most arousing of all -- they had complete access to her body but nobody cared to see her face or use her mouth. Tonight it was all men, no couples. All of them except Jack were drinking and they counted on him to not let them do anything that would break their toy. Most of the men used a short, four-foot whip on her. All of them fucked her ass, some with just their cocks, others with fingers and fists. She was a sloppy mess by the middle of the night and someone used a wet-dry shop vac to clean her out. Her response was a wild orgasm which led them to turkey baste the muck back into her then vacuum it out again. As the light started to show through the curtains, they carried her to one of the men's cars and threw her on a plastic shower curtain in the back seat. Two of them got into the car and drove for a while, then pulled off the road and parked. "OK, here we are sweetheart," one of them said, a tall man with jet black hair and a moustache. "Home?" she muttered weakly. They both laughed. "Yeah, sorta" said his partner, whose hair was a sandy brown. Daisy raised her head slowly until she could look out the side window. There were two dozen people standing in a circle around the car. They were all naked except for thick leather belts and papier-mache masks that covered their entire heads. Daisy looked from one body to the next, eyes seeing cock after cock after cock hanging limp between pale legs. But something was wrong with these men. She rubbed her eyes, squeezed them closed then open again. One of them had breasts! And another. She looked from man to man and saw that they were not men after all, but women, all wearing long, thick strap-on cocks. And something else. Whips. Each of them had a whip curled and hanging from their belt. And the circle was closing around the car, slowly, slowly. "The sun is coming up. I have to get home. I..." Daisy froze as the car door opened. Two hands reached in, hands with bony, clawlike fingers and long, tapered nails. The fingers wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her out of the car. She slid to the ground and swung her legs around just as the car pulled away. The women were circling now, chanting something in a language she didn't understand. Two women fell on her, one of them shoved her cock into Daisy's, mouth ramming it deep into her throat in one push while the other one slid the cock easily up her ass. There was a slight sound that rushed through the group when they saw how easily her ass had been penetrated and she panicked - they would think she was an ass whore, that she did this all the time. She wanted to say something, to defend herself, but her mouth was full of cock and the woman held her head tight. One by one, the women took their turn at her, fucking for only a few minutes, each one of them moving her slowly across the open field and toward the single, ten foot tall granite pole with the shackles hanging from the top and at the base. Daisy caught sight of the pillar and came to life. She fucked back hard now, sucking cock for all she was worth, rubbing her cunt with her free hand and cumming loud and wild. They were going to whip her, they were going to take turns with her until they tore the flesh off of her entire body until nothing was left but a quivering pussy, cumming and cumming while they laughed and watched. She felt dizzy with desire. They pressed her face and chest against the cool stone pillar and started to shackle her ankle but she started begging, "no, please, tie me face out, please, tie me face out, beat me, beat me!" The women moved silently around her, turning her around until her pack was secure against the stone and her tender tits and belly were exposed for their pleasure. Daisy opened her legs as the first woman took her place in front of her and raised her whip. The woman cracked the whip against the stone pillar, inches from Daisy's belly. "Oh, no, oh no, oh no, oh no, no, you are no teasing me, no..." Daisy kept muttering as the women took turns one after the other landing their whips near but not on Daisy's body. Daisy hung limp in her chains now, knees weak and completely drained. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," she muttered. One of the women stood in front of Daisy and took off her mask. Daisy lifted her head and saw that the woman must have been in her seventies. Her body was still full and firm though her breasts sagged a bit. She came closer and stroked Daisy's hair, then leaned close and gave her an opened mouth kiss. Daisy returned it, but not eagerly. She had been the toy of a few women at Jack's first party but aside from that, she hadn't really fucked or been fucked by a woman. The crone's hands moved gently over Daisy's body and she felt herself going soft, spreading her knees, waiting for the fingers that came soon enough and went deep into her pussy. She sucked the woman's mouth and lips and enjoyed the feeling of her fingers, three up inside her cunt, more playing with her nipples. She came quickly and whispered "thank you thank you thank you". One by one, the other women approached her, removed their masks, and brought her to mind-shattering orgasms with fingers and tongues. Daisy was amazed at the range of ages, colors, and body types in the group. She was desperate to do something for them, to give them something, she saw herself on her knees, licking their precious pussies, caressing their nipples, running her fingers through their hair. When the last women was finished with her, she sighed and leaned her head back, completely and utterly relaxed and at peace. She let her eyes close, thought she would drift off to sleep. Everything was quiet, her body soft in the afterglow of orgasm after orgasm. Her mouth swam with the taste of her twenty lovers, she sniffed and remembered how the last one smelled slightly of roses. She opened her eyes slightly and watched the women. They were walking slowly in a line, removing the big belts with the rubber cocks, placing them in a big chest, then unsnapping the whips and setting them in a separate pile just a few feet away. She admired their bodies. Young or old, they were all healthy, lithe, strongly muscled, firm. Some had tattoos, graceful, but still incongruent. They too off the big masks and set them in large boxes as well, two in each. They were finished and were packing up, she thought. She would be going home soon. She'd have to come up with an explanation for Ben, why she'd been gone all night, and she'd have to get cleaned up and make sure he didn't see the variety of welts and stripes all up and down her body. But she was sure she could do it. Daisy turned her head and watched as the women walked to another big, open chest a few yards away from the first. They moved with such grace and assurance, she could fall in love with any one of them. She wanted to serve them, to live with them, crouching at their feet and pleasuring them any way they wanted. The first woman leaned and reached into the trunk, took out a black leather hood. She turned it over in her hand, opened the neck and pulled it over her head. She nodded and took it off, then took a few steps toward Daisy. She set the hood on the ground between her feet and stood with her arms at her side, smiling at Daisy. Daisy smiled back, a relaxed, dreamy smile that promised "I will lick your pussy if you come closer". The next woman did the same until the entire group was lined up in a semi-circle from Daisy's extreme left to her right. One of them, a very soft, feminine looking forty-something woman with long, auburn hair and small, firm breasts, approached Daisy. "Do you trust me?" Daisy smiled and nodded. "You were wonderful." The woman leaned in and kissed Daisy again. Daisy leaned forward as far as she could, wanting to please the woman who had given her such pleasure a few moments ago. The woman pulled back and whispered, "close your eyes." She stroked Daisy's hair. "Relax." Daisy closed her eyes and felt herself relaxing into the soft, velvet darkness behind her eyelids. The women were moving now, Daisy heard them but was too relaxed and tired to bother opening her eyes. SMAAAAAACKKKK! "Arrgggghhhhhhhhh!" Daisy screamed as the first slice of pain exploded across her belly. It was horrible, she'd never hurt so much before. They'd relaxed her so much she had no defenses. Her eyes shot open and she saw the hooded woman's arm swinging just before the long quirt sliced across her left titty. The double-ended cut of the leather set her on fire and she screamed again. The women were all standing close now, wearing the black executioner's hoods and holding different implements of pain. Canes, crops, whips, floggers, and worst of all the quirts. There was no stopping, no logic or rhythm to their attach, no breaks between blows. Several of them would hit her at once, then they would all stop for three, four, five seconds, then four or five more strips of leather would cut into her flesh. They slashed up and down her legs and arms, the insides of her thighs, and across her titties and belly. Nothing was thin enough to break the flesh but everything was thin enough to raise huge, shriekingly painful welts. Daisy wrestled and twisted, pulling her arms nearly out of their sockets, crying and screaming for them to pause just for a second so she could catch her breath but they were relentless, even holding her fingers open so they would whip her palms and spreading her cunt lips so they could whip the tender inside flesh. It went on and on forever. END of chapter 7
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 02 Daisy's two-week adventure continues as she is roughly bound, glory-holed again and shocked in preparation for Bill's big party. [Day 1 (Saturday) - early evening] Over dinner, David introduced me to his three friends. Mark was the kind of guy you just naturally asked "so you played some football in college, eh?" A big side of beef standing about 6 foot 2 and two-hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle. His interest in Daisy as purely back-door. Of all the photographs of Daisy that I'd sent David, Mark was interested in only one. A doggie-style pose of her holding her ass cheeks open. He showed me that he kept it in his wallet. That was a little scary, even for me. Marco was a slim, elegantly dressed man with some kind of Latin look. I couldn't guess and he didn't offer, so I don't think I'll ever know. He was along for ride largely as an option. Marco had known David a long time and was David's pipeline to illicit substances. If David wanted to get high -- or to get Daisy high -- Marco was the man. The third one in the group surprised me completely. It was a woman named Donna. She wore her hair shaved short, had a five o'clock shadow, no chest at all, and dressed in a casual "jeans and t-shirt" style that completely fooled me. David laughed at my surprised look. "Not many people guess it right," he said. David told me that Donna was in it for one thing and one thing only: the pain. "So, how have I been doing?" I asked. I cut another bit of the chicken marsala and twirled some capellini around it. "You don't do much of this, do you?" she asked. I was taken aback a bit. She took a sip of wine, eyes locked with mine. "Do you?" she repeated. "Well, I mean, it's not an everyday thing," I managed before she laughed. "I've seen worse," she said with a big grin. I smiled. Fuck you. Though, I have to admit I was curious. It's always fascinating to me to see what others come up with that I've never thought of. I'm guessing Donna could teach me a thing or two. "How do you think she's doing?" Marco asked. "That floor mat was fucking evil." I nodded. "A friend of mine suggested it a few years ago and I've kept the idea around ever since. Daisy was the perfect candidate to try it out." "I'll say. She's fucking twisted," Mark said. "Never saw anyone who came at it like this. She never says 'enough' does she?" I shook my head. "And it wouldn't matter, would it?" David looked at me. I knew what he was thinking. Both he and I knew Daisy's safeword and he and I were just as sure she would never use it. But the others didn't know that. They didn't need to. Just before we finished our dinner, Donna called the waitress over. "Can you get some of the Giardiniera to go?" She smiled at me. "I am going to have a turn, right?" I nodded. David closed his cell phone. "It's all set up. They said to have her there at ten so they can get things set up. The party kicks off at eleven and runs till morning." He gave me a wide smile. "You are guaranteed to like this." --- Mark leaned over and poured the panful of ice water over Daisy's head. She jerked up, sputtering, cried out as her body weight shifted on the spikes and rolled sideways off of the mat. The talc stuck to her side and legs, the water making a thin paste. Mark threw her a towel. "Clean the mess up." Daisy did her best but I could tell that every muscle was stiff and sore. Her skin was still bright red from the scrubbing and you could see the indentations in her skin where the rows of spikes had been. She wiped the water and talc as best she could while we got our drinks from the kitchen. We came back and gathered around her, just watching her rubbing the towel slowly across the same spot on the floor. We'd agreed she needed at least an hour's sleep before we delivered her to David's party, which meant we had just over ninety minutes. I watched her with interest as she kept moving the towel. What was she thinking? Was she stalling for time? Unable to figure out what to do next? Enthralled by her own level of servitude? Her ass was gorgeous, even striped and coated with talc, her body held up. Firm and ripe, inviting so much more punishment. And Mark's cock. The more I watched it swaying back and forth as she rubbed the towel, the more I needed to get started on her again. It screamed to be attacked, used and violated. "Daisy," I said calmly. "Yes, Sir," she answered, still wiping the floor. "Bring me the Pear." She looked around the room and found it where I'd left it, on one of the small tables near the window. She tried to stand up but was too weak so she started crawling across the floor. The sway of her ass was just too enticing, I didn't want to wait. I nearly jumped up and got it myself but I took a breath and composed myself. When she tried to rise up to get the Pear, her body gave out and she fell flat on the floor. "That's all right, dear. We have time," I said with the most condescending tone I could muster. She pulled her way up the side of the table, using the table legs to steady herself, and grabbed for the Pear before she collapsed again. She held it in her teeth and crawled back to me. I held out my hand and she dropped it in. "Marco, go get the gear ready," I said while Daisy waited. Marco nodded and went into the other room. I'd explained to him how to setup the shock device and he seemed eager to give it a try. "Turn around and open up." She did. I slid the Pear into her cunt, getting it slick with her juice. Then, I pushed it up her ass and started turning the knob. She grunted and moaned as I went straight to a full two inches. I had her crawl around the room, letting the thing situate itself inside her before I called her back. "Ass high." She put her forehead on the floor and raised her ass higher. I turned the knob mercilessly, not stopping until she was open a full three-and-a-half inches. "Stand up." It took her three tries before she could stand for more than a few seconds. She kept her feet wide apart and squatted, knees bent and her legs at a forty-five degree angle. I had her walk around the room like that a few more times. It was horribly humiliating, I could tell from her face as she ambled open-legged around the room. Finally, I had her stop and squat in front of us, her hands behind her neck, knees open wide. Marco laid the five black boxes on the floor in front of her. Each was about the size of a cell phone. Four contained batteries -- high-charge NiMHs -- and the fifth was the controller. Short wires connected the batteries in a daisy chain to the controller, which had two simple red and black leads with alligator clips at the end. He handed me the remote control, then went back and knelt directly in front of her. As he reached into the box for the first wire, I held up my hand. "Have her do it." He held up the red wire and she took it. "Attach that to the red metal stud in the base of the Pear." She took a deep breath and ran her fingers along the base. "I can't see it, Sir." He nodded and asked if a anyone had a mirror. We all shook our heads. "Daisy," I said, inspired by a new idea. "Go ahead and pull out the Pear and see which post is red." For the first time, she showed real fear. I couldn't blame her. If the base of the Pear was opened three inches, the head was at least six. I stared at her a full minute, letting the horror of her situation sink in fully. "What are you waiting for?" Without a word, she started pulling at the knob. She squatted deeper and pushed, I could see the effort she was making by the muscles in her neck. She was sweating and grunting, pulling hard with both hands. The thing slid an inch or two downward but wouldn't come out. "Mark, can you help her?" I said calmly. She broke down then, crying and begging us to "turn it just a few turns, please, please, make it just a little bit smaller, I've been good, I've been so good, I've..." While she whined, Mark bent her over his the table and grabbed the base of the Pear. She looked at me with wild eyes, "Peter, Sir, please, it'll ruin me, it will ruin your pleasu . . . . . AAARGGHGHGHGHH!!!!" Mark held up the Pear, Daisy continued to moan louder than ever until Marco pushed his cock into her mouth. He held her hair tight and fucked her face but we weren't done. Mark dropped his pants and spit on his cock. It swelled to a full eight inches long and nearly three inches around. He rammed it into Daisy and held her hips as she squirmed and jerked on the table, her legs opening wider and wider trying to reduce the pain as he fucked hard and fast in her ass. When they both came, I handed her the fully-expanded Pear again. "In your pussy," I said. The look of relief on her face was incredible, I wanted to fuck her again. That's the thing about Daisy, she has an indescribable look that makes you want to hurt her, then hug her, then fuck her, then hurt her again. She rolled over on her back, opened her legs, and pushed the thing in without too much trouble. "Six inches wide," David said as he watched. "Fucking amazing." Daisy put her hands back behind her head and stood, legs closer together this time. "All right, Marco" I said. He handed her the red wire again. She trembled and cried again, "I didn't look, I forgot to look..." Marco took her hand and showed her which was red, which was black. She connected the two wires when he handed them to her. "You know full well what's coming, don't you?" I taunted. "Yes, Sir." "Tell us." "Sh...sh...shock...insi...side...m.m.my...p.pu..pussy...AAHH!" I pushed and released the button a few more times while she answered. The dial was turned to 3, it was only a mild sensation for now. It was important to let it build. Especially the anticipation in her mind. That would be the worst. I set it to a mild wave and let her body get used to it. As I adjusted the speed, Daisy's body responded. Donna was fascinated and leaned closer, watching Daisy's face. Her lips and eyes were both half open. Her hips moved back and forth like she was being fucked. "Amazing," Donna said softly. She told me she hadn't done any electric play and hadn't expected this at all. "It's not just for shock and pain. At the right settings, it's quite pleasurable." I turned back to Daisy. "Isn't that right." Daisy was rocking back and forth, her hand between her legs rubbing her clit. I watched her closely, gauging her again for an orgasm. Just as she got there, I barked "stop" and jolted her. She gave a yelp and pulled her hand away from her crotch. Marco held up the other conductor, a long, thin metal probe with two short wires. "Ready for this?" I nodded and he handed it to Daisy. "You know what to do." She put the tip in her mouth, wet it, then reached around behind and pushed it deep into her ass. "Wire yourself up," Marco said. Daisy reached down between her legs and felt for the two dangling wires. "Which is which?" she asked. Marco laughed. "Doesn't matter. Never did. You really should have asked before." Daisy took a deep breath, obviously trying to control the anger she felt. She never had to do any of what we just put her through. "If you knew anything about electronics, you would have asked, but you don't, do you?" Marco leaned close to her and gave her a gentle slap across the face. "Maybe you should hit the books a little harder than you hit the mattress?" When Daisy had the wires clipped in place, I handed her a dress. This one was a button-front dress with a layer of beige cotton, knee length, short sleeved, high neck with no belt. But underneath it was different altogether. The entire lining was rough burlap. There was a strip of the floormat plastic behind her ass, down the back of each thigh and up both sides of her back. Sitting in a chair would be hell. "Don't put it on yet," I told her. She stood with the dress draped over her arm. "Let's make this a little more interesting. Mark, bring me those leather laces we used earlier." We tied them around the base of her nipples again, knotting them tight so they didn't slip off. I wrapped a three-inch leather belt around her waist and pulled it tight. "Inhale." She did and I pulled tighter. "Again." By the time I buckled it, she was taking short, quick breaths and staring straight ahead, trying to stay focused and calm. I took the ends of the laces and pushed them through the belt buckle. "Lean forward a bit." She bent at the waist, the belt cutting into her skin. I adjusted her up and down until she was just slightly hunched, barely enough for anyone but her to notice. But she would notice. I tied the ends off to the belt buckle and had her walk around the room. It was horrible for her, she had to keep her body precisely at a point that balanced the pain from the belt and the pain from laces ripping at her nipples. I unhooked the wires from the Pear. "Stand at the frame." She moved to the frame, still bent and moving slowly. "Reach up and grab the overhead beam." She tried but couldn't straighten her body enough to reach that high. "Do it!" I barked. She reached higher, inching her hands up the edge of the frame until she was erect. Her nipples stretching more than two inches, her breathes coming fast and short now. I picked up the strap and gave her a single lash across the shoulders. She screamed and dropped her hands from the beam. "Up." Body trembling and tears flowing, she straightened up. I gave her five more across the shoulders then told her to relax. She fell to her knees, her body hunching and straightening, hunching and straightening as the belt bit into her belly. When she finally found the spot that caused the least amount of pain, she stopped and stood very still, panting and trembling. "Thirsty?" I asked. I knew she was, she hadn't had anything to drink since she got off the plane over nine hours ago. She nodded. "Hungry? Need to use the toilet?" More nods. Faster. "I thought so," I said. I went into the kitchen and came back with a handful of salted nuts. "More hungry or thirsty?" She looked at them and at me and lowered her eyes. "I thought so," I said, popping the nuts into my mouth. "May I use the bathroom, Sir?" I ignored her and picked up the black boxes. "Marco, duct tape. Open your legs further." She did. Marco handed me the tape and I attached the batteries and the controller along the insides of her thighs. Then, I reattached the wires. "There we go." I handed her the dress again. "Now, we can get you dressed." Daisy moved very slowly, doing her best to balance the pain shooting up the front of her boy with the pain between her legs. When she was done, she stood and we stared at her. She needed a bath, she needed her hair washed and she needed makeup. She stood with her shoulders hunched forward, her knees open, a look of complete devastation on her face. "This will never do." I said. "Donna, would you do the honors?" Donna nodded. She took Daisy into the bathroom and closed the door. Fifteen minutes later, the door swung open and Donna led Daisy by the hand back into the room. She looked even worse. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she winced with each small step, her body shaking and swaying from side to side. She was moaning, her eyes were nearly shut. Donna gave me a smile that sent chills up my spine. "Oh fuck, that was fun. And she licks pussy like nobody's business!" She put a surprised look on her face. "Oh, you wanted me to clean her up?" She turned around and pulled Daisy's arm again. "Come on." --- Mark, Daisy and I took a taxi from the suite to North Beach and brought Daisy back into the strip club. The others went straight to David's party. The ride was horrible for her, the spikes digging into her ass, back and thighs. Every time he hit a bump or turned a corner, she gasped, bit her lip and shook. Her eyes bulged and she held her breath, struggling to maintain composure. At one point, I leaned over and put my thumb in her mouth. She sucked furiously, doing everything she could to distract herself from the plastic runners digging into her flesh. I brought her to the same club we'd been at earlier. The manager noticed the change in her walk right away but didn't say anything. He led us back to the men's room and set her in the same stall. She tried squatting, bending, and leaning but all were painful and she ended up on her knees, hunched forward, lips wrapped around a thick, hard cock, swimming in the inevitable pain as he pumped in and out of her mouth. I handcuffed one of her ankles to the stall and we went back into the main room to watch the show. We left her there for forty minutes, watching the steady stream of men going in and out, spreading the word, lining up outside the door. When we went back in, we found her still in the same position, face and hair soaked with cum, dress pulled all the way up around her shoulders. Someone had written all over her with marker: "cum dump" "whore" "fuck me" "pig" and more decorated her back, shoulders, arms and legs. "Fuck hole" was written across her forehead and again just above and below her lips. The anal probe had been taken out and a toilet plunger pushed up her ass. The probe hung from its wire like a small tail between her legs. Her thighs were running with cum. I slid out the plunger and a gush of cum drizzled out making a sick sound. "They fuck you there?" She shook her head, crying. It must have hurt like hell, getting fucked up the ass with the Pear spread open inside her. I took a handful of toilet paper and wiped the equipment as clean as I could, pushed my finger up inside her and scooped out the cum to prevent any further damage to the gear. Mark and I stood her up and smoothed out the dress. It covered most of the writing except, of course, for the words on her face and arms. Mark and I had to support her, she couldn't walk. She was too tired even to try and curl up, the laces pulled mercilessly at her nipples as she moved. I had the manager let us out the back door. We wiped her down until she was presentable, then flagged a taxi and gave him the Marin County address. Daisy slumped between us, stinking of cum and moaning from the pain. We let her sleep through the ride as best she could. --- David's friend in Marin was an Engineer who'd made his fortune building custom labs for tech-bubble millionaires in Silicon Valley. He'd grown up on the East Coast and had a friendly smile, a likable personality, and a mean streak a mile long. David had sent me photos of some of Bill's parties over the years. They looked like fantasy shots, the kinds of things you might pose and shoot but not actually do. David assured me that everything was real and I insisted we offer Daisy over to Bill's tender mercies. Bill stood completely immobile, watching from the porch as Daisy tried to get from the taxi to the house under her own power. Mark helped her out of the taxi and steadied her on the walkway. She was hunched over, legs open, head slumped forward, arms hanging limp at her sides. She stood like that for a long time before she slid her right foot forward tentatively, just a few inches. She started to shift her weight but let out a moan and froze. She swayed and had to use her arms to regain her balance. I looked at her. She was exhausted and in pain, crusty patches of cum along the insides of her legs, the backs of her thighs, and all over her face and neck. The burlap was scraping her raw flesh and her ass was still sore from the workout at the strip club. She was getting exactly what she told me she wanted. "Come on, then!" Bill barked. Daisy raised her head sharply, obediently, and, with a supreme effort, started shuffling toward the house. "Feet up, don't shuffle like a servant!" Daisy lifted her foot off the ground and immediately fell over, writhing in pain as the laces and belt bit and tugged. Bill called into the house and two men came to the door. He pointed. They picked up Daisy and carried her into the big front room. --- I stood with the others and waited for her to open her eyes. We had time, we could afford to let her come to naturally. She lifted her head and slowly looked around. It took a minute for her eyes to focus. When they did, she was staring at Donna. Donna stood directly in front of her, hands on her hips, holding a pair of pliers in her hand. Donna was dressed head-to-toe in shiny black leather. It was a man's suit, all the way to the studded gloves and cap. "Welcome back," Donna said. "I want you to help me with a little inventory here," she said, stepping closer. She raised the pliers slowly, brought them toward Daisy's face. Daisy turned her head and closed her eyes tight. Donna pushed the pliers past her face and gripped a nail in the wall behind her head. She pulled hard and the nail came out. She handed the nail and pliers to Mark. "You're not as brave as I expected," Donna sneered. "What did you think I was going to do with those?" She reached for Daisy's nipples and pulled them hard, twisting until Daisy's eyes watered. "Something like this?" Daisy moaned and nodded. "Or this?" Donna twisted and pulled until Daisy was leaning as far forward as the ropes allowed. I had to grit my teeth, it hurt just to watch. "So, let's inventory. I'm going to start a sentence and you finish it for the audience." The two dozen or so well-dressed men and women circled closer. "You are tied to..." "...a wooden St. Andrew's cross," Daisy finished. "Now, squeeze your thighs as best you can. What do you feel between your legs?" "The Pear is still inside me. And the batteries are still taped to my thighs." "Does that scare you, Daisy?" "Yes, Ma'am. It does." "Why, Daisy?" "It will hurt like hell when you turn it on, Ma'am." "So, you will be a very good girl?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Shall we give them an example?" "Please, no, Ma'am. Please, no..." Daisy squirmed against the ropes as Donna picked up the remote control and passed it from her left to her right hand, back and forth. "Let's keep going. The last time I ate anything was..." "...a snack on the plane, on my overnight flight last night." "The last time I drank anything was..." "...on the plane." Donna looked at her watch. "So, it's safe to say she hasn't eaten anything in over twenty-four hours. Not so horrible." Donna leaned in closer to Daisy. "But she's lying about the last time she drank." "Ma'am, I meant water or juice or..." "I didn't ask you that." "I drank, I swallowed cum, mouthfuls of cum while I was servicing cocks in the men's room at ... AAAARRRRGGGGG!!" Daisy's body stiffened and she threw her head back, banging it against the wall while Donna held the button down and counted. "...eight...nine...ten..." She released the button and Daisy collapsed forward, sweating and panting hard. "The last time I drank anything was..." "...just a few hours ago, I sucked cock and swallowed and swallowed and I will do it again and I will suck your cocks if you want and I will swallow or let you shoot it on my face or..." "Fine, fine, dear. Enough," Donna chuckled, turning to the crowd. They gave a little round of applause and Donna half-bowed. Donna moved in closer and whispered in Daisy's ear, "and the last time you relieved yourself?" "On the plane before we landed, Ma'am," Daisy whispered. "Louder. Tell them," Donna said, pointing to the group. "The...last time...I used the toilet was on the airplane coming here." "How long ago, Daisy?" "Over ten hours, Ma'am." Donna shook her head. "You're not being a good girl. You are not telling the truth." Daisy's eyes opened wide and she pleaded, "no, Ma'am, no! No, I haven't been into a bathroom, Ma'am, no, please....AAAARHHHHH!" Donna held the button and counted to ten again. "Now, do you want to try again?" "Ma'am, please, please, I'm telling you ... NNNNGGHHHHH!" Daisy bit down hard on her lower lip, body arching harder this time, fingers and toes clenching. At the count of ten, Donna let go of the button and Daisy screamed, "I pissed, yes, somewhere, I don't know where, I did, I peed, a big pool of it, I don't know, I don't know!" Donna reached out and stroked Daisy's cheek with her hand. "There, there, dear, quiet, calm down, calm down." In a minute, Daisy was trembling and crying, muttering, "I did it, yes, Ma'am, I did it, yes, Ma'am..." "Do you remember now, Daisy?" Donna asked with an evil glint in her eye. Daisy trembled and broke into huge, wracking sobs. I could tell she had no idea what to say, she had no memory of the way we found her in the bathroom earlier, kneeling in a pool of her own pee, her mouth still fixed on a cock coming through the wall. She must have let go while she was being ass-fucked in the stall and not even known it. It was easy to imagine with the Pear in her cunt, the laces ripping at her nipples, the cock up her ass, and her mouth occupied at the hole. Who would notice a little thing like taking a pee? "No, Ma'am, no, I don't, but I am sure I did and I am so, so sorry I lied to you, Ma'am..." Daisy muttered, eyes pleading, spittle trickling from the side of her mouth. "Well, we want to make sure we don't have that problem again," Donna said and motioned to one of the women. The woman stepped forward and Daisy saw that she was already wearing a pair of latex gloves. The woman wheeled a tray through the group and stopped in front of Daisy. She held up a catheter tube and Daisy turned her head. She had it inserted in just a few seconds and a small trickle of yellow liquid dripped into the plastic bag. "There, that will solve that problem," Donna said, stroking Daisy's chin. "Happy?" Daisy kept her head turned and her eyes closed and just nodded. Donna clapped. "Good, then." She stood back a few feet and examined her handiwork. Daisy hung limp and sweating on the wooden X, the Pear still deep and open inside her, the wires connected to the batteries and controller, the cath tube leading to the bag that lay on the floor between her feet. Bill stepped forward and raised his glass in a toast. "I think we can start the main event now." He took a drink and motioned to two of his men. They rolled the big wooden X down the hallway and into a bigger room. -- end of chapter 2
1 This is the third time i've tried to write about the weekend. David rejected the first two attempts because He said they did not go into enough detail about how i was used. So i will try again. This time, i will begin earlier and try to be more descriptive of myself, of the cumslut pigslut and painslut i am. All day long at work on Friday, my cunt was sopping wet. David always found new ways to turn me on and this week was no different. From Monday morning, i had large dildoes in both my pussy and ass every minute except when i was using the toilet or fucking. On Monday morning just after ten, a man showed up at our office and said he had a package for me. He walked me into the stairwell and down to the parking garage, where he pushed me into a van. There were three men inside who stripped me and fucked me on a small mattress pad, then smeared their cum all over me, including my face and hair. They put the dildoes back in my holes, then added a leather harness that held some kind of remote control vibrator hard against my cunt. "Watch," one of them said. He made a call on his cell phone and i jerked slightly as the vibrator went into action. It hummed for about fifteen seconds then stopped. He laughed. "Some of those units you have to call the right number. Not this one." He dialed another number and the thing went off again. It lasted longer this time and i felt my pussy getting wet. "Any cell phone within twenty feet will set it off. Sometimes, it will be five seconds, sometimes a full minute." Two of the others pulled out cell phones and proved their point. The cumslut me felt my cunt getting more and more wet. i knew what was coming. He threw me my clothes. "Back to work, bitch." i put my clothes back on and went to the elevator, smelling the cum all over my face and touching where it was dried in my hair. Just before the elevator opened, the vibrator started up again. i had to concentrate to step into the elevator. i wondered if the others could hear the sound. If so, they were polite about it. All day long, i tried to focus on what i was doing but couldn't. Someone would dial and the vibrator would go off. i spent most of the rest of the morning walking the halls. i knew that if i sat down at my desk, i'd cum and everyone would see. At least while i was talking, i had a chance to duck into a bathroom or act like i was going through a file cabinet. Working at an insurance company, a lot of the workers ignored each other, spending their energy on the telephone. That was good and bad. Good because most of them wouldn't even notice me. Bad because a lot of their work was done on cell phones. cumslut me craved it but Diane was scared. Someone would see, i would lose my job. By three o'clock, i was spending all of my time in a stall in the ladies' room, doubled over on a toilet, shivering with orgasm after orgasm. cumslut was in heaven. The most frustrating thing was when there was a long pause between calls. i couldn't decide whether or not to try and get up and leave the room. Then, another call would set the device off and i'd close my eyes and lean back against the wall, praying it would last long enough for me to cum. The phones started slowing down around four and by five, i was able to wipe my face off with cold water and walk back to my cubicle. There were a stack of notes on my chair. "X wanted to see you." "Y wanted to see you." "Z is wondering if you're coming to the meeting." By six, i was home for a quick bite and shower, then spent the rest of the night servicing the callers David sent. It was a steady stream from seven till midnight, one per hour and always the same. David sold me as a package. i opened the door dressed in a French Maid outfit and gave them a drink to enjoy while i sucked on their cock for ten minutes, then stripped and had them follow me into the playroom. i offered them an assortment of ropes and clamps, crops and canes, whips and floggers that they were encouraged to use on me for the next thirty minutes. Then, a blow job or anal sex, and out the door in time for me to dress for the next man. At midnight, i would reinsert the dildoes and strap them into place, then go to bed. But i wouldn't sleep. Always, always, they failed to hurt me the way i needed to be hurt. i would find ways to finish the job. This week, i used rubber bands. i wrapped them around my thighs and titties, pulled them hard and let them snap against me, rubbing my clit until i came. Then, i would do it again. By three or four, i would fall asleep exhausted, only to wake up with the alarm at six to start all over again. My nights have been this way for several months now, ever since i gave myself to David. i knew what i wanted and knew he was the one to give it to me. i often wonder about my decision but it's too late now. i am his. i started by telling you i would describe this last weekend in detail. So much happened and i was in such a fog that i can only do my best. Friday night, one of David's drivers picked me up after work. i was a complete wreck by then. Five day of non stop cumming were taking their toll on me. Marco found me wandering the first floor hallway, dialing random numbers on my own cell phone to make the vibrator hum. i would dial a number and feel the incredible feeling between my legs, start walking quickly to make the dildoes inside me move. Sometimes i'd find a bench or a railing and push backward against it, humping myself like an animal, pushing those rubber cocks deeper into me. Marco reached for my telephone and i jerked my hand back, snarling. He laughed and slapped me across the face. i turned and stumbled away, fingers poking desperately at the buttons on the phone. The vibrator turned on again and i leaned against the wall, felt a huge orgasm shaking my body, then the hum stopped and i screamed at him. "Bastard!" i threw the phone then my eyes shot open wide with panic. No! i ran for it but it was too late, Marco picked it up and shoved it in his pocket. i threw my arms around him and started kissing him, but he ignored me. "Come on, whore, we have a gig for you." He took my arm and led me back to the parking garage, pushed me into the passenger seat of his BMW. He pulled my arms behind the back of the seat and snapped handcuffs on my wrists, then slammed the door shut. i heard the lock click and saw him walk around to the other side. My eyes frantically looked around for a phone. Marco pulled his phone out of his pocket every few minutes and wave it in front of my face, laughing. My cunt was on fire, i squirmed to push the cocks into me but it was no use. They were too small. i laughed. On Monday they hurt when they were pushed into me, now they were too small for me. Marco took me to a run down motel outside of town. Last time i wrote this, i said it was a terrible cliche but David corrected me. It is exactly where i belong. A pigslut flat on my back on the floor, laying on a crusty carpet in a sleazy motel fucking dirty, filthy strangers who stank of beer and cigarettes. Friday night was fuck and flog night. i was passed from man to man in three different rooms. In one, they dressed me in a blond wig and Marilyn Monroe dress and made me pull my dress up over my head while they whipped my tits and belly. As a pigslut, i do not deserve to be compared to Marilyn, but it amused them and i am their toy, so i did it. After each flogging, i would beg for more but they would stop, telling me they were finished with me and someone in the next room wanted me. i was dragged into the bathroom and made to change my outfit. In the second room, i was a redhead in a pony tails and schoolgirl uniform, the white top tied just underneath my huge and sore titties, and a plaid micro skirt that just barely covered my ass and pussy. In that room, they caned my bottom in classic British form-school style. That room was the hardest for painslut. The cane is always the worst, but i willingly take the pain for David. And i enjoy it. i crave it. i enjoy the pain and want more. David, when you read this, please tell them to use me harder next time, if it pleases you. i do not know how long they passed me back and forth between those two rooms, my mind knew nothing but pain and orgasm. When I was not being whipped, there were nearly always two men inside me, fucking my cunt and ass, sometimes both of them stretching my cunt with their cocks. When i was allowed to cum, they pointed and laughed, swilling their beer and scratching their fat bellies. i sometimes dribble when i cum and it is humiliating. i feel devastated and must say it for them. i must tell them that i am embarrassed and that i want to clean it up, that i want to lick the carpet, to suck my own pussy juice from the dirty no-tell motel floor. David, this is so humiliating, to admit this and then to have to put it in writing again here. Knowing it will be read by hundreds of strangers. They will picture me on my knees, dripping with cum and sweat, mouth pressed against the matted indoor/outdoor carpeting, sucking up who knows whatever filth is in that fabric from years of neglect. David, please, must i write this? i am sorry. Yes, i must write this. A pigslut does not make those judgments and you insisted on more description. More precise description. i was Marilyn. i brushed the wig out of my eyes, looked around the room at the eight men there. Most of them in underpants, some with towels wrapped around them, two of them naked. One of them stood up, looking bored, and motioned for me to raise the dress. i pulled it up around my neck as i'd been doing all night. "Lower it, bitch, it's covering your face." i lowered it a few inches. "I want to see your eyes when I do this." He picked up a bull whip from the floor. i stared at it, frozen with fear. Nobody had ever used one of those on me, David didn't even have one in his playrooms. i wondered where the man got it. Some of the men noticed my fear and nudged each other. i heard them talking about me, about how scared i looked. They had been at me for over three hours and this was the first time i actually looked afraid. Some of them sat up, slid to the edge of the bed, others stepped closer to me. i was trembling now. The man with the bull whip saw that he had a special moment here and slowed things down. He told me to take the dress completely off. i did. Then the wig. i did that too. i was completely naked and exposed now, not even the false identify to hide behind. He told me to hold my arms out straight at my sides. i lifted my hands, felt the weight of my titties on my chest as they rose. my nipples were stiff and hard, my cunt swollen. i feared the pain but the anticipation was stronger. i felt my pussy dripping, felt the juice running down the insides of my thighs. They were jeering now, pointing at my nipples and cunt, talking about me and what a complete painslut David had given them. i was about to be cruelly beaten and i was about to cum. i watched the man with the whip as he coiled it slowly in his hand. His eyes stared at me, he was gauging my fear, waiting for the right moment. i felt my knees going weak, i wanted so desperately to cum. He dropped the tasseled end to the floor, pulled his arm back and gave the whip a quick snap. It made a loud crack several feet behind him and everyone smiled and laughed. my pussy ached for him to get started, i knew i would cum the first time i felt that leather bite into my tits. i wanted him to beat me until i fell to the floor, then roll over and open my pigslut hole for them to fuck all night. But, he just stood there and started coiling the whip in his hand again. David, the anticipation was horrible and i couldn't stand it. i started begging him to whip me. He didn't move. i yelled at the others, aren't any of you man enough to do it? Come on, you fucking tough guys, do it! Then, my body exploded with pain. i wrapped my arms around myself, the pain across my belly was incredible. i saw the man's big grin, saw that he was missing a tooth, saw that he'd rolled up his arms and his biceps were huge and tattooed. "Yaaaah, bitch, I'll show you a tough guy!" i did my best to keep my arms raised but after the whip sliced across my titties twice more, i couldn't help it. i couldn't help it and i turned to the room and yelled for someone to hold my arms. Two men grabbed my elbows and wrists and pulled my arms wide apart. my legs went weak and i nearly fell to the floor. The men held me upright and i watched the man with the whip. He was standing still, breathing slowly, getting his bearings. i heard myself begging him not to hit me again. The painslut in me was wide eyed and excited, craving it, screaming for it but my instincts won out and my voice was begging him to stop. The man with the whip coiled it again and adjusted his stance. i saw his arm swing behind him then come around and i felt the whip slice sideways across the bottom of my titties. i struggled and wrestled but my body was on fire. i came after the third stroke and started begging louder for him to hit me again, again, harder. His face tightened into a grimace and the battle of wills began. He hit me harder and harder and my body responded by cumming and cumming. He was panting now, breathing hard and moving his blows up and down the front of my body, from my tits to my belly to my crotch and back again. After a long, long time - a long time David, an incredibly long time - one of the other men stepped up and waved his hand, told him to stop, there were other guys in the room who wanted me. He wiped an ocean of sweat off of his forehead and handed the whip to the next man. i panicked, i wasn't sure how much more i could take. A fresh man, not tired from fifteen plus minutes of whipping me. i looked around the room. If each of them took a turn... 2 i woke with my face buried in the smelly sheets of the motel bed. A man was fucking my ass, slamming hard into me, his hands holding my hips hard, fingers digging into me. i realized i'd passed out. i still have no idea what they did to me, if they kept on with the bull whip or of they just laid me down. David, is there a video? Do i even care? No, i don't. After he came in my ass, he rolled me over and announced that i was awake. i felt the pain shooting across the front of my body, everything was on fire. One of them held my head while another poured half a bottle of beer into my open mouth. I drank some, enjoying the change of the cool liquid running down my body. They told me to clean up, change into the schoolgirl outfit and head next door for my caning. i could barely walk so two of them helped me up off of the bed, into my new outfit, and walked me down the hall. They knocked on the door of the second room, then left me leaning against the door jamb. As soon as i got into the room, they told me to show them the stripes from Team Marilyn's whipping. It didn't register until i'd peeled off the flimsy outfit and they talked about the marks on my body that there was a contest going on. i dropped to my knees and crawled to the closest man, reached for his cock, took it in my mouth. He laughed and pushed me away. He said something like 'no, honey, that was round one'. They made me stand in the middle of the room and show off my marks while two of them took pictures. i noticed a laptop computer on a table. It showed photos of me earlier, on my knees, on my back with my legs spread wide, a close-up of two cocks shoved into my pussy. i realized they were looking at a website of pictures of me. One of them noticed me looking and he walked me to the table. He clicked something on the desktop and i saw a movie running in a small window. It was me in the other room, body writhing as the man with the bullwhip beat me. i shook my head, muttered no, no, no but knew it was pointless. Someone threw me on the bed and the fucking started. i was on my side, one of them stuffing his cock into my cunt and another in my ass. It was wonderful and i came right away. They were slamming me hard, laughing and chatting about my cunt and how it felt. The man in my ass complained that it was getting a little loose and he could use some tension. i tried to clench but couldn't. They kept talking and i felt hands moving between my legs. Someone pulled my leg up, opening me wider. Then, they slowed down, still fucking in unison but slower. One of them said something about moving closer. It didn't register until i felt his cock sliding out of my cunt. Immediately, i knew what he had in mind, they were both going to fuck my ass. i tried to relax, thought of every trick i knew to loosen myself up but the more i thought about it the more frightened i felt. my attention was focused completely between my legs, trying to make sure i was laying in the best position for this invasion, relaxing my knees, my hips. Then there was another explosion of pain as something snapped against the soles of my feet. Rubber bands. Thick rubber bands. Two, three, four on each foot, mercilessly snapping against my soles. Hands were holding my ankles and my hips were shaking back and forth. The second cockhead pressed against my sphincter and i tried to keep my focus on relaxing but it was no use. Every time one of the rubber bands snapped, my cunt and ass tightened up. Then, it stopped. i heard panting all around me, from the men who were fucking me to the ones who were holding me to the ones snapping the rubber bands. Time froze for a moment. my body relaxed and my hip settled back to the bed. Then, the cock inside me slid slowly out. When he was about halfway, i felt the other cock pushing against it, against me. i muttered no, no, no but they pushed slow and insistent. They were going inside me, there was no question. i did what i could to relax but felt like i was being ripped open. When both cockheads were inside me, the men shuddered then lay still. i didn't know what to think until they both started moving again. Inch by awful inch, they pushed deeper and deeper into me. painslut took over and whispered into someone's ear "deeper, deeper". i felt the cocks bottom out against me, they were all the way in. Then, my body started moving on its own, sliding up and down, impaling and splitting myself on the huge double shaft that was deep inside. They were talking about me again, pigslut, whore, hole, and i was getting more and more turned on. i pumped harder, harder, yelled for them to snap the rubber bands again. i heard the snap, felt my ass clench and screamed for more, more, more. The men came after just a few minutes, pulled their cocks out of me. i screamed for more, grabbed the nearest man and pulled him down to the bed, begging him to fuck my ass. He stood up and jumped off of the bed. i opened my eyes and saw a dozen men's faces staring at me, laughing, high fiving each other, talking about me in the most vile and depraved ways they could imagine. How could they not? i was less than an animal, just a thing to hurt and fuck. At some time, someone announced that it was one o'clock and Room Three was now open. There was a cheer from everyone in the room and someone helped me to my feet. One of them leaned in close and whispered "I feel sorry for you. Warm up is over." They gathered up their beer bottles and ashtrays and headed into the hallway. David, i have begged you not to make me write about what happened in Room Three. i will because you tell me to. i am telling the readers that i begged you because it pleases you to have me reveal myself to them as a pervert, a pigslut, and a sometimes coward. 3 David's pigslut has to describe the taste of the carpet. Before they took me to Room Three, one more man wanted to fuck me. He pulled out just before he came and shot a huge wad of cum on the carpet. He laughed and told me to clean it up. i started to go down on my knees, but he held up his hand. i watched while he ground the cum into the carpet with the ball of his foot. He smiled and held up his foot. Obediently, i started licking it clean. It was scaly and dirty. He pushed his big toe into my mouth and i gagged. my tongue tasted the jam between his toes and i had to do everything i could not to throw up. David, please, please, next time maybe at least not this? [i have to write this because you told me to. When David read the first draft of this journal, he immediately telephoned the man - Jeff - and had him come to our home. While i prepared dinner naked and stuffed with an ass dildo, he and Jeff played tennis at the courts at the high school. When they came home, my 'penance' was to give his sweaty, smelly body a tongue bath. Every inch of him. i threw up three times. David let me clean it with a sponge and bucket but i had to keep licking Jeff until he and David agreed i was finished. i did his toes three times and his ass crack twice. Jeff, please, if you are reading this, know that i will always be available to you for this service.] When he was satisfied, he pointed at the carpet. i got on my knees and leaned forward, easing my nose to the carpet. It stank of sweat, cigarette, and dampness. i put my tongue out and pressed it flat on the carpet, took a long lick across the surface. i gagged, felt lint and small bits of something gritty on my tongue. He nudged me with his foot and i went down again. i licked again and again, struggling not to vomit, trying to hold my breath. But i couldn't. i took a deep whiff and felt the bile in my throat again. It stayed down and i licked a few more times. Hopefully, i looked up at Jeff but he shook his head and said "the rest". i gave him a puzzled look and he said "suck the rest out". i felt my stomach knot and tears came to my eyes. i pressed my mouth against the carpet and sucked gently. He laughed and yelled at me, spit on it and suck it out, you know, like a carpet steamer. i saw several of the men come back into the room. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw their feet and legs as they gathered closer. The sounds of my sucking on the disgusting fabric of the carpet filled the room. The sickly sweet taste flooded over my tongue and i had to force myself to swallow each little bit. Jeff kept pushing my head back against the carpet telling me to finish the job. Finally, someone from outside the room yelled for him to move it along and he pulled me to my feet. "I guess you're finished" he said. 4 Room Three was a corner room, twice as large as the others with a two story ceiling. It was a beautiful space in which to use me and i want to thank each of you for taking the time to do so. my hungry cunt and depraved and available flesh thank you and want to do it again. All twenty two men were in Room Three when Jeff led me in. Fat, drunk, strong and smelly men who all wanted another chance at me, another chance to fuck my holes and hurt me. pigslut was aroused, hot, ready, body begging for them to take me further, further. The furniture had all been rearranged, there was no sofa, no table, no armchairs, nothing in the room except a single terrifying device in the middle of the room. i recognized it immediately. A simple wooden horse. David, i know you want me to mention here that i have always considered this the most humiliating and disturbing device ever invented. i have been on the wooden horse several times and each time it has taken days to recover. The constant shifting of weight from feet to arms to crotch, the inevitability of exhaustion and pain, the humiliation of being so open and exposed make this the worst experience i can imagine. It is natural to assume you would have subjected me to it at some point. i knew it was no use, but i stepped backward toward the door. Jeff held me and walked me into the room. The men nudged each other, some of them looking at their watches and taking bets. Someone put leather cuffs around my wrists and straps around my thighs, attached them so each hand was secured. One of them stood behind me and pushed something up my ass, i had no idea and no longer cared what it was. He told me to start fucking it and i did. A few of them laughed. Another man wrapped ropes around the base of my titties, tied them tight, then stood in front of me and slapped them hard for several minutes. Tears were streaming down my face and i was fucking up and down hard on whatever object was up my ass. He finally got bored and stopped, but another man replaced him, a twelve-inch wooden ruler in his hand. He smacked my tits top and bottom while i moaned and cried. i heard comments around the room about how i was taking it and not screaming, not begging them to stop. They still didn't know. A painslut does not give up, a painslut craves more. And i was craving more. i pushed down harder and harder on the stiff invader in my ass, felt my orgasm building. The man who was hitting my tits stopped and i screamed at him to come back. Instead, i felt the object pulled from my ass and i stumbled a few steps forward, trying to catch my balance. i turned around and saw one of the men wiping brown matter off of a long handled flashlight. Someone grabbed me and spun me around, held me still. Another man brought a pair of alligator teeth clamps and attached them to my nipples. my cunt was tight and dry, i knew that no matter how much they played with me, no matter what i offered or gave them, the wooden horse waited patiently for me to climb on. The man who had used the bullwhip on me stepped forward and ran his hand over my swollen and purple tits. He scratched his fingernails across the marks he'd made earlier and i cringed. My legs went weak and i dropped to my knees. Hands grabbed me from behind and stood me up, he continued scratching along the marks he'd made on my belly and crotch. The pain flooded over me and my cunt sprang alive, dripping and swollen. i whispered quietly for him to get the bull whip and use it on me again. He laughed and pressed his thumb against my lower lip. Reflexively, i opened my mouth. He spit into it and told me to swallow. The men started laughing and began lining up. They pushed me to my knees, held my head back, mouth open and one by one drizzled globs of saliva into my mouth. i was told not to swallow. After five or six of them, the spit was overflowing, dripping down my cheeks and neck, then down my body. i didn't start crying until i felt it dripping down my legs and pooling around my knees. i heard them moving the cameras around and one of them said he didn't get it all so they started again, holding my mouth open and violating me with their spit. i was shuddering, the humiliation so intense i could feel it. They were not just abusing me, they were broadcasting it to the world. And taping it. The humiliation would happen over and over. When the cameraman said 'enough', they told me to swallow what was in my mouth. i did, gagging again and nearly throwing up. Then, without warning, the hands were on me and i was lifted up and carried to the horse. [i am afraid to break the flow but David has given me permission to insert some background. There are many ways to ride the horse, each is painful and terrible in its own way. Once you are set on the horse, your arms and legs need to be dealt with. Sometimes, the knees are bent and the ankles tied behind the back, often the wrists are tied to the ankles. This gives the rider the option of rising up a bit, trading the pain between her legs for pain through her ankles and knees. This can go on for a long time until the muscles in the legs tire. [Sometimes, the legs are left hanging down. Sometimes, weights are added to the ankles to intensify the effects of gravity. [Sometimes, the arms are tied above the head and secured to the ceiling. Again, the rider can pull herself up to take her weight off of her crotch but eventually her arms will tire. That is the worse part, the knowledge that no matter what one does, it is only temporary relief.] Since my wrists were already secured to my thighs, it was an easy decision how to bind me. They added ankle straps to my outfit and connected them to the D rings at my wrists. That left me with none of the choices i was familiar with, there was nowhere to go to relieve the pressure of the rounded wooden wedge that pressed against my tender flesh. i was already exhausted and knew that i could not last long on the horse. They moved the cameras around, one of them focused on my face, one was closeup between my legs and the other took a full body shot. One of the men brought a wall clock from the other room and set it on the floor in front of me. i heard the others start taking, bills were changing hands, they were betting how long i could endure the ride. But, what was the option? i was scared, didn't know if David was even in the room. When they said 'how long?' i had to wonder 'how long until what?' The men were yelling out numbers, some cheering me on to last, others describing how much it must hurt and that i should beg them to stop. i tried to ignore the feeling, tried to focus on something in the room but their voices always distracted me. i couldn't focus on anything except my aching bottom. i shifted slightly from left to right but it cause more pain than relief and i moaned. i leaned forward slightly, then back, but it made no difference. Any movement only brought more pain. i closed my eyes and started breathing deeper, trying to shift into a different space, but someone pinched the clamp off of my left nipple and pain exploded through my head. i jerked to the lift, felt the effect between my legs and struggled to get back my balance. The clock crept slowly forward. It was only six minutes before i was ready to give up. i was in so much pain i couldn't think, couldn't even guess how to beg them to let me go. Then, i heard someone's voice talking about the bull whip, he wanted to use the bull whip on me while i rode the horse. i felt my cunt twitch and my nipples stiffen, the thought excited me. i had to stay perfectly still, if they had the slightest idea i wanted it they would have done it. David, i am sorry, i could not bring it on myself, i could not, i will next time if you like. i am shuddering now and want to cum but must keep writing. i heard myself begging from somewhere far off. i was drifting in the room, looking at my body on the horse, titties still tied and swollen, breath shallow, body trembling. Some of the men were picking up money they'd won because i'd lasted so long, others were making new bets. i was a complete toy to them, an object to amuse them. i repeated over and over that i wanted off, that i couldn't last any longer but nobody listened to me. i looked around for you, David, but didn't see you. i leaned forward involuntarily, gasped loudly as the pain shot through me, jerked back erect. Someone pulled the other clamp from my right nipple and i screamed again. i watched dizzily as more money changed hands. Men were drinking cold beers, smoking, taking pictures. i felt my body jerk backward, then back to center again. Then, i heard you, David, command them to take me off. i closed my eyes and moaned as they lifted me up and carried me into the other room. i felt hard wood against my back, felt my hands pulled over my head, the leather cuffs removed and metal clamps put in their place. Someone spread my legs and i felt cool metal clamping my ankles to the wooden platform. The straps on my thighs stayed. my cunt was dry again but the pain between my legs was receding. i felt hands on my head, holding it still. Someone pulled my eyelid up and i saw you, David. You were leaning forward, motioned to one of the men to hold my eye open. i recognized them right away, David, the blackened contact lenses you'd had me fitted for months ago. When they were both in place, the world went black for me. i heard clanking sounds and felt the wooden platform rise upward from the floor. Then, it tilted and i was at a forty-five degree angle, head down. Something pushed at my lips and i opened my mouth. Someone on his knees was fucking my face, balls slapping against my forehead. He pushed his cock deep and held it there, gagging me. i felt a thumb pushed against my perineum and i gasped, tightening my throat around his cock. i heard a few approving voices and that became the game for the next six men. The would push their cocks as deep as they could into my throat then press my tender muscle, enjoying the constriction of my throat. Press, release, press, release, over and over until they unloaded into my belly. They'd pull themselves out, cum drizzling up my nostrils and over my eyelids, onto my forehead. When the last man finished, they slammed the table upright. my bones shook from the quick jerking motion. They spun the table around, i was vertical now, head high. It was frightening, not knowing who was where, what they were planning. Then, i heard familiar voices and knew that the bullwhip was coming out again. And they were taking bets. Someone explained it to me, a whimper paid odds, a scream paid better odds but complete silence was a win for me. They didn't tell me what i would win but it didn't matter. They had no obligation to give me anything anyway. Hands ran over my body, someone untied the ropes from around my breasts. Pain shot through them as the circulation started again. It was quit for a minute. The first stroke came across my belly, just below my navel. It was clumsy and didn't hurt. They laughed at the man, teasing him, you pussy! i felt his fingers twist and pull my nipple but it hardly mattered after everything else. The second stroke was intense and i screamed. This man had practiced. He slashed across the top of both breasts, i was sure he'd whipped them off. There was talking, laughing, money changed hands. Someone kissed me and whispered thanks. i felt a finger slid up into my cunt. Did he shove money inside me? It went on that way for a long time, money changing hands, my body weaker and weaker. Finally the room went quiet. i listened intently but there was no sound, it was like they'd all left. But they couldn't have, i would have heard. David, what was next was exquisite. i felt a tongue slide between my cunt lips and lick my clit and nearly exploded. i bucked my hips hard, but the tongue went away. Something slid up inside me, filling my cunt. Then, it started growing. Something hand pumped, inflatable. The tongue came back and i felt my cunt swelling again. Then, the inflatable grew. And grew. My cunt was stretched, it felt like it was the size of a beach ball. But the tongue kept coming back, one lick at a time. The agony between licks was incredible. When i started to cum, there was another explosion of pain across my belly. A flogger, two dozen tails biting hard into my flesh. i came and came, the painslut going insane. Finally, they pulled the fully inflated balloon out of my cunt. i collapsed against the board. The rest of the night was mostly fucking again, one, two, three at a time. No wig, no costume, no whips and ropes. i passed out several times, mostly from simple exhaustion. It had been a long week.
A BAD DAY CONTINUES (Part 3) AUtHOR'S NOTE: based on the ratings, part 2 was a little disappointing. It was a transitional chapter, not a lot happened. I hope that this one more than makes up for it. Dinner and two glasses of wine did little to calm Peter down. The steak was overcooked and the dessert skimpy. The waitress was a bitch and on top of it all, there was a ticket underneath his wiper when he got back to the car. Lauren said little during or after the meal. She'd watched him change gradually over the last two hours from bored but calm to agitated and angry. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss before they got into the car. His hands traveled up and down her body, she felt his cock stiffen against her leg, his tongue moving fast and deep insider her mouth. She pulled him into the back seat and fucked him in the parking lot. He unloaded quickly and she came. But, she could see from his face that the fuck was more instinct than interest. His mind was already back at home, back at work on Ruiz. Lauren didn't mind -- hell, she was the one who brought Ruiz into the equation -- but it didn't thrill her either. Every time she let the two of them go at it, Peter descended another few steps toward becoming a complete animal. He'd already done everything he'd ever wanted to with Lauren but Ruiz kept pushing him to come up with more. More extreme ways to use her body. More ways to make her prove she was his slave. Peter never shrank from the challenge and Lauren always stood by to make sure he didn't lose it completely. "Call Sam," Peter said as he drove along the freeway toward home. "Peter, you know the shape she's in. She could barely walk when we left." "Call Sam," he repeated, flicking on the radio. Lauren's fingers trembled as she scrolled through the Contacts list for Sam's number. Sam owned a string of houses, offices, and warehouses and was plugged into everyone in town on both sides of the track and on both sides of the law. He would have scared her except that -- for some reason -- Peter scared Sam. She didn't know their history but she knew that Sam was always deferential to Peter no matter what they were talking about. "Tell him i want the warehouse by the river. And a dozen grunts. Nobody he's trying to impress." He punched the buttons until he found an old Ted Nugent rock and roll tune. He turned it up loud. Lauren made the arrangements and put the phone back in her purse. --- Ruiz looked every inch the high-class hooker when Lauren finished with her. Her arms were heavily powdered where the whip had torn her flesh and Peter hadn't left any marks on her face. Everything else was covered by the tight-fitting burgundy evening dress. Underneath, Lauren had chosen a tight corset, matching burgundy thong, and a no-cup, push-up bra. Lauren had let her shower and eat, she'd slept the entire time they were gone. Ruiz had learned that -- catch sleep at any and every opportunity. Peter was completely ruthless about sleep deprivation -- he wanted her when he wanted her, day or night, and as long as he wanted her. She ate a little, all high-protein to help her recovery, then had a shot of scotch to steady herself for what she knew was coming. When Lauren told Ruiz she'd called Sam, Ruiz was visibly excited. It meant a deserted warehouse in the middle of nowhere and industrial-strength abuse. Her head was swimming with the possibilities. Lauren shook her head and Ruiz just said, "I know. It's just the way I am." She reached across the table and took Lauren's hand. "I'm so glad you found me." Lauren nodded. She didn't understand but she didn't need to. It was working. "Where's Peter?" Lauren asked as one of Sam's men slid the big door shut and locked it. "Peter is out," Sam said. Lauren stared at him. She disliked him intensely, he was slimy and completely self-involved. Peter could be helping Ruiz get her Ph.D. or selling her to the Arabs and Sam wouldn't care. He just did what Peter told him to do and took his cut of the action. "Ruiz?" Sam asked, stepping toward her. She nodded. Sam motioned and one of the men grabbed Ruiz's hair and pulled her head backward. Sam slapped her back and forth hard, over and over until her lip split and a trickle of blood ran down her chin. He leaned forward and licked it, then spit it out, spraying it across her face. Ruiz stood perfectly still through it all. "Yeah. He said you would take it," Sam said. "Let her go," he told the other man. He walked away and stood in a group with the others. Ruiz stood there for another ten minutes, the men sipping beer and whiskey and staring at her. "You want to fuck her ass while I fuck her cunt?" "Why don't we both fuck her ass? You in front and me behind?" "Fuck that, I want to see her on the pole again." "Yeah, the pole." "He's gonna pull her nipples off this time." "He almost did last time." "She can take it. Look at that body. She's built for pain." It went on and on, Lauren feeling sick, Ruiz feeling her cunt swell and nipples stiffen. Peter pulled up and parked his car against the far wall. He was carrying a bag from the local sporting goods store. He handed it to one of Sam's guys and went directly to Ruiz. "You want pain? You fucking bitch pig, you want pain?" He grabbed her hair and twisted her backward. She lost her balance and pitched sideways, legs sliding underneath her. Peter dragged her across the floor, pushed her face first against the brick wall. It was rough and unfinished with a surface like a bad driveway. He unzipped the dress and ripped it off her, pushing her face and chest hard against the cold stone. "Arms out, bitch," he growled. She walked her hands up the wall until she was pressed in an X shape against the bricks. He dropped his pants and started fucking her hard. She didn't even know which hole he was in until he slid from her cunt into her ass and she screamed. She felt her stiff nipples scraping the stone, her belly and cheek doing the same. He was grinding her into it, she felt her skin bring ripped and shredded. When he came, she collapsed backward, barely keeping herself from falling. "Come on," Peter said to the crowd. "Against the wall, cunt." They took turns fucking her, turning her and pressing hard. By the time the last man finished with her, every inch of her skin was scraped raw. Her nipples and chin were bleeding and the rest of her body was bright, bright red. Peter lost no time, he dragged her by the hair again to a spot with a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. He quickly wrapped two around each of her ankles and the men pulled her upside down into the air. When her face was waist-high, the tied off the chains and started fucking her again, deep up her throat this time. Peter produced four mittens each with the palm side covered with rough sandpaper. He handed them out to four of the men and they went to work, scraping hard against her already-raw flesh. Ruiz screamed and squirmed, though her screams were cut off by the constant stream of cockmeat pushed up into her throat. Her arms weren't tied and they flailed in the air, her body unable to control itself. Peter opened her with his fingers and spit down into her holes. He motioned to Lauren and she went into the office, came back with a small case. Peter opened it and took two metal dildoes out. They were silvery and long, a full two inches in diameter and ten inches long. He pushed them into Ruiz, shoving them deeper until the one in her ass almost disappeared inside her. He pressed buttons on the base of each and Ruiz's body jerked as the dildoes delivered electric shocks to her insides. He stepped back and lifted his arm, held his hand just in front of her clit, flicked his finger hard, landing dead center on the stiff little bundle of nerves. She screamed around the cock in her throat then thrashed as she came hard. When the man in her mouth started the cum, she grabbed the backs of his legs and pushed him deep into her, swallowing as much as she could between orgasms. when he pulled out, she gasped for breath, she hadn't even realized she'd been holding it all that time. When the dozen were finished with her throat, Peter took out the shockers and let her hand, swinging slowly back and forth while they talked about her. Peter wanted to whip her again but one of the men had other ideas. John convinced Peter to let him take over for a while. John attached a rod between Ruiz's ankles, holding them three feet apart. Then, he chained her wrists to support rings in the floor. The chain was slack and she was puzzled but compliant. He walked behind her and she felt something metallic against her cunt lips, just at the back near her ass. He did some adjusting and she realized it was a clamp. It bit hard into her flesh and she thought the teeth must be metal. And sharp. He attached another than another, until there was a series of six along each lip. Then, three across each nipple, one centered then one on each side. They hurt but she could take it. John wasn't finished. He had some of the men pull the chains upward again, pulling her legs toward the ceiling, slow click by slow click. She felt herself stretched now, the chains between her wrists and the floor no longer slack but tight and getting tighter. Still they didn't stop. She felt her knees, her hips, her shoulders and her elbows stretched until she thought the joints would pop. Then it stopped. She hung there in pain, her body quivering and sweating. She felt John's hand again touching one of the clamps between her legs. He was hooking a wire to it. She heard a whirring sound and felt a pull. She let out a defeated moan, she knew what he was doing and it was going to hurt like hell. For one of the very few times in her life, she started muttering, "no, please stop...please stop..." John crouched and looked into her face. It was covered with cum, her makeup was running in both directions from her crying and she was blowing snot bubbles from her nose. He slapped her again, back and forth, then harder until they were small punches. She felt her lips open, swollen and bleeding, and her nose made a small cracking noise. Blood replaced the snot, running up into her eyes and hair. "Ask me to continue," he sneered. Ruiz was silent and John reached forward, pinches her bloody lips hard between his fingers, twisted them in a full circle. She shook but her body couldn't move and she cried again. "Beg me to go on." Ruiz started begging then, all sense of reality lost. "Please, please hurt me, please use me, please do whatever you want, just please, please, use me..." John went back to work in earnest then, attaching each of the clamps to a different wire, pulling them as tight as they could. She was a spiderweb of pain, a total of twenty clamps and wires ripping her body in different directions. She had to stay completely immobile not to rip off a nipple or part of her pussy. "I'm just getting started," John said. Peter's eyes got wide and he nodded, excited and anxious. "Now, we fuck her." The men lined up again and pushed their cocks deep into her throat, holding her face still because her body was spasming now from the pain, twitching and jerking from side to side. The third man to fuck her face pinched her nose tight and kept his cock buried in her throat until she passed out. John let her sway there for two or three minutes, then picked up a 1/4 inch bamboo cane. He laid it lightly across her bottom and turned to the crowd. There were more "no" than "yes" votes, so he brought it around and laid it across her titties. Again, the "no"s had it. He made several more suggestions until one of them stuck -- he would bring the cane down directly between her legs, hitting the exposed pink patch between her wide-stretched cunt lips. Lauren sprang to her feet and begged them not to, it would be too much even for Ruiz. Peter told the group it was up to them that Lauren might be right. They pretended to consider it but it was a foregone conclusion. John raised the cane and swished it in the air a few times. Then, he walked around behind Ruiz and brought it down hard exactly down the middle of her open cunt. She screamed, jerked in her bonds and screamed again as the wires pulled and ripped at her. John ran the cane up and down the insides of both thighs, then stopped to let her rest. When her trembling and crying slowed down, he came back at her again, even harder this time, the blows landing over and over between her splayed pussy lips. Her body jerked and the clamps on her nipples started ripping off one by one. A few drops of blood flew into the air as the left center clamp flew into the air but she was free now, her titties swaying from side to side as John flogged her open snatch. When she passed out this time, they lowered her to the floor. John thanked Peter and undid the clamps still hanging along her cunt lips. --- Tony was standing over her when she finally came to. He was holding two syringes, metal cylinders with four inch needles and a round-ring plunger. She'd seen them in movies but never up close. Tony didn't waste any time. As soon as he saw her eyes open, he told her to put out her hands. She did. "Take these." Trembling from both fear and exhaustion, she accepted the syringes. "Bee venom. Very hot once it's underneath the skin. Very very painful." She nodded, terrified but excited. The others gathered around, curious if not turned on. "Straight into your nipples." Ruiz froze, she'd never done anything like this before. Tony nodded and two men came forward, each grabbed one of her hands and quickly turned them, showing the tip and an inch or so of the needles straight into each nipple. She gave a sick grunt and then shuddered and cried. "Push them the rest of the way or they will," Tony said. Ruiz pushed the needles straight into her tits, her eyes closed tight. "Now the plungers." She pushed the plungers down quickly, getting it over with. In just a few seconds, the burning started. It was horrible, her tits were on fire from the inside. The bee venom spread quickly and everything from the nipple to the base was burning, hot coals inside her own body. "She'll be like that for a while," Tony said. "I'm finished." --- "Fuck you pansies," Peter grunted. "I"m sick of all of you." He got up and grabbed Ruiz hair again, dragging her back to the wall. He threw her against it. "Don't you fucking move." Peter watched her squirm as the fire in her titties burned, her body well past the point of exhaustion. She'd been beaten, fucked, and abused almost steadily for six hours before her nap and another three after. He didn't understand how she was still standing. "Arms out." She did her best. He wasn't satisfied and jerked each wrist up another two feet while she screamed. "Don't move." He opened a box of surgical needles, stainless steel needles just over an inch long, the kind used for syringes. They were sterile and sharp but would hurt like hell. Especially after he got ten or twenty into her. He started by scraping the tip of one across her nipple. She trembled and pressed her body tighter to the wall. Then, he pushed it in. She'd been pinned before but this time the venom made it unbearable. She screamed and it echoed through the empty warehouse. her screams died down after about eight and by the time he had twenty in her, she was silent and grinding her hips. He got a length of two by four and propped it up between her legs at an angle from the floor. The wood was rough and splintered but she started h umping it, moaning and panting like an animal. She came and kept humping, grinding harder as he pushed another needle into her. Her cunt was bring scraped raw by the edges of the wood, trickles of blood running down along the lips but she kept grinding. When he had twenty in each titty, he stopped. She tried to get herself to a calm place, establish some kind of equilibrium but he was watching. As soon as her breathing slowed down and he knew she was adjusting, he raised both hands then brought them down hard on top of her titties. The needles exploded in pain and she passed out.
Chapter 2 Posting the first chapter of this adventure was a real eye-opener for me. When I started posting pictures of Suzi on the slut-wife site last year, I expected that I'd get email and maybe a few offers from men who wanted to meet up with us. I was right and we've made six trips since last November. Four across the country (New York, California, and Las Vegas twice) and two to Europe (Germany both times). And that's not counting all the locals who've driven up to Chicago to have get a piece of my wife. When that story hit the Internet, though, it was a whole new ball game. Questions stated coming in ten and twenty a day, sometimes more. It's a real turn on for me, let me tell you. I have her read the emails to me while I stroke my cock, watching her face as she wonders which ones I'll reply to and which ones I'll ignore. Honestly, I don't plan to ignore any of you, you'll all hear back from me eventually. It's just that there isn't enough time and money for us to meet up with every one of you. So, I'm keeping track of the most interesting offers. Especially the ones who are willing to foot the bill for travel. Mostly weekend travel. I'm not rich and I only get four weeks of vacation a year. Let me get you up to date on Suzi. I wrote chapter one about a month ago (late May). Since then, we've kept a pretty normal schedule: we both work Monday thru Friday then we spend the weekend playing. Most week nights, we have a couple of the neighbors over. It's our way of keeping the peace. It all started at a poker game back in November. We were on the fourth or fifth round of beers and a couple of the guys started talking about their wives. Randy joked that his wife Stephanie asked about the cars she saw parked outside our house every night. I made some lame joke and laughed it off. I wanted to see how far they would go. A few hands later, Ed made a crack about how Suzi didn't seem to want to hang out with other wives. "Keeping her for yourself, eh, Tony?" he asked me, then took a drink from his Bud. "No, Ed, actually it's just the opposite," I said. The other guys got quiet. Ed put down the drink and stared at me. "How's that?" "I said, I'm not keeping her to myself," I said calmly. I took a sip of my scotch. "I share her." "What the hell does that mean?" Randy growled. "You know, share. Like when I let you use my snow blower last winter." Randy chuckled nervously. I looked directly at him. "You like her? You know, my wife?" He didn't say anything. "I mean, you know, her tits and ass?" Randy stammered and I could swear he bushed a little. "I mean, would you like to fuck my wife?" I paused for just a second. "Up the ass?" The men all sat frozen, staring at either me or their drinks or the floor. Calmly, I reached into my jacket pocket and took out an envelope. I looked from Ed to Randy to Joey, watching their eyes as I opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of photographs. I spread them across the green felt card table. Suzi in lace bra and panties. Suzi in leather hotpants and nothing else. Suzi naked, tanned and oiled up. Suzi on her knees, ass high and pointed at the camera, her hands spreading her cheeks. Suzi on her knees between two men, smiling and holding their cocks in her hands, her face sprayed with their cum. "Uh...Tony...uh..." Ed stammered. Randy was the first to get his composure. "You're not just showing off, are you?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Nope. Not at all. Open invitation gentlemen. One at a time or all at once. You let me know." They started breathing again, fingering the photographs, turning them, poring over them. "So, we playing poker here or what?" That was the beginning of the weekly rotation. We made an evening of it. My wife would dress up and cook dinner for me and whoever's turn it was to fuck her that night. She'd serve us silently, then clean the table and head dutifully to the bedroom. On Monday night, she tag-teamed Ed and Joey. They were both single and young and took turns fucking her ass for hours and hours. Sometimes, they'd start while she was still doing the dinner dishes and not finish until the middle of the Late show. Tuesday mornings were hard for her, she was exhausted and sore but, being an obedient wife, she knew her duties. Breakfast was always at seven and she was always scrubbed, made up, and in her simple, accessible uniform by then. Tuesday night was usually Ronny and Rick with their corsets, posture collar and whatever other gear they saw online and bought to try out on my wife. Rick had graduated from the blowjobs he was paying for before and now paid an extra ten dollars a pop to shoot his load into my wife's ass. Ronny, as always, seemed like he could stay hard forever. By the time Suzi woke up on Wednesday mornings, she was walking bowlegged and still dripping. Sometimes I got up early just to follow her around and watch her stagger through the house, hand against the wall to keep her balance. Ronny's cock wrecked her and we all knew it. I would have let him fuck her for free if he'd asked, but he always threw his fifty dollars on the table when he came by and who was I to complain? Wednesday and Thursday nights were up for grabs, whichever of the neighbors wanted her could have her for free. Like I said, it was a way to keep the peace. The last thing I wanted was judgmental neighbors making trouble for us. If nobody signed up to fuck her, I'd hit one of the guys who responded to the websites or the story and pick up a little cash that way. Her life was a non-stop marathon of ass-fucking. She never complained, mainly because she loved it too. --- A few weekends ago was a special treat for my little slut wife. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I wanted to spend it in the park reading. I put on a simple pair of khaki's and a light shirt, my wife wore a sinfully-short sundress with nothing underneath and sandals. The sandals had straps that laced up the leg and above the knee. They looked either incredibly sexy or ridiculous depending on your taste. She and I thought they made her look ridiculous, which was perfect. She stared out the day already terribly self-conscious and embarrassed. I sat on a bench and made her kneel on the ground beside me, ass on her heels, hands on her knees. I read for a while, looking up every now and then to smile at a person or a couple who walked by. Once or twice, I stroked her head while someone stared, puzzled and curious. She knew what they were thinking and so did I. She flushed red. I knew the embarrassment made her pussy wet. I ran my hand over her chest, felt her stiff nipples and smiled. I wanted to touch her, feel her wetness, make her cum right there in the park, but I had to be patient. Time for that later. At one point, I saw her move her head just slightly. I looked around and saw what had caught her eye. Four college-aged kids were paying lawn frisbee. All four were shirtless and wearing white shorts, their bodies tanned and sweaty, muscles rippling under smooth skin. She tried not to let on but it was too late. I'd seen her interest. I stood up. "Hey!" The one nearest me looked over. He held up his hand to his friends and they waved back, throwing the disc among the three of them now. "Yeah, hi," he said, walking closer. I eyed him up. About 6'1, very athletic with short hair and classic good looks. I held out my hand. "Tony." "Dominick, nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand with a strong, firm grip. Still shaking, I tilted my head toward Suzi. "My wife wants to fuck you," I said. Dominick stopped, his hand still firmly gripping mine but his arm frozen in place. "I'm sorry, what?" he asked, a little dazed. I motioned to Suzi. "She's been watching you play and it seems to have turned her on. Isn't that right dear?" She stood up and walked over to us. Her face was flushed but her eyes were eager. I let go of Dominick's hand and ran a finger quickly over his belly. It came away dripping with his sweat. I held it up and Suzi leaned forward, her eyes locked on his, and sucked my finger clean. "F..uuuuck," he muttered. "You interested?" I asked. "Uh, hell yeah," he said. A big grin broke across his face. "I'll go get my clothes." "No," I said. I looked around. There was a public bathroom up the hill, behind a grove of trees. I nodded toward it. "Take her up there." He stared at me with disbelief. "Have her do anything you want, but if you fuck her, you have to fuck her up the ass. Is that all right?" He nodded without speaking. I looked at my watch. "You've got fifteen minutes." Dominick took my wife's hand and led her up toward the building. It was a typical park bathroom - concrete with three stalls and four urinals. I stood guard at the door while he took her inside. "Stay where I can see you," I said. Dominick stood there for a second looking at her. "Go ahead. Anything you want. The rougher the better." Dominick smiled, then grabbed my wife by the hair and pulled hard. "You're going to clean my shithole, then I'm going to fuck your ass until you can't walk." He pushed her to her knees and turned around, slid his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, then grabbed her hair and ground her face between his ass cheeks. "Get to work, bitch," he growled. I watched as my wife brought her hands up and opened his ass cheeks then started licking all the way from his balls to the small of his back and back again. When he was soaking wet, she opened him wider and started lightly rimming his asshole with the tip of her tongue. His cock got stiff and he moaned. She reached up with one hand and started stroking him. He ground his ass back into her face. I could hear her slurping and gasping for breath. Then, I saw her pull her head back slightly. I knew what she was going to do. His moan told me I was right. One of my wife's skills was the ability to make her tongue thin and pointed and push it well over three inches up into his asshole. She was fucking him up the ass with her tongue, the slow, wet noises echoing off the tile walls of the bathroom. Dominick was squatting, opening wider now, fucking backward against my wife's tongue. After about five minutes, he turned around and shoved his cock deep into her mouth. She slurped and sucked until he was soaking wet and stiff. "Get on your knees, bitch," he said finally. My wife turned around and knelt on the floor, instinctively pulling her dress up around her waist. Dominick roughly shoved his cock deep into her ass with one stroke, listening to her moan, then started pile-driving in and out, hard and fast. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard. "Come on, bitch, you fucking pig, come on, whore, squeeze my cock with your ass," he kept talking as he fucked her harder and faster. I saw her cum once then again, her ass clenching on his cock, the smile on his face bigger and bigger each time she moaned. I watched his face and saw his eyes starting to drift off and knew he was about to cum. He jerked his cock out of her ass and spun her around, shoved it deep into her mouth and shot his load into her throat, some gushing out her mouth, some bubbling out her nose but most of it going straight into her belly. When his body stopped spasming, she pulled his cock out and started licking it, cleaning her ass off of his cock, his balls, and his pubes. She savored the taste and begged him to do it again. He smiled and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He turned her around and plunged even deeper into her ass than before. She moaned and pressed her face to the cool tiles while he reamed her, opening her wider than ever before, fucking her deeper than she could remember. When he felt close again, he told her and she spun around herself this time, eager to clean her ass off his cock, eager to feel his cum in her mouth and on her tongue and down her throat. I saw movement outside the bathroom and motioned for them to finish up. Suzi slurped eagerly between his legs, cleaning every last bit of herself off of him, then got up and stumbled toward the door. She could barely walk, his cock her pounded her so deep and hard she had to walk with her feet wide apart so she wouldn't lose her balance. "I hope we'll see you again, Dominick," I said, handing him a card. "Call anytime. Twenty five dollars and you can do that any time you want to." I smiled and patted his back, sweaty and flushed. "Tell your friends." --- I mentioned last time that Suzi kept a day job but I didn't really talk about it. She's had four different jobs since March. She doesn't last long at them. I doubt she ever will. In fact, I'm positive. Figuring out humiliating ways to get her fired is some of the most fun I've had with her. Her last job was fast food. She'd show up a few minutes before ten o'clock, her uniform freshly washed and pressed, face made up and all smiles. She busted her ass till noon, took a mandatory ten minute break, then dazzled everyone with how easily she handled the lunch rush. She worked quickly and efficiently, was always pleasant to the customers and her co-workers loved her. At exactly two-thirty, she would punch out, say goodbye to everyone, then head home to start on my dinner. She always showered and scrubbed before I came home, to make sure she didn't smell like french fry grease and onions. I didn't start in on her for two full weeks. The store manager kept offering her more hours, asked her if she would help train the new kids, put her up for Employee of the Month. She was pleasant and agreeable but said that the hours weren't negotiable. She had obligations at home. They understood and said that the door was always open. When her third Monday rolled around, I figured it was time for her to start her descent. Sunday night in bed, I explained my plan to her. She was so eager to get started she stayed up all night, just so she would be a little dull and clearly exhausted. In the morning, I went into the basement and got her uniform. On Friday night, I'd wrapped it tightly between two towels and several pair of her dirty panties. I left it behind the water heater, letting the smells saturate the fabric. When I unrolled the towels my eyes watered, the whole room smelled of cunt. I brought the outfit upstairs and she put it on, her hands trembling. She gagged from the stench but knew not to complain. I had her put on her makeup extra-heavy and a pair of her three inch spike heels completed the costume. I wrapped her in a smelly blanket from the garage and headed off to work, leaving her two more hours to ripen before her shift started. I plugged in her big Hitachi vibrator for her and told her to fuck herself non-stop until she left at nine-thirty. I wish I could have been there at ten when she walked in but I couldn't get away. I solicited some help from Dominick though. He and three of his friends went by after the lunch rush and reported back to me. She was at the counter but everyone stared. Nobody who worked there talked to her and by the time I got home that night, she was visibly agitated. "Well?" I asked, taking a cold beer from the fridge. She didn't say anything, just kept stirring the pot. "I was right wasn't I? Nobody said anything. They just stared and whispered." She nodded, her face red, her eyes watering. The doorbell rang. Suzi put the wooden spoon on a small plate and went to answer it. I listened while Ed and Joey came in and started right in on her. "How's the hole?" "Did it have a busy weekend? I hope it's not all stretched out like last week." "Yeah, you should do some ass exercises when you know you're going to have company after a busy weekend." "Drippy tonight? You know, lots of cum running down your legs?" They kept it up while they followed her into the kitchen. I gave them a nod. She went back to the stove, took the lid off the pot and stirred the sauce. I took another drink, watched her for a few minutes. Ed and Joey poured themselves glasses of ice water from the fridge. "So, Suzi, did Dominick come by?" She nodded. "Did he fuck you?" She shook her head. "Maybe he's shy. Tomorrow when he comes by, ask him if he wants to fuck you. Ask him if him and his friends want to fuck you." She nodded, still stirring. When dinner time came, Ed and Joey heaped the pasta on their plates and had Suzi make sure their wine glasses were always full. When she wasn't serving, they had her stand leaning against the wall, face forward, legs open wide. They'd pelt her with pieces of breadstick or croutons, watching them bounce off her ass and thighs. Each time they needed more wine, she poured it, then they had her kneel and eat the bits of food off the floor while they laughed and teased her. After dinner, they went right to work on her ass. They were excited, had been talking for two weeks about how they both wanted to fuck her ass at the same time and tonight was the night. Ed started out, flat on his back while she sucked him slick, then slid his cock deep into her ass. Then, she sucked Joey. His cock was thinner and longer, it made sense for him to go in second. She sucked him a long time, riding Ed slowly, hoping he'd cum and she could buy time for another week. She worked his balls with her fingers, rimmed Joey's cockhead, hoping he'd unload in her mouth. After about ten minutes, Joey grabbed her hair and pulled his cock out of her mouth. "We know what you're up to, whore." He slapped her face hard, leaned closer and smiled. "You were gonna make me cum in your mouth, weren't you?" He pulled her hair harder, her eyes watered. "How about Eddie? You squeezing his cock with your asshole? Hmmm? You're a good little ass fucker, aren't you? A real pro. All ass all the time." He saw her eyes glaze, this was turning her on. "You really are a sick fucking bitch," he sneered, still holding her hair tight but now moving around behind her on the bed. "Open up," he said. She opened her knees further, tried to relax her ass as he pressed his cock against Ed's then against her asshole. I heard her start to moan "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." as Joey rubbed his cockhead between her ass cheeks. He froze in position, reached a hand between his legs, and gave a push. My wife screamed and shook her head wildly, "no, stop! Please!" Joey moved his hips slowly and she twisted and threw her head harder, "No, I can't, no, pleas...ARRRRRRHHHHHH!" Her muscle must have relaxed because I watched Joey slide his cock all the way to the base in one long stroke. He moaned loud, then leaned forward toward Ed. "Ready?" My wife shook her head, trembling, crying now, and I watched her body go tense and frozen as the two men's asses rocked, they pulled their cocks halfway out of her tight ass, then plunged in hard and deep. She went crazy then and fucked them back as hard as they were fucking her. I saw her body go stiff, then limp, then stiff again as she ground her cunt against Ed's crotch, trying to find an orgasm for herself. She started humping fast and hard now, muttering something I couldn't make out that turned into "harder, you fucks, assholes, harder, come on, fuck me, fuck..AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR" as she came and clenched then came again. They fucked her like that for twenty minutes, both cocks pushing in and out in rhythm, my wife's voice a constant moan of pleasure and pain, until Ed said he couldn't hold it anymore and the two of them shot their wads into my wife's asshole. When they were done, Joey collapsed on the bed beside Ed and Suzi immediately went to work, her head bobbing up and down between their legs, licking and sucking and slurping, cleaning them thoroughly, their cocks and balls, their bellies and thighs, her tongue working non-stop over their flesh and hairy crotches. I watched her as she moved, her asshole gaping, her hand between her legs rubbing herself, trying to cum again. As soon as she finished cleaning both of them, she started in begging them to do it again. Both of them, deeper, harder, faster. She licked and sucked at their cocks until they were both stiff and this time, she guided them both in with her hand, doing all the work this time while they lay there smiling and watching my wife sliding her wet ass up and down on their twin shafts. She came over and over, grunting and moaning like an animal. --- The next day, I took twenty dollars each from Dominick and his three friends and followed them to the restaurant where my wife was working the lunch shift. I hung back, close enough to hear what was going on but far enough not to be part of it. There was a long line of people ordering and waiting and my wife was doing her best. The looks on their faces when they saw her and smelled her were devastating. I hadn't let her sleep for the second night in a row and didn't let her wash up after fucking Ed and Joey. On top of that, her clothes had aged another day. She looked and smelled like a walking crotch. While I was there, several people cancelled their orders, some changed lines so someone else could wait on them, one man looked like he was going to throw up. I watched my wife's face through all of this. When I arrived, eleven-thirty, she was still trying her best to keep up a smile and a light attitude. But by eleven-forty five she looked haggard and tired and was moving slowly. Just before break time came at noon, Dominick and his friends came in. She asked them what they wanted to order but Dominick just stood there staring. "Isn't there something else you want to ask me?" he said, standing with his arms crossed and an intense look on his face. My wife was silent. He leaned forward and asked again, louder. "Mrs. M---, isn't here something you want to ask me?" Suzi looked nervous now. The shift manager came up behind her, made a foul face, and asked "Is everything all right?" Suzi stammered quickly, "yes, yes, sir." "Well?" Dominick asked. The manager gave him a strange look, then looked back at my wife. He shook his head. "You can play games on your own time, Susan." She started to say something but looked my way and pressed her lips shut. "Why don't you take your break now?" the manager said. It wasn't a question. Suzi staggered out from behind the counter and went to Dominick's little group. They surrounded her and started walking toward the back hallway where the bathrooms and storage rooms were. I got up and followed, watching the manager. His eyes were following them too. The five of them went into a supply room at the end of the hall and I went back to the manager. "What's with her?" I asked, sucking the straw in my drink. "I'm sorry, what?" the manager asked, professional all the way. "She asked me yesterday if I wanted to go back into the stock room with her." I watched his face, a mixture of confusion and anger. "What are you running here?" That was enough. I knew it would be, could tell by his attitude and the way he stood. He motioned for one of the others to watch the register then stormed through the restaurant and down the hall into the stock room where he found my wife on her knees, uniform bunched up around her waist, with one cock up her ass and another in her mouth. She looked up at him with panic but he didn't say anything. He just stood there and let Dominick and his friend finish fucking her, the shame and humiliation washing over her in waves. When they were finished, she stood up and pulled up her pants, pulled down and smoothed her uniform top. "It looks like there are two more of them," the manager said. "You're not going to ignore the other two, are you?" She started sobbing, her face flushed red. "It looks like you like it up the ass, is that right?" he sneered. "I've heard about ass whores like you. And you come in here stinking the place up, probably having a good laugh at the rest of us, just trying to keep down a decent job. How much are they paying you to fuck you up the ass, you whore?" He was angry now, his face contorted and red, his voice loud. "Come on, fuck them! Go on!" He stormed closer, looming over her. "In fact, here, let's make it nicer." He started tearing at her clothes, pulled off her bra and panties, pushed her to the floor, straddled her backward and pulled her ass cheeks open. "Come on, either one of you, let's go, look at that tight little pink puckered thing there, wouldn't you like to shove your cock up there?" My wife's face was buried in her clothes, she was sobbing out loud, her body shaking, while another of the men knelt behind her and rammed his cock deep into her ass. When he was done, the manager got up and pushed her over with his toe. She rolled onto her back, her legs falling open automatically. He was undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, then he was on her, tilting her hips so his cock went deep into her ass while he fucked her face to face, swearing at her the whole time and spitting in her face until he finally came then got off of her, shook the residual drops of cum onto her face and told us to be out of there in ten minutes of he'd call the police.
WARNING: this story contains pain and bestiality which are not everyone's thing. It also contains very harsh treatment of a pain slut, so read at your own risk. If you don't like that kind of thing, please don't read it then post "wow, this is sick!" I'm warning you in advance. ================================================================= NOTE: Due to too many storylines going on at the same time, I am going to split the "daisy" story off from the "punana" story. Here's the map: Daisy modified (no chapter mark) is all punana Daisy modified ch 2: is all punana Daisy modified ch 3: introduces RL Daisy and includes a few scenes with punana Daisy modified ch 4: picks up RL Daisy's story and gives a last glimpse of punana then they split: Daisy modified ch 5 and forward will feature RL Daisy Daisy/punana ch 5 and forward will continue the punana story line. Thanks for your votes, ratings, and email D ================================================================= To the readers: I had got a bit tired of the punana stories, but after she herself wrote chapter 6, I was re-energized Hope you enjoy ch 7. D ================================================================= punana heard the door open behind it. it tried to turn its head but of course couldn't, the harness that kept its head tilted slightly back and staring straight ahead had very little give. it knew that it was early in the morning, the sun had come up just a little while ago and people and cars were beginning to appear on the street outside. punana no longer wondered where there were going, no longer wondered what kinds of lives they led, no longer even fantasized about the pretty women and handsome men as they walked by. Months ago, it might have. Months ago, it thought about how the men's cocks would feel or how the women's cunts would taste. But no longer. punana's mind rarely turned on anymore, there was no point. it's life was the machine. it's feet strapped to the device, legs pedalling for four hours, resting for fifteen minutes, then pedalling for another four hours, endlessly, endlessly, endlessly. In the beginning, when it slowed down, the jolts of electricity reminded it to start again, but by now, it never slowed down. it maintained its pace automatically. The last milking had ended quite a while ago, punana felts its huge titties swelling again, the hormones doing their job, the milk filling them, tiny drops already swelling through its nipples. punana knew the pain would come soon, then the machine would start up again and it would experience that near orgasmic release as the suction tubes allowed the milk to flow out of it and down into the tubes. punana didn't know for certain how long it had been connected to its device, but it knew that at least one summer, one autumn, and one winter had come and gone. Sometimes, it wondered how many dozens of gallons of milk it had produced. Sometimes, it wondered how many men had used its mouth and ass for their pleasure. Or how many women had let it lick and fuck them with its modified tongue. Or how many mares had been impregnated by the gallons of horse semen that had been collected from its huge, slack cunt after a good breeding session with someone's prize stallion. Another sound. The door closing and two people walking across the floor, circling punana. "Simply astonishing," one voice said. A man's voice, deep and powerful. "Yes." A woman. punana felt something stir inside its head. Something different. it was thinking. Wondering. it hadn't thought or wondered for a long time. it was afraid, it didn't want to think. it wanted to be part of the machine. Thinking reminded it that it had been human once. One of the people put their hand between punana's legs and touched its clitoris. "Aaaahhhhh!" punana screamed, its whole body jerking. Something stirred deep in the recesses of its brain. Nobody had touched its body like that in a long time. it hadn't cum since it was put on this machine so long ago, and it desperately craved to be touched. it opened its knees instinctively but that slowed down its pedaling and the machine sent a jolt of electricity through the pair of wires that ran the length of its labia. its body wanted to do something, its brain was sending signals but it didn't remember what they meant. Then, its mouth opened and it made a sound but it was garbled, muffled and the couple laughed. "Grunting like an animal," the woman said. The finger touched its clitoris again and it stopped pedaling, enjoying the pain now, remembering how much it craved it once, grinding away at the hand between its legs but then the woman pulled it away and punana grunted louder, panting hard and making short, high pitched animal sounds. it heard a 'crack' and felt a slicing pain across its ass cheeks and inched closer to orgasm. The man held the long thin cane in front of punana's face, then brought it down across its ass again, then again, harder and faster every time until punana was howling and cumming, jerking and spasming against its harness, belly and thighs tensed. it came over and over, listening, aroused even more by the sounds of what gushed out of all three of its holes and splashed on the floor. The smell reached its nostrils and turned it on even more. The hand stopped touching it and the cane stopped hitting its ass. it felt its eyes open wide and straining and it felt itself drooling, its entire body quivering and shaking in the aftermath of the flood of orgasms. Then, the milking machine kicked on and it started moaning again. its nipples were sore and tender, it would never get used to the harsh suction of the tubes, it felt like it was pulling its nipples right off of its udders. But this time, the pain was good and it came again. it only dimly felt someone - the man? the woman? - push their arm up into its cunt, fist closed, and start fucking it deep and fast. punana's head started to clear, it remembered those early days, those days full of fucking and spanking and...who were the people? Were there two? Or three? it stopped thinking and turned into an animal again, enjoying the sensations in its nipples and cunt. "Call him. We'll take her," the woman said. --- punana looked at itself in the mirror. it started crying but stood perfectly still. it was horrible. Horrible. "I don't know, Carol. I just don't think it's going to work." The man circled behind punana, looking at the dress and shaking his head. "Dear, can you try to put your legs together?" he chided. punana lifted its right foot and did its best, but its legs would not even close to shoulder width apart. it felt a gush as it moved, and again felt the warm trickle of cunt down the inside of its legs. The man shook his head. "I was right. Just look at those legs. Lexi, lift up your dress and show her your legs." punana bent and grabbed the hem of its skirt, pulled it up around its waist. it sniffed again, tears filling its eyes. The months and months of hormone and exercise had bulked its thighs up until each of them was nearly as wide around as its waist. And the mare labia, distended and dark brown, were so big, there was no way punana could close its legs. its eyes went to the clitoris, poking like a small carrot from between its thick cunt lips. Then, it looked upward slowly. its waist was tiny, Doctor Tom had seen to that long ago. And the 52DD titties hadn't gone down an inch since it left Tiffany and Master for its life in the milking machine. it was a freak. "Drop the dress, dear," Carol said softly. punana did, seeing immediately in the mirror that its stiff clitoris poked against the fabric like a small, erect penis. The front of the dress was already showing a small, damp stain. "Well, do you have any ideas?" the man asked punana. punana stared at him dumbly, trying to assemble something like a coherent thought. Then, its eyes went to his crotch and stayed there. it felt itself getting wet again. "He was right," Carol said. "You're not going to be able to have much of a conversation with her." punana felt Carol's hand sliding up its spine and turned around, mouth opened to kiss her, legs opening instinctively. Carol laughed and pushed her away. punana tilted its head and looked at Carol. "Poor thing. Look at her Daniel. She's like a dog," Carol said, reaching out and stroking punana's cheek. "She just wants to please her owner." "Let's get on with this, shall we?" Daniel said. "The show starts in an hour and we have to get her ready." Carol looked punana up and down again, shook her head and said, "this is as good as it gets, so let's make the best of it." "Bring a towel for her to sit on, I don't want the car seat getting messed up." punana felt something in its head but didn't know what it was so it ignored it. The beginning of a feeling of embarrassment, but just the beginning. --- "What the fuck, Daniel?" the tall blond woman said. She held the door open, turned and motioned to her husband. "Chris, come here, you have to see this!" She stepped back slowly and Daniel looked her up and down. "Beautiful as always, Wanda," he said. She was just under six feet and had a model's body packed into a skin-tight, metallic burgundy cocktail dress that barely covered her from nipples to crotch. Chris, a short, stocky man in an expensive black suit, came quickly to the door. He handed his drink to his wife who stepped back and opened the door wider. "Holy crap! Daniel, you've outdone yourself!" he laughed. punana saw the man and woman in the doorway and another twenty or so people inside the house and stopped walking. "What's wrong, dear?" Carol asked. punana turned and gave her a bewildered look, unable to articulate an objection. it felt something in its belly but didn't know what it was, just knew it was uncomfortable. More of the people inside looked toward the door, a few even stepped closer. punana felt its nipples starting to swell and its cunt getting wet. "You see that?" Daniel asked. "What?" Chris replied. Daniel took punana's elbow and it turned its head toward him. "It's like any animal. Wary of strangers, anxious that it might not do a good job." punana heard his words, digesting some of them, trying to figure out how they went together. "Well, let's find out, shall we?" Chris asked, taking punana's other arm. punana walked with them across the room, its legs bowed awkwardly, the slimy, sticky feeling on the insides of its thighs exciting it. Two women came up and stood directly in front of punana. Chris and Daniel stopped and let go of her arms. "What the fuck?" one of them asked. She was a medium-height woman with short brown hair and a man's body, slim hips, wide shoulders and no chest. She leaned forward and looked at the front of punana's skirt. There was a damp circle there now, about four inches across. "I think she likes you," Daniel said. punana looked from the woman to Daniel and back to the woman. "Fucking stupid, isn't she?" the woman laughed. She slapped punana hard across the face. punana smiled and touched its clit through the skirt. "M..mn...mo..." it stammered. Daniel leaned forward slightly toward the woman. "She wants you to do that again." The woman stared at punana, who calmly stroked its clitoris there in front of everyone. "Like this?" She swung her hand again, raising another bright red mark on punana's cheek. punana moaned and pinched its clit hard. "Get her in the frame," the woman said, a harsh edge to her voice now. punana was quickly stripped naked and led into a large room at the back of the house. There was a simple wooden frame in the middle of the room. punana was secured in it, spread wide in a big X, wrists and ankles shackled, every other part of its body exposed and available. They left it there for quite a while before they started playing with it. With most of the others they'd brought in, being naked, exposed, and completely vulnerable to a room full of strangers had a shaming and humiliating effect that wore them down and made their responses to the beatings even worse. The effect was completely lost on punana. it stood proudly showing itself, its body craving pain. After so long in that room, it had forgotten how to be around other people, but memories were beginning to break through. it know some of them wanted to fuck it. it knew some of them wanted to hurt it. it didn't know what they were going to do specifically but it didn't care. it just wanted them to get on with it. Several of them came by and inspected punana's parts. The overly swollen titties, the inch long nipples, the tiny waist, the heavily modified tongue -- the under-muscle cut and two inches of the tip hardened so it could effectively fuck a cunt or an asshole, whichever it was presented. But what drew the most attention was the horse-cunt. Doctor Tom had done an amazing job transplanting the big, thick, brown mare labia onto punana's body and the effect was not lost on the group. One of them produced a photo and held it up against punana's belly. "Yep, this is the one." He held the photo up for punana to see. It was a picture taken months ago -- punana could see the snow outside the big window -- of a midsized stallion mounting something that was barely visible underneath it. punana recognized it as its milking room. The horse was fucking punana. it felt its cunt gushing and wanted the men to touch it. "Maybe we'll take her back to the barn after they're done with her here?" he laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "yes, please," punana whispered, its voice coming back to it slowly. The man leaned closer and spit, a huge glob of saliva landing on the left side of its nose. It dripped down its cheek and punana opened its mouth and pushed its long tongue out, licking the goo slowly and closing its eyes, savoring the humiliation. "All right," the blond woman announced, walking close to punana and clapping her hands. "We want to thank Carol and Daniel for their gift to us. Now as you know, this one has no limits whatsoever." There was a short burst of applause from the group. "But, I do. I do not want anything happening in my home that will bring the police. So. No blood, no broken bones, no... well, that about cover it actually." Quiet chuckling around the room. "You've all picked numbers, both those of you who want to work alone and those of you who are working in groups." She turned sideways toward punana. "As you can see, our guest is very eager to get started." She reached out slowly and took a nipple in each hand, between her thumb and forefinger and pulled hard. punana's head went back and it moaned. The woman twisted and pulled for another two full minutes, the group listening to punana's obvious arousal sounds. When she let go, she pushed a finger between punana's legs, made a puzzled face to the audience, then leaned down and pushed her whole hand easily into punana's cunt. They all laughed. She pulled her hand out and held it up. "Soaking." The crowd applauded. "So, who's got number 1?" --- The first man took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. The crowd murmured, nudging each other, talking about some of his past performances. "A tough one to go first," someone said. "She can take it, look at that body," another one answered. The man walked to the glass-front cabinet against the wall and opened it. He fingered several canes and crops and finally came away with a three-foot long piece of flexible graphite. "Oh, fuck," someone commented. "Mark, leave something for us, OK?" Mark smiled and swished the cane through the air, the whistling sound high and sharp. punana looked at it puzzled, it had never seen something like this before. It was black and thin and more flexible than anything it could remember cutting away at its body before. "Are you ready?" the woman asked. Mark nodded. She pressed a button the timer and said, "ten minutes. Go." He rested the cane across punana's belly, just underneath its belly-button. Then, he swung his arm back and brought it down hard. punana screamed, it had never felt pain like this before. It sliced right through its entire body, pain exploding all the way from its toes to its fingertips to its eyeballs. Daniel stepped forward and put his hand on Mark's forearm. "Mark, there are eighteen of us..." Mark nodded. He walked slowly around behind punana and laid the cane across the top slops of its ass, raised it and swung hard again. punana's body jerked forward and it pulled its arms, shaking the wooden frame wildly. Mark lined its ass five times, each mark spaced almost exactly an inch below the one before. punana was sweating and trembling, the pain making its vision blurry and its cunt soak. Mark stepped around in front of punana and touched its cunt. it swayed and moaned, begging "yes, yes, yes" over and over until he dropped his hand and stepped to the side. He laid the cane across its belly again, this time just underneath its big udders. He pulled back his arm and swung hard, raising his aim and bringing it down across her titties, just underneath the nipples. it screamed again and a few beads of milk bubbled to the surface of the nipples. Mark wiped one with his fingertip, tasted it, and smiled. Then, he stepped slightly further back and rested the cane across the tops of punana's nipples. it registered fear now, its nipples were more sensitive than any other part of its body. He raised the cane and swished it in the air. punana was crying now, actively begging him not to hit her. He rested the cane across the top of her nipples again, lifted it again, swished the air. punana went limp, its knees weak, its head dropping forward on its chest. Mark slowly slid the cane down the front of punana's body. The crowd held its breath, watching punana tremble, its body tensing as it wondered what he was going to do next. Mark swatted the front of punana's thighs, up and down from knee to crotch, a total of a dozen lines showing red and bright on its flesh. Finally, he brought the crop up again, resting it across punana's nipples. He turned to the group. "Should I?" There were a few "no"s in the group, but most of them entire nodded or cheered him on. He ran the crop up and down on her nipples, touching the top, the front, the underside. punana moaned and opened its legs. Someone in the crowd made a disgusted noise and Mark looked down. There was a long strand of milky something hanging between punana's legs, a glob of it on the floor underneath it. Mark brought the crop down and rested it across punana's crotch, just across the middle of the mare lips. He swung it and punana threw its head back, not screaming this time but gasping for breath and whispering "again, again". Mark swung harder this time and punana moaned louder, "yes, yes, yes". Three more blows and punana came, its body jerking back and forth while Mark tapped much more lightly now across its belly. "Time!" the blond called and Mark walked back to the cabinet on the wall, the crowd giving him an enthusiastic round of applause.
In A Cheap Hotel [this story comes before "In The Warehouse" so if you're keeping track, read this one before that one - David] Joe watched her from the front window of the pool hall across the street. He shook his head. She was going to go for it. What was it about these little college bitches that drew them to this kind of action? Back in the day, it was only perverts and Bangkok whores who let themselves be used the way she wanted to be used. And the whores were making money from it. The street was dirty, most of the storefronts had been boarded up long ago. The liquor store sign on the corner flashed '--qu-or -to-e' -- the other letters were burned out. A group of half-a-dozen rough looking kids stood outside, smoking and drinking from brown paper bags. Garbage was piled everywhere. And still, she came. Joe recognized her car from her description. She parked half a block down from the Brown Hotel, the closest spot that wasn't littered with broken glass or sleeping bums. Her body was even better than the photos promised - about 5'8 and trim with long blond hair. He smiled. She was a brunette but he told her to dye it blonde or don't bother showing up. The shiny red dress hugged her body like a second skin. It was tight enough to show clearly that she had no panties. It was cut low enough to show off her beautiful titties, pushed up and together by a new purchase from Victoria's Secret. The bottom was cut just below her ass, enough that the tops of her stockings showed. Black fishnet stockings and four inch heels. Nobody wore those anymore and he hoped it made her feel every inch the cheap whore she looked. He gave her fifteen minutes to get the key from the manager, pay him for the room (he wasn't going to waste his money), and go upstairs and get into position. Joe sat down and thumbed through a magazine, pacing himself. His cock was already hard but he had a lot to do before he'd let himself fuck her. And besides, John was still on his way from the airport. * * * Joe went into the room and locked it behind him. She was there, his clean-scrubbed, tarted-up college girl, posed exactly as he'd instructed her. He walked around her slowly, ran his hand down the middle of her back, patted her head. She was making small gagging noises, her belly moving up and down slowly, but she kept the rubber cock planted firmly in her throat. He'd brought the gear to the room an hour before. It was a simple contraption and she fit into it exactly. He inspected her thoroughly, taking his time, crouching down and going over her inch by inch. Her knees were exactly fourteen inches apart and held by leather straps into two iron gourd-shaped supports. Her ankles were behind her, toes pointed straight back, the straps at her ankles pressing her shins flat to the floor. Joe ran his finger along the backs of her calves and she shuddered. He knew that the fronts of her feet - stretch as they were - were already getting sore. Her belly lay across a steel bar, eighteen inches high from the base, just a few inches longer than her femur. That held her ass pointed obscenely toward the ceiling. That and the leather trap that lay across her shoulders. She wasn't able to buckle that herself, Joe would have do to that and he would soon. But first he needed to inspect her chest. He ran his hand across her chest and nodded, she'd done as she was told. The metal bulldog clips were in place, even though they were outside her dress. They weren't causing much pain yet but were at least giving her a taste of what was to come. Joe got up and walked around in front of her, squatting down so he could look her directly in the eyes. Her eyes were watering and she was still gagging on the cock, catching quick breaths in between. Her nose was running and he wiped it with his thumb. Then, he smeared the mucus across her forehead and back into her hair. Her arms were straight out in front of her, her elbows resting in another pair of iron supports like the ones at her knees. She wasn't able to buckle those either so Joe took care of it for her. The steel pole that supported her arms also supported the long, black, rubber cock that was pushing past her gag muscle. Joe put his hand gently against the back of her head and pulled her forward, pushing the cock even deeper. She gave a quick convulsion then vomit shot out of her nose and around the cock, splashing all over the steel pole and the carpet. Joe nodded and stepped back, leaving the bile to burn her nostrils and throat. Patiently, Joe wiped up the mess, cleaning the carpet and his gear, wiping down and rinsing the leather and the brass buckles until they were good as new. He went into the bathroom and carefully took down the plastic shower curtain. She watched him through teary eyes, her nose and throat still burning. The only thing worse that that was how hungry her cunt was. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and now she needed to cum. She moved her ass, swaying from side to side, trying to make herself feel something down there. "You really are the pig aren't you? Deviant, worthless slut. Shaking your ass like that's going to turn me on? Do you think that your" he made quotes with his fingers "hot little cunt is going to get me all worked up?" He leaned close, looked her directly in the eye. "I know you. I am in your head. I own you." She nearly came as he said it, felt her cunt lips swelling and the juices running down her leg. "Damp, aren't you?" he laughed. He spit in her face, a big glob that hung from her right eyebrow and slowly slid down her cheek. She came for the first time then. Joe spread the shower curtain underneath her, protecting his gear. He pressed her head hard onto the cock again and she gagged but this time, she only spit up some bile, most of that through her nose. He watched it run down over her lips and hang in long, thin strands from her chin. Joe picked up the bucket he'd used to clean her up and rested the rim against the top of her head. He knelt behind and beside her, his legs leg pressed between her thighs. She immediately began humping him, grinding up and down as well as she could with the steel bar pressing into her hips. Slowly, Joe tilted the bucket, letting the watery mess drizzle over her head, soaking her hair, her face, and the top of the red dress. She came again, sucking hungrily for air through flared nostrils. He fucked her ass then, using her cunt juice to lube himself up. When he was finished with her, he pulled the strap across her shoulders and buckled it in place, pressing her chest into the floor and putting painful stress on her back and hips. Finally, he swung the last hinged piece up from the floor. It was measured to fit precisely between her opened ass cheeks. He took the three-inch diameter butt plug and rammed it home, then swung the metal bar upward and snapped the base of the plug into the slot that was cut there. The bar was mounted on a powerful spring. The idea was to tease her and it was working. As soon as it was planted in her ass, she started humping against it. But the spring kept it moving so she never got anything more than a horrible teasing sensation, enough to make her hot but not enough to make her cum. Joe came around in front of her again. She was completely secured, spit-roasted end-to-end with rubber cock, still dressed but now her clothes were a soaking wet, smelly mess. She was disgusting but that was what he wanted. Let her swim in it for a while. She'd stopped gagging on the big black cock, her throat must have acclimated to it. That was all right, he had more tricks up his sleeve. He'd pump up the inflatable cock-head later, when John was there. He looked at her one last time. Her hands were free - nothing restrained her from the elbows forward. When he designed the machine, he gave a lot of thought to that. He could have brought her forearms straight up and secured them to the pole, or taken them behind her back, or even mounted another pole to keep them stable. But in the end, he decided he liked this design. It accentuated how useless they were. Her hands were free, unfettered, unbound, but useless. She had them straight in front of her, fingers intertwined, almost a position of prayer. He leaned forward and kissed the thumbs and she looked up at him. He couldn't tell because of the huge cock in her mouth, but he thought she smiled. . . . is the next part 'off to the airport to get John'? or should the story end here? Send your comments . . .
Chapter 3 A couple of you guys who came up to Chicago to use my wife mentioned that she doesn't talk much. You're right. Completely correct. She doesn't talk much because I don't want her to. There are a couple of reasons and I want to tell you about them. First off, she got nothing to talk about. What are us guys into? Beer, cars and guns, right? But, if I mention that I need my rotors turned or that some friend threw a rod, she immediately thinks it has something to do with sex. She doesn't know a round from a bullet and she thinks that recoil is how you react if you're afraid of guns. So there really isn't a lot to talk about with her. Second, she's a fucking egghead. Well, she used to be anyway. Fucking brilliant, actually. She gave it up halfway through a full-scholarship Ph.D. in Anthropology. It's actually a great story. As an undergrad, she switched from psych to sociology to anthropology because she got more and more interested in cross-cultural studies of gender patterns. I have no fucking idea what that means, John explained it to me once or twice before I gave up trying to understand. Anyhow, she spent two years in Asia living in small villages and watching how the men and women interacted and when she came home, she threw away all of her books, broke off with all of her friends and plunged herself into the nasty little underworld where I found her. What she said she learned was that everything in Western society was bullshit. Women were put on earth to serve and service men. Period. John's sure her upbringing had a lot to do with it, that she was primed to come to that conclusion from Day One. I don't know. But I don't really care. By the time I got her, she had forgotten just about everything she knew about independence and rebellion and had no goals at all other than to find a man and do everything she could to please him. I found her at just the right time. When I told John all of this, he nearly jumped out of his seat. Now, John's a pretty straightforward guy but he's also a mother fucking MASTER at the mind fuck. He came up with a plan and I signed up for it immediately. This was back in about February. It was devious, simple, and devastating. He explained that underneath all that quiet submission and sexual depravity there's still a brilliant mind clicking away. And that someday she was going to see that our marriage was totally fucked up and that would be the end of that. He wanted to do something about that. To make her experience the conflict between her potential and the life she was living. To have to confront it every day. It would push her deeper down, she'd drown in her own shame, wallow in the degradation of becoming just a piece of fuck-meat while inside her head was all this high-grade intellect with nowhere to go. He said that would push some women into depression but that he knew enough about Suzi to guess that it would have the opposite effect - she'd turn her inventiveness and creativity into finding bigger and better ways to degrade herself. It was some kind of fucked up defense mechanism and he said she had it. The way he started was that he mentioned to her that he'd found and read one of her papers and thought it was brilliant and would be perfect for a conference he was attending. She got excited and worked on it with him over the phone and email for two full weeks. She spent hours in the library, I let her miss shifts at work and even gave up a fuck-fest one Saturday when she said she was really "on". When the paper was finished, John drove up and the three of us went out for a very nice dinner. I took her shopping and let her pick out a new outfit, a set of matching underthings, and an expensive pair of shoes. She got her hair and nails done, I put on one of my nicer suits and the three of us spent three hours out in public, between dinner, dessert, and coffee. When we got back to the house, John asked her to bring three glasses of wine into the living room while he prepared the forms to submit her paper for the conference. She was giddy and excited, ran into the kitchen and brought back glasses and one of our better reds. Everything changed when she walked into the front room. John was standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a dirty, tattered undershirt. His legs were thin and pale, the blue veins visible under the thin skin. He still had his stockings on. She could see the thin hair on his belly and his limp dick hanging down, a shocking eight inches and thicker than she (or I!) would have ever guessed. But it was his balls that caught my eyes. Like two oversized plums hanging in a yellowish sack. I walked to her and took the bottle and glasses out of her trembling hands. "Come over here, you stupid little cow," John sneered. Suzi walked toward him, dazed and puzzled. "I really do love your work," he said, reaching up to stroke her face. He held up a pocket knife, let it glisten in the light, then lowered it against my wife's belly. "Much too good to have been written by an ass whore like you," he said. With his left hand, he pulled at her skirt, then sliced into the fabric with the knife. She stood, trembling and sniffling as he sliced her clothes into thin ribbons, talking the whole time. "I'm going to give that paper to one of my grad students. He's working in the same area. Did you really think I was going to let you go? Let you get on stage in front of all those normal people? Do you really think anyone would believe that an ass slut like you could produce a piece like that?" She was down to bra and panties now, the panties sliced in ribbons but the elastic still around her hips. "And your draft? Your notes?" he said as he cut the straps and then sliced the cups out of her bra. "Shit. Worthless shit. Just like you." He cut the elastic and the remaining pieces of my wife's panties fell to the floor. She stood there, shoulders hunched, mascara streaking down her face, her titties hanging out of the holes he'd cut in the bra. They looked awkward and stupid and somehow made her look even more pathetic than I'd ever seen her before. John crouched down and ran the blade down the inside of each leg, peeling off her stockings like a banana skin. He finished by having her step out of the shoes, then stood back up. Without her heels on, he towered over her off and she slumped her back even further. He took her by the hand. "Come on," he said. John led her into the bathroom and handed her the finished paper. "Tear it up and throw it in the toilet," he ordered. "Where it belongs." She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, body shaking. She tore the pages crossways, then again and again until it was in little pieces, the paper fluttering down and floating on the water. "Go on," he said with an evil grin. "Squat down and do it." Suzi looked at him with terror in her eyes. "No, please, you don't mean it..." I watched him standing there like a statue, not saying a word. She broke slowly but she broke. After a few minutes of dead silence, she lifted her right leg and straddled the toilet bowl, then squatted and put her hands over her face. "Uh, uh," was all John said and my wife lowered her hands to her sides. She stood there, knees bent, squatting, but nothing happened. "Not as easy as it is in your stories, is it?" John said to me. I shook my head. "I guess not." He leaned closer to my wife now, his face inches from hers. "Should I turn on the water? Will that help?" She stopped sobbing and sniffed hard, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. John stepped back, leaned against the wall. "We have all the time in the world, you know." She stared into his eyes with hatred and anger, her hands in tight fists at her sides. John just laughed. Suzy lowered her head and after another minute or so, I heard the stream shoot out, soaking the pages, pissing on her hard work, two weeks of her life, two weeks of excitement and the possibliity of her old life coming back. As usual, John was right. It broke her down to an entirely new level. Ever since then, he's been picking up a little bit of pocket money having her write research papers for undergrads. He promised it would never interfere with anything I had planned and stuck to his promise. It was horrible for her. She would get about two assignments a week and have to figure out how to complete them between the housework, the fucking, and everything else that was going on. And John was a taskmaster. The papers had to bring in a grade of 95% or better or he showed up the next morning with his belt and punished her for slacking off. She wrote paper after paper, good, original work, and he took them and sold them to the students for $30 to $100 each. Suzi threw herself deeper and deeper into her ass slut role with each new assignment. As John predicted, being confronted by the extremes of her life produced some kind of effect in her head that had her bouncing back and forth like a ping pong ball. Ronny noticed it right away. She was more eager than ever to put on the kinky fetish outfits he and Rick brought over. One night, he showed up with a thick, black rubber dildo and an ass plug. She nearly ripped them out of his hands and tried to shove both of them up her ass before he even had his pants off. She tried all different kinds of positions to force their cocks deeper into her ass. And she kept begging me to bring Wallace back to beat her. I wasn't much interested in that, having her as an ass-only fuckhole was enough fantasy for me. Pain was a whole different thing and I didn't much care for it. But she insisted and it eventually became a ritual that every time she finished a paper, Wallace was there. She sat naked except for a thin scarf wrapped around her hips (his idea) as she put the last touches on it, then printed it and put it in an envelope for John. He watched her the whole time, his eyes burning into her, knowing how badly she wanted it and working himself up to a new level of frenzy every time. I sat and watched him, his hands twitchy, standing up now and taking off his shirt, then taking the long, dark leather bullwhip out of the bag, flicking it across the room a few times. As soon as she came back into the room, he was on her, the whip slicing through the air, biting into her titties, raising red stripes and small welts. She offered herself, standing straight, back arched, arms behind her back, tits shaking back and forth under his merciless blows that never seemed to stop. He was closer to drawing blood these days and it scared me but he never crossed the line. Not yet. Anyway, enough about that. I was explaining to you why she never talks. Once John saw the effect that writing those papers was having on her, he suggested I consider having her keep silent. It would be tough, very, very tough, for such an intelligent woman to not be allowed to express any of it. We toyed for a while with the idea of having her put on a hillbilly accent, make sure to speak in only single syllables, bring her to Nascar with me in a pair of Daisy Dukes and pass her around the pits. We toyed with putting her out on the street where she'd have to play dumb to keep from getting her ass kicked by the other whores. But in the end, it seemed better -- more humiliating, more a sign of her absolute obedience -- to keep her home and in near-total silence. What I did insist on was sex talk. I made her talk non-stop for the guys who came over to fuck her. "Fuck me deep in the ass." "I love a hard cock." "Let me lick your balls." "Your asshole is so, so tasty." "Do you like my titties? Do you want to bite them? Twist my nipples? Tie me up?" That was the only kind of thing that came out of her mouth anymore - whore talk. Sometimes, I'd make her just sit beside me during dinner and keep up a litany of filth while I ate. I'd make her give me a blow by blow of what the last guy was like, or the last group of guys, or I'd make her make up stories about herself going into bars and picking up strangers and licking their balls and opening her pussy lips and begging them to push their fingers into her cunt and sucking their cocks and balls, on and on just as long as she was uncomfortable. Once she started getting excited about it, I made her stop and waited until she was calm again. I wanted her swimming in her humiliation, getting right to that moment where it turned her on, then pulling back. She got to be pretty good at it. In fact, I'm thinking I might get her involved in phone sex. Anyone out there got any suggestions about how to get her started? --- Last Thursday, John brought a van full of guys up from Elkhart to spend some time with my wife. Three of them were in their late twenties, two were in their forties and then there was John. John was nearly sixty and was the one who introduced all of us to each other. I haven't said a lot yet about my friend John. John had taken an MA in History a long time ago, taught for thirty years and retired. Now, he spends a lot of his free time around campus near Elkhart, advising other grad students. He likes being around the older ones and hangs out with them often, drinking beer and eyeing the female undergrads. I met John about nine years ago in an online chat. I was between women and spent a lot of my time drunk and surfing porn sites. He and I got to know each other and tried to get together about once a year just to shoot the shit and fish. John didn't care that I wasn't a college guy - in fact, I'm a high school dropout. Still, I've done pretty well. I've got a natural knack for computers and made a decent amount of money with a software product I put out a lot of years back. I burned through it all, though, and now have to depend on a shitty job doing network support for a bunch of asswipes as a big corporation. Anyway, John knew about Suzi right from the beginning and was always sending me suggestions. He'd done a lot of the legwork for our two Germany trips and planned to go with us but caught cold the first time and had some kind of stomach bug the second time. He did a fair amount of pimping for me lately - he still surfs the buttfucker websites - and this weekend, he was bringing up a batch of guys to take turns with my wife. This time, they were all guys who'd already taken advantage of her in a different way. These were all guys she'd written papers for. John got a big kick out of that. He'd done it before a few weeks earlier. Brought up two guys she'd written homework for. They nearly shit their pants when they saw her. They were expecting some kind of librarian-looking dumpy middle aged woman, but instead she opened the door in a corset and stockings, no bra or panties, and six inch heels. She was blindfolded and wearing a ring gag. They were on her in a second, tag teaming her mouth and ass for three hours before they slowed down long enough for John to introduce them to each other. She was a whore like that, just letting complete strangers fuck her without even knowing her name. I guess once a whore always a whore. Usually I don't even bother telling them her name anymore either, it's a turn on. Most of them don't care anyway. She's just a hole. A warm, wet, tight hole. Not much else seems to matter. The half dozen guys in the van were no different. John told me that nobody even asked her name during the whole two hour car trip. They arrived a little after midnight. John has his own key so he let himself in. We were already asleep but John knows the ropes and he came straight into the room and pulled the sheets off of my wife. I opened my eyes and saw him and a cluster of shadows at the door. "She's all yours, guys," I said, rolling over and pulling the covers back over my head. "John, you guys use the guest room, OK? I'm tired. Just don't leave a mess."
Fbailey story number 706 Topless Trampoline Jumping My sister had her cheerleading squad over to sunbathe and swim in our pool. I wasn’t invited but Mom made me come out and pretend to be useful. I got them drinks like a waiter and then I picked up after them like a garbage collector. I listened to their shit about other girls, other guys, and then about one another. “My tits are bigger than yours.” “Yeah but mine are firmer than yours.” “Will you guys stop. Everyone knows my tits are what all of the boys are looking at.” “So what! There is no way to win this argument.” I had to speak up, “Yes there is.” “How.” I replied, “Topless trampoline jumping.” They all laughed at my idea. Then my sister said, “You know, he just might be right…perverted…but right.” Then she asked me, “Just what do you have in mind?” I immediately replied, “You all get topless. Then one at a time you get to jump up and down on the trampoline for two minutes. I will take videos of you jumping and then give you scores for various things and then later declare a winner.” Someone asked, “Why do we all have to get topless if only one girl is jumping for you?” I said, “So that I can judge you all. Besides you don’t want those girls to feel embarrassed being the only ones topless.” My sister came to my rescue and said, “He’s right, we should all get topless. Besides I want to see how my brother rates my tits.” So I got my video camera and the girls got out of their tops. I had the two girls that had been arguing go first. I recorded their names and birth dates. Then I had my sister measure their tits. Abby was a 36-C and Brenda was a 34-D. I had Abby go first and I watched in amazement as her breasts bounced up and down. They were big but they were soft and I zoomed in on her top half. I had decided to score the measurement, the cup size, the shape, the tan marks, her nipples, her areolas, and of course the bounce to the ounce. While I was at it I scored her tummy, her ass, and her beauty. That gave me ten categories. So with a scale of zero to ten I could give the perfect girl a score of one hundred. I gave Abby a score of eighty to just start someplace. If I had given her a hundred, there would be no place higher. Brenda was right, her breasts were firmer…but they sure were sweet too. Both girls were equally pretty but Brenda had great tan lines. I gave her an eighty-one. Connie, Diane, and Elaine were nice so I gave them seventy-five points each. Then my sister Fern got up on the trampoline and started bouncing. She had spent hundreds of hours on that thing. That is how she learned to do her flips. I had seen her jump before but never topless. Her tits were 34-C and they were perfect. Her nipples were a nice length and hard, her areolas were a nice diameter, and her breasts were slightly cone-shaped. Her tan lines were very precise and very dark from wearing the same bikini top whenever she tanned. I gave her a seventy-nine. Gina, Helen, Irene, Judy, Karen, and Lucy all scored below seventy. The twelve girls seemed pleased with my scores. They agreed that Brenda did look better up on the trampoline than Abby had. They didn’t bother to put their tops back on. Mom came out to join in and never questioned the topless girls. She just took her top off. Fern said, “Mom you need to get up on the trampoline and jump for two minutes. But first I need to measure your tits.” Abby and Brenda said, “We all have. It’s your turn.” Mom was a 38-DD. She had great tan lines too. When she started jumping her big soft tits just started flopping around. I was afraid that she would give herself a black eye. I had to score her with an eighty-five. All of the girls applauded and cheered her on. When Mom heard all about the contests she said, “Maybe he should judge our pussies too.” Some of the cheerleaders were in favor of that but most were not. Fern said, “Mom, how about just you and me. He can take his time. He will enjoy it.” Mom slipped off her bikini bottom and said, “I might enjoy it myself. I think he should look, touch, smell, and even taste our pussies.” Fern asked, “Aren’t there five senses?” Mom said, “Yes, the sense of hearing but my pussy can’t talk or whistle. However, once in a while it farts.” That got all of the other girls laughing. Mom suggested that I do them both at the same time. Fern removed her bikini bottom and got on the ground next to Mom. I knelt between them. I looked at their pussies. Mom’s was bald and her lips were full, Fern had a round spot of hair on her love mound. I touched their mounds, cupped their pussies, and then finger fucked them. However, when I got to their clits Mom gyrated and begged me not to stop, she begged me to finish her off, and then she begged me to fuck her. I looked at Fern and she said, “Go for it. She wants it and you’ve got what she wants.” So I lowered my shorts. Without underwear on I was naked and my cock was hard. Mom helped me because she wanted it even more than I did. Just as I was about to stick it in my mother and loose my virginity the cheerleaders behind me started to cheer. Fuck your Mom Make her hum Fuck her hard Make her cum Fuck your sister Like a brother should Fuck her gently Like only you could Then fuck the rest of us Because we need it too Fuck our pussies And make us coo As the twelve girls cheered, Mom pulled me into her and whispered, “Stick it in me now. I want to be your first. If you make me happy I’ll help you fuck all twelve of them this weekend, I promise.” So I slipped my thirteen-year-old cock into my thirty-five-year-old mother. It felt great and it was my first but all I could think about was fucking my sister and her eleven girlfriends. Fern was sixteen and the rest of those cheerleaders were around her age. The whole time that I was thrusting into my mother’s pussy I heard chanting all around us. Then they started to make comments: “My boyfriend doesn’t last that long.” “Did you see his cock? It looked cute.” “Look at those buns.” “Oh my God, He’s still going.” “He can have my virginity.” That last comment was from my own sister. She never acted like a virgin. Then I heard a few other girls saying that they would give me their virginities too. I think I counted six virgins in all. Below me Mom was saying, “Just another minute. I’m almost there. Oh God you feel great. Yes! Yes! That’s it. Right there! Oh! Oh! Fuck me harder. Oh my God!” Then she was silent as she continued to wiggle around under me. Just as she started to slow down I started to cum in her. I think I counted eight good squirts and two more that were much smaller. Abby said, “Would you believe that he lasted thirteen minutes?” Helen said, “Today is Friday the thirteenth.” Lucy said, “Thirteen must be his lucky number because there are thirteen of us girls wanting to let him fuck us.” Fern said, “One down and twelve to go. How are we going to do this?” Of course Abby said, Alphabetically.” Judy said, “If we go by age, I’m the youngest.” Elaine said, “Maybe we should start with the virgins. After all the rest of us already know what a stiff cock feels like inside us.” Six girls raised their hands and moved around to stand together. Mom said, “Take your pick.” I looked the six girls over and Fern was standing on the right so I said, “Let me start with my sister and then I’ll just go right across counterclockwise if that is alright with everyone. Then we’ll just see how far I can get.” Mom said, “You are all invited to spend the weekend. Call your parents first, then we can have some fun." Fern got on her back on the grass and opened her legs up for me…and I do mean opened. She could do Russian Splits and she was doing one for me right then. I never in my wildest dreams ever thought that my sixteen-year-old sister would let me fuck her. But there she was naked, spread, and willing. I lowered myself down between her legs or rather below her crotch. Then I leaned in to taste my fist pussy. It was much stronger that I had anticipated but all that did was make me harder. After checking her out with my tongue I slipped my cock into her. Fern said, “Oh…girls…he is much better than my mother’s dildos.” There were a few chuckles and then I got serious about fucking her. The funny thing was that I kept thinking about fucking Mom. Actually I was comparing them. Fern’s breasts felt firmer against my chest, her pussy felt great in that position, and I felt like I got more of my cock inside of her. I really liked that position. My sister was totally submissive to me. In that position I could do just about anything to her that I wanted to and she would let me. All I really wanted to do was to fill my sister with cum and get on to the next girl…Irene. I felt the pressure starting to build when Fern groaned loudly and started to shudder under me. When I finished cumming in her and rolled over someone said, fifteen minutes, he’s getting better. Irene was pleased to let me suck on her clit and lick her hole. She said that her mother had told her not to expect that from any boy, but that she would have to suck the boy’s cock. She didn’t think that was fair. Neither did I. What’s good for the goose, is good for the gander. As I started around the circle counterclockwise my time kept increasing by about two minutes and everything just kept getting better and better. The pussies tasted better, their holes felt better, and my climaxes got stronger. I felt like Superman. Mom called me a fuck machine. She told the girls that she had never heard of a boy or man doing what I was doing. I was cumming about every half-hour or so and I never went soft. Besides all of that I filled every pussy along the way with generous amounts of cum. It was after dark when I fucked the last girl. Connie had been waiting patiently for several hours. However, having my cock poke at her for about forty-five minutes gave her six full-fledged orgasms. She was crying during most of them. She admitted to letting fifteen other guys fuck her but none had ever given her an orgasm. After fucking all thirteen girls, Mom made us eat. She made me drink plenty of liquids too. I was ready to go again but Mom said, “No!” She said that I was to get a good night’s sleep so that I could start fresh in the morning. She suggested that I reverse the order. Fern said, “I like that idea. Me and you will be on the end receiving those forty-five minute fucks.” Everyone had a big laugh but Mom was serious about me getting my rest…in her bed…all night…with no interruptions. The End Topless Trampoline Jumping 706
Hearing her brother arrive Emma ran into the hall and launched herself at him landing with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She hugged him then loosening her grip slipped coming to rest with her thighs on the palms of his hands and her crotch pressed against the growing bulge in the front of his trousers. "This is nice." Emma said rubbing her crotch from side to side against his. Steve eased his fingers inside her knickers. "Careful mum's in the kitchen. Come into my room when mum and dad are asleep." Whispered Emma. "Emma! Steve! Stop it! I've warned you about doing that." Their mother said sternly as she walked out of the kitchen and saw Emma wrapped around her brother with his hands underneath her skirt. Climbing down Emma straightened her clothes. "Hello love. It's good to have you home." His mum said. That night Steve lay awake waiting for his parents to go to bed and creeping past their bedroom he carefully opened Emma's door, stepped inside and crouching by her bed whispered. "Move over." Emma held up the bedclothes and her brother climbed in beside her. She put her hand onto his waist and taking a deep breath she smelt him. "I've missed you." She said. Steve kissed her, gently at first, then pushing his tongue into her mouth he moved closer and Emma pushed her tongue back against his, their saliva mixing together. He tugged at the hem of her night-dress and she lifted her backside off the bed, arched her back making it easier for him to slide it up her body. With her night-dress as high as it would go Steve placed his large hands firmly on her soft bare breasts and pinched her nipples. Emma winced and felt a dampness seeping out of her and running down between her thighs. "Did you bring a condom?" Emma asked excitedly. She pulled her night-dress up over her head and then pulled Steve's clothes off him. Hooking her legs around his waist she locked her feet together on the small of his back while he stretched the condom over his erect penis and slid it inside her moist inviting hole. "I've missed you!" Steve exclaimed. "Quiet or you'll wake mum and dad." Steve rocked backwards and forwards and slid his penis slowly in and out of his sister's inviting body. Emma with her eyes closed squeezed and released her pussy lips on his penis. Her legs locked around him and with every movement he made she felt his balls rubbing against her. "Oh god!" Emma intoned. Opening her eyes and mouth she dug her head into the pillow. Steve lowered his mouth onto hers and without hurting her or leaving a mark he held her lower lip between his teeth. Emma stared at her brother's face as she came, her pussy pulsating triggering Steve's orgasm. He felt her come and pushed his penis deep inside her and filled the condom with his cum. They kissed each other urgently; both covered in sweat. "You're fantastic!" Said Steve. Moving on top of him she trailed her fingers through his hair, across his face and onto his chest. "You're going to make some woman very happy." Said Emma. "Do I make you happy?" "Yes, you do." Emma plastered his neck and chest in wet kisses, tasting his sweat as she moved slowly down his firm body, eventually licking and sucking his nipples. Hearing a noise outside the bedroom door they kept very quiet until they were certain that no one was there. "Am I a slut?" Emma asked holding her long hair away from her face and looking down at her brother. "OH YES!" Steve exaggerated, enjoying the feel of her breasts resting on his chest. "You bastard!" Emma hit him playfully. "I'm not a bastard. Mum and dad were definitely married to each other when I was conceived and born." Steve ran one of his hands through her hair. "You know what I mean." "OK. Yes, I can be a bastard." "Then I'll admit that I can be a slut." "Me a bastard and you a slut, I think we're made for each other." Emma and Steve kissed, licked, and touched each other, and fucked again, and still naked curled up against each other and slept. They were woken by their mother. "Oh. I forgot." Emma said quietly. Climbing out of bed Emma stood naked in-front of her mother. "What's Steve doing in your bed?" "He was cold and came in to keep warm." Their mother saw the used condom on the floor next to their clothes and knew that they had done more than just keep each other warm. "You said you'd help me, now put some clothes on and come down to the kitchen. And Steve, go back to your own bed." Their mother sounded cross. Seeing his naked sister and his beautiful mother Steve's penis became stiff and erect. Looking up he wondered what it would be like to fuck his mother. He waited until his erection subsided before climbing out of bed. "With two beautiful women to tempt me how am I expected to control my urges?" Steve said theatrically to his sister and mother. Emma saw his semi-erect penis and stifled a laugh. Standing between them Steve patted Emma's perfectly smooth and round bottom and at the same time he patted his mother's bottom through her night-dress taking time to enjoy and compare them. He noted that his mother's bottom felt just as smooth and almost as firm as his sister's. For the merest fraction of a second the tips of his fingers eased between their bum cheeks and his mother stifled a smile. He walked naked across the room toward the door and both his mother and sister looked admiringly at his naked body. "Did he just pat your ...?" Asked Emma. "Yes." Her mother replied before the question was finished. "And did he slip his finger tips between ...?" "Yes." Again her mother cut the question short and smiled at Emma. Bending over Emma picked up her night-dress and seeing the condom on the floor put Steve's night-clothes over it. "Don't cover it up. Throw it away before your father sees it." "You won't tell dad will you?" Emma sounded worried. "I won't have to tell him if you two continue like this. I've warned you. You've got to stop it. If anyone finds out you'll both be in big trouble." Their mother said as they walked down stairs. "No one will find out if you don't say anything." Mother and daughter continued their talk while working together in the kitchen and then returned to their beds. At the top of the stairs they kissed each other on the cheek and as her mother turned away Emma patted her bottom through her thin night-dress just as Steve had done, only this time her mother wiggled her backside and smiled. Later that day, after their Christmas meal their parents sat in the two arm chairs and fell asleep watching television while Emma and Steve sat next to each other on the sofa. Emma took the opportunity to snuggle up to Steve, hug his arm and rest her head on his shoulder. "Let's go upstairs." Suggested Steve. "What about mum and dad?" Emma said pointing at their parents. "They won't want to come." "No silly, what if they wake up?" "They'll be asleep for hours. Come on." They went into Emma's bedroom because it was the farthest away and sat next to each other on the bed. "Did mum say anything to you about finding us in bed together this morning?" Asked Steve. "She saw the condom and told me to throw it away." "Oh shit!" "She was worried that dad would see it." "Lucky escape." "And she enjoyed you touching her bottom." Emma smiled. "How do you know?" Steve looked puzzled. "I saw her smile and I asked her. She said it was erotic having her son feel her backside." "Thank goodness for that." Steve sounded relieved. "What made you do it?" "I just decided on the spur of the moment to pat her bottom as I was patting yours." "And what made you slip your fingers between our bum cheeks?" "I didn't mean to do it to mum. I knew you wouldn't mind but my other hand automatically did the same thing." "You could have been in real trouble. Lucky mum saw the funny side of it. She said she was trying not to smile." "Thank goodness." "What are we going to do?" Emma asked. "Let's fuck." "No I'm serious. Mum and I had a long talk this morning and she's right. We can't go on like this." Steve did not say anything he looked at his sister and then down at her bedclothes. "We're lucky it was mum who caught us and not dad. We've been living on borrowed time since she found out." Added Emma. Steve placed his hand on Emma's thigh, and looking up from the bed to her beautiful face he took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. She placed her hand on his and her forehead came to rest against his. They both knew that this should be the end. Steve was sad and tears welled up in his eyes and he closed them so that Emma would not see. Emma brought her hands up to his face and Steve opened his eyes and Emma saw his tears. "You really care." Said Emma. "I love you." "Don't be silly. You can't!" Emma said quietly. "Why not?" "Because you're my brother, you can't love me." She said hesitantly. "But we've been having sex with each other." "That's different. That's sex it's not love." "I love you." Said Steve. "We should never have started this." "The only reason that I did start was because I love you." "I never knew." Emma lied, tears welling up in her eyes. Leaning forward she kissed him on the lips, a caring lover's kiss. Steve pressed his lips hard against Emma's and she opened her mouth and their tongues met. Laying on the bed with Steve on top their kisses became wild and Emma placed her hand firmly on the back of his head and held him tight. He put his hand underneath her dress and brought it up along the inside of her thigh to the crotch of her knickers which he discovered were damp. Steve pulled at her knickers and they stopped kissing long enough for him to pull them down. They lay on her bed naked from the waist down. Emma stroked his beautiful rigid penis, gently rubbing her thumb over its large round head and smearing his pre cum around. Steve put his hand between her thighs and pressed a finger between her moist lips. "You're making your bed very damp." Said Steve. "I don't care. Let's fuck our brains out and make it soaking wet." Emma lay back and Steve lay on top of her holding her arms firmly either side of her head. She clasped her legs around his waist pressing her feet against his backside as he pushed his stiff penis deep inside her warm moist inviting hole. Carried away in the excitement they fucked for the first time without using a condom. Steve's cum shot deep inside his sister, his penis was still stiff and firmly inside her as his cum oozed out of her and dribbled down between them and onto the bed. Emma was happy because it was her brother, her lover who had been the first person to fuck her without any form of contraception. They cleaned up the mess, dressed and went back downstairs. Their parents were still asleep and Emma and Steve sat at the table and played a board game. "That was a nice sleep. I needed that. What have you two been doing?" Asked their father as soon as he woke. "We played happy families." Said Emma. "I didn't know we had that game." Steve and Emma smiled at each other.
I am twenty years old and for the past year or so I have been living on my own. When I graduated high school my parents gave me the option of either working with my dad in his office or leaving the nest and making my own way. I chose to leave. I still keep in touch with my folks, more my mom than my dad. She calls every so often, but sometimes I feel like she hasn’t accepted the fact that I am an adult living on my own, I think she still sees me as a five year old kid going to a sleep over. For over a year I have been working as a male stripper for a party company. It is all right work, good pay, great tips, and not to mention all the tail I could ever ask for. Most nights I work at the club, but about every week there is some party I get called out to and those women are crazy. At the club a girl will get pretty wild, but when I do a private show at someone’s house or a hotel room they get especially crazy. I don’t know what it is but they will start taking their clothes off too and soon I am getting head from this drunk bride-to-be while her bride maids are cheering her on. The only bad thing about my job is that I am still too embarrassed to tell my parents what I do. I tell them I am a DJ at a dance club down town. This is great cause I know my parents will never go to any dance club worth going to. One Saturday night I get the call from my boss that there is a birthday party at a hotel for me to go and dance at. He tells me they asked for the Zorro. This order is pretty self-explanatory; I dress up like Zorro and dance. This includes a black mask, cape, and plastic sword. It is not unusual for me to get this order because I kind of look Antonio Bandares, tall, tanned, and kind of buffed out with jet black hair. I put on my disguise and went to the address given. I got to the room and started my dance like normal. I danced around, giving all the girls a good view of my pecks and abs. Then I asked for the crowd of women to present to me the birthday girl so she could get her “special birthday present.” The group of women pointed to a woman who for the most part was so embarrassed she was covering her face. Then the other woman started to call her out, “Come on Liz you have to do it. Liz we got this for you.” Then one woman stepped up and sat in the chair I put in the center of the room. It was my aunt Rachel, she turned to the birthday girl and sneered, “Elizabeth if you are not going to let this fine young stud entertain you then he might as well show me a good time.” That is when it hit me; I was the stripper at my own mother’s birthday party. I had forgotten that tonight was my mother’s birthday and all these middle-aged women cheering me on are her friends. I didn’t know what to do. My aunt was sitting in the middle expecting me to give her a lap dance. I decided to do it, I hoped that this party wouldn’t turn into an orgy and I wanted to see how long it would take them to realize it was me. Maybe then we could all have a big laugh at the mix up. So with the half dozen women cheering her on I gave my aunt a lap dance. It wasn’t that bad. I shook my ass in front of face and did a little dry humping, which she seemed to enjoy. But I knew it was my mother’s birthday and I had to show her a good time. So when that dance was over I went to my mom who was still barely able to look at me. And in a deep sexy voice that I hoped no one would recognize, “Come on sexy, this is your birthday, don’t you want to open your present.” At that point I was dancing right in front of her face. She half apologized, “I can’t I’m a married woman it just wouldn’t be right, and I am old enough to be your mother, this is just not right.” She started to get up to leave but I grabbed her waist and was starting to dance with her. In the same disguise voice, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but at least give me a chance, you might like it. And besides, do I look like your son.” That was all it took for her to throw caution to the wind and join in on the fun. She started dancing with me, grinding her hips into mine, letting me put my hands on her ass to push our pelvises even tighter together. She turned around so that her ass was grinding and moving into my hard dick. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and thighs, all while her friends and sister leered and cheered her on. I was surprised at how much I was enjoying dirty dancing with my mother. As far as older women go, my mom is pretty good looking. This was her 40th birthday and she looked just the same as she did on her 30th birthday. Her tits were not the biggest nor were they anything to ignore. It wasn’t until her ass was grinding into me that I noticed how nice and soft her ass was. It was big, but I see that as just more cushion for the pushin’. She had beautiful dark green eyes and long flowing brown hair. I should also mention the alcohol at this party was very strong and plentiful. My mother and her friends would take shots that I put in between thighs, and lick it off my toned body. Needless to say my mother was quite tipsy after a while and the shy embarrassed married woman disappeared and all that was left was a crazy wild teenager. She loved dancing with me tight so that she could feel my dick pressing against her through my black thong. After a while though I could not control my excitement and neither could she. I decided to use a move I do whenever I want a girl to make a move and fuck me. I sat her down and gave her another lap dance. This time I stood up on the arms of the chair with my hard dick inches away from her face and started air humping. This usually encourages girls to grab my junk and start sucking it. She didn’t swallow the bait though; instead she just enjoyed the show. So I went for my foolproof finale. I sat back down grinding my hips into hers, getting her and me really excited. Then I took one of her hands and put it into my thong. She hesitated at first but could not resist getting her hands on my staff. At first she just placed her hand on my dick but then she got into it and really grabbed a good hold on it. To cheers from her friends. In my sexy voice, “Did you find a toy you want to play with?” “Oh yes. I want to play with this toy. Take it out for me.” I stood up and with my back facing the waiting crowd I took my thing off. I covered myself and then turned around to the group of drunk, horny women telling me to move my hands. I took one hand off, keeping one to hide the goods and took my mother’s hand. I once more put her hand on my dick and once more she took it into her hands. She jacked me off while looking at my dick she was fascinated by it. I asked her, “Do you like my stripper pole?” “It’s the biggest one I have ever seen.” I don’t mean to brag, but I do have a nice sized cock. It is nine inches long when hard and has a good thickness to it. Lets just say I haven’t met a woman I have not bee able to fill. I let my mother stroke me for a while, “Do you like how it feels?” “Yes, very much so.” “Do you want to taste it?” Her friends yelled, “Do it.” “Suck that big dick.” My aunt said, “If you don’t put that dick in your mouth then move over so I can get my lips around it.” She bit her lip and thought for a second. Her bashfulness had returned and I could see she was really nervous. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Listen, you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I am here to give you pleasure, but only if you want it.” Then I kissed her on the lips. Not the kind of kiss you normally get from a stripper or a son. It was gentle, passionate and beautiful. Our tongues met and danced around our mouths. When we broke the kiss I looked her in the eyes and she smiled at me. Not only were her confidence back, but her lust as well. She pulled me in for another kiss, but this one was deeper and harder. The first one was the kinds of kiss in romantic movies; this was a kiss for pornos. When she broke off she wasted no time and went straight for my throbbing cock. She got down on her knees right in front of me with my dick still in her warm hands. She gave me another stroke with her hand and then put it in her mouth. Her mouth was so soft, warm and wet. It was almost like a pussy. Her friends once more cheered her on. They were enjoying the show they were seeing almost as much as my mother and I were enjoying putting it on. My mother was an incredible cocksucker. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft, taking every inch of my manhood down her throat. At the same time she was playing with my balls with one of her hands, and using her tongue on the head of my dick. I could not help but think how lucky my fucking father was for having a woman who could pleasure every part of a man’s dick and balls at the same time and so effectively. The one thing that made her blowjob truly one of the best I have ever received was her eyes. The entire time she was going down on me she kept eye contact with me. Starring at me with her big green eyes. I don’t know why but there was something in her eyes that just made my infinitely more turned on then I already was. She kept a slow pace. Taking long strokes to get from head to base. After a few minutes of her constant pleasure I had to hold back my orgasm because as good as her blowjob was, I wanted to hold out long enough to shove my hard dick in her cunt. I went through the names of every baseball team and their cities and famous players, all to keep from cumming in my mother’s talented mouth. I stopped her and pulled my dick out of her mouth before I lost this uphill battle. When she realized her play toy was taken away she looked at me with curiosity, “What’s wrong, didn’t you like what I was doing?” “Oh I liked it very much, you are very good at that.” She blushed a little, I don’t know if she was blushing because I complemented her, or the fact that I was complementing her cocksucking skills. “In fact it was so good you just earned yourself a Zorro tongue job.” Her friends made another laud cheer, although to be honest most had passed out drunk. My aunt was still very much into seeing her kid sister fool around with (what they thought was) a complete stranger. I picked her up off the floor and sat her down in a chair. I did a bit more lap dancing, just for good measure. Grinding my ass into her lap and then turning around to dry hump her. My cock was flying around as I humped the space between our groins. She pulled me in for another deep hard kiss. She grabbed my dick and stroked it a bit more. She whispered to me, “I want this inside of me. Please fuck me.” I could not believe those words actually came out of my mother’s mouth. She was begging me, “Fuck me Zorro, fuck me now, I need to feel you inside of me.” I was undoing her pants and managed to undo them. I lifted her up on her feet and pulled them down to her ankles. I went back up and did the same to her bikini bottom panties. My mother was standing there in front of me naked from the waist down, begging me to fuck her. I thought I was in a dream. She sat back down in the little folding chair and spread her legs wide. Giving me a perfect view of her pussy. It was red and puffy from excitement. Even from a distance I could see the juice leaking out and I could tell she was wet and horny. She looked me in the eyes again and started rubbing her pussy, “Please Zorro, don’t make me do this all by myself.” That woke me out of my trance and I was heading over. I kneeled down and positioned my dick at her waiting entrance. I rubbed my head up and down the length of her slit. Enjoying the wetness and feel of her outer lips. She could stand it no more. She trusted her hips forward and shoved my head into her love tunnel. She gave a little moan and her body shivered. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as if she was in pain. I froze and waited to she if she was ok. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. “My your cock quite the lethal weapon” “You haven’t seen anything yet.” And I shoved another inch or two of my thick cock into her tight pussy. She gave a little scream and grabbed my arms. After another second I waited, “If you like I can stop and pull out” This got her attention, “Fuck no, I want this cock inside me, just please go gentle, I have never had anything this big inside me before.” I must admit this was a giant feed into my ego. To know that my dick was the biggest to ever fuck my mother, even bigger than my father, was a huge ego boost. I could not help but feel like a real man. I did as she asked and slowly and gently slid my dick deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. When I was most of the way in I started pulling out, also slowly. When nothing but my head was inside her I started pushing my dick back inside of her. This time I gave her a bit more than before. I continued with these long, slow strokes until the entire length of my dick was hidden inside of her. I continued slowly fucking her, enjoying the feeling of her velvety flesh squeezing my penetrating cock. When I was sure her pussy was stretched out and she had gotten used to my size I started picking up speed. I was still gentle but slowly speeding up. I could hear my mother moaning in pleasure as I quickened my pace. And her hips bucked even faster to meet up with me. Our slow rhythm had soon speed to astronomical speeds. My cock looked like a blur as I shoved it in and out of her pussy. And she was bucking like a bronco so that the force of our fuck was doubled. Not only that but her vocalization also escalated from soft moans to screaming. I was surprised her passed out friends didn’t wake up from her screams and curses. After awhile of missionary fucking I pulled out and told her to get up and bend over the chair. My aunt, who was the only one still awake and watching, told my mother in a very serious voice, “Do what he says I think this boy means business.” I looked at her and told her, “just wait when I’m done with your sister I’ll give you the business too. “I can’t wait.” When my mother stood up her legs where wobbly and she seemed weak. I ripped her blouse off and took of her lace bra. Her boobs were not huge but the nipples sure made up for it. They were large and hard as diamonds. I licked them and lightly gave each one a bite, to moans of pleasure from my mom. When I was sure I had licked every square inch of her tits I turned her around and with a hand on her shoulder pushed her down so she was bent over her chair. This time I did not start slow. I shoved my dick all the way to the hilt and held it there for a second. My mother screamed and if I were not holding her down she would have shoot up from shock. I leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Do you still want me to fuck you?” “God yes, give it to me as hard as you can, I was so close to cumming.” I kissed the back of neck and grabbed her hips. I started up again and with in seconds I was pounding her pussy just as hard as before if not harder. I used my hips and my hands to slam my dick as hard and fast into her cunt as I could. And each time I did I heard my balls slapping her pussy and her telling me to, “Keep going. Just like that. Don’t stop.” She kept screaming and bucking her hips and soon she shoot up her body rigid and she could not make a sound. Every muscle in her body was contracted and solid for a few seconds. This made her already tight pussy even tighter. And when they were in reach I grabbed two nice handfuls of breasts. It took her a long time to come down from her high, especially since I did not stop pounding her. When she did she collapsed on the floor, unable to hold her own weight on her feet. Concerned I bent down to see if she was ok. She smiled at me and said, “That was the greatest moment of my entire life. Thank you for that.” with that she passed out into her own sexcoma. Part of me was happy I was able to give my mom suck pleasure on her birthday, and another part of me was pissed because I still didn’t cum yet. It was then that my aunt walked over to me and sat next to me and her passed out sister. “Damn, you sure do know how to fuck a woman.” When I turned to look at her she kissed me on the mouth. It was a deeply passionate kiss and I knew where this was going. We went over to a chair and I sat down as she straddled me and continued to kiss me hard. I grabbed her ass through her skirt and she was grinding her wet panties into my dick. At this point we were both incredibly horny we didn’t bother with foreplay or even taking off her clothes. She reached down and moved her panties out of the way. She also took my still rock hard dick and feed it into her soaking hole. She sat down with all her weight impaling herself on my dick. She broke our kiss so she could catch her breath. She looked at me, “Damn, now I know why my sister passed out after having this monster inside of her.” “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I moved her ass up and down and my exhausted hips kept in rhythm with it. Soon we were fucking just as hard as I was fucking my mom a few minutes ago. Her tits were bouncing inside her shirt and bra. She opened it up and shoved my face right between her cleavage. His breasts where a full cup size bigger than my mom’s and feeling them surround my head was a serious turn on. I somehow found the strength to stand up and hold my aunt in my arms. She was dangling there in the air with nothing but my strong arms and hard dick to support her. I walked over and pushed against the wall. “Holy fuck baby I’m gonna cum,” she screamed as I hummed her into the wall. This was a welcome sound because my own balls were hurting and I knew I would blow any second now. “I’m gonna cum too. Where do you want it?” “I don’t want you to take this beautiful dick out of my pussy. Fill me with your seed.” “Is that how you want it you sperm hungry whore?” “Yes, oh God yes, fill me like the whore I am.” And with that my aunt and me came together in a mountain shaking orgasm. I lost count of the number of times I squirted inside her cunt and the fountain of her own juices seemed to be endless. When our orgasms subsided I put her down on the ground and took my still semi-hard dick out of her pussy. We both sat down and tried to catch our breath. She turned to me and said, “That was great Kevin, thanks.” “No problem Aunt Rachael I…WHAT?!?!?!?! You knew it was me. How long have you known?” “When I saw your cock I knew it was you. I used to peep in on you when you lived with your parents. I would love to see you jack off your monster dick. I am so happy I finally got a chance to fuck it myself. And boy was that worth the wait.” “Does mom know it was me?” “I don’t think so. She would not have done what she did if she knew it was her baby boy she was fucking.” “So if you knew it was me, why didn’t you stop mom from fucking me?” “I knew you could fuck her like your father can’t. She tells me he is not very good at making her cum. I figured you could give her a real birthday fuck. And after seeing you fuck Liz’s brains out I wanted a turn too. Besides after you gave her the best orgasm of her life it was only right that I got you off too.” “So now what? Should I tell mom it was me or not?” “Here is what we are going to do. First you are going to take off that mask and when you feel up to it you are going to fuck my brains out again. Then you will leave and never tell your mother what you do for living. I will tell her the stripper left after she passed out. And you will buy my silence by coming over to my place and giving me private shows and fucks whenever I want. Is that clear?” I looked down at my recovering cock still wet with her juice and back at her gorgeous half naked body. I threw off my mask and went over to her. I kissed her and told her that the plan sounds perfect. That happened four months ago. Now I still work at the club and every week or so I get a call from Aunt Rachael to come over and fuck her like an animal. I have found out that she is just as good at giving head as my mother and really knows how to ride a cock. My parents still have no idea what I do. But my mom does look at me weird sometimes. I wonder if she knows who gave her, her birthday present, and if she suspects what I will fill her stockings with for Christmas.
My name is Susan Walker and I am 40 years old and extremely beautiful. I weigh about 110 pounds and have the perfect bikini body with a tight, shapely ass, a flat stomach and just the right size pair of tits for my petite frame. My tits are still firm as a couple of grapefruit and their nipples are always hard. I love showing them off, so I seldom wear a bra. I think the last time I put one on was when we had to go to a funeral about a year ago. However, I decided at the last minute not to. I just wore a black women's business suit jacket and the matching skirt. After the funeral service was over, everyone went outside to place flowers on the casket sitting over the grave. When I took my turn to put flowers on it, I leaned way over and everyone's eyes immediately went to my beautiful naked breasts hanging down inside my business suit top. The people behind me got a great view also when they watched my short skirt rise up and expose the bottom of my naked ass cheeks. Even funerals can be fun sometimes! I just love the looks I get when I go grocery shopping wearing just a tank top and a pair of shorts. The cool air in the store makes my nipples perk up even more and they try to push their way through the thin material that restrains them. As I push my shopping cart around the store, my tits jiggle slightly and I frequently whip my long blonde hair around in the air. If I notice a nice looking man, or a beautiful girl watching me, I smile at them as I lick my lips over and over. Yes, I like women too. I especially like young girls in their early twenties with perfect bodies and hair. I have met more girls in the grocery store than anywhere else. All I do is get really close to them and start a conversation. After a couple of minutes, I decide whether or not I want to invite the girl over for a couple of drinks. Once they accept, I take a quick glance around the store, then take hold of their wrist and guide their hand underneath my tank top so they can get a preview of what is coming up later. They always show up at my house promptly on the day and time I give them. Sometimes they even bring their girlfriends and we have a threesome! Anyway, I am in the kitchen getting lemonade and vodka drinks for my twenty one year old daughter and myself. My husband is upstairs taking a nap, and my twenty two year old son, Tommy, should be arriving home from college for spring break at any time. Suddenly, I hear a car coming up our long driveway and run to the living room to see who it is. Oh! It's Tommy! I open the front door and run out to has car. Outside in the bright sunlight we immediately embrace and begin to passionately kiss each other. Tommy slides his hands down my back, runs them underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms and starts squeezing the cheeks of my ass while we stick our tongues in each others mouths. After a couple of minutes my son leans back a little and says "Mom, you and Krissy can kiss better than any of those girls at the college!" Just then I hear someone yelling "Hi Tommy! Hi Tommy and Susan!" I look across the street and see my neighbor Monica watching us while she waters her flowers with a garden hose. She has a fantastic body and I go over to her house regularly to have sex with her. I yell at Monica "My son Tommy is home from college for two weeks!" Monica replies "Tommy! My husband is out of town all week visiting his parents! Make sure you come over to have coffee with me if you have time! I have some new bikini swimsuits I want to model for you!" Tommy waves at her, then suddenly reaches around behind me and unties my bikini top. I immediately put my arms across my breasts so he can't pull it off, but he gives the top a big yank and throws it on the hood of his car. He loves looking at my naked body, but forcefully stripping my bikini top off outside in public is going to far! Just then a car going down the road slows down and the horn beeps. I look towards that direction and see it is a car full of good looking young men, so I wave to them. Then, I put my hands on my hips and sternly say to my son "Jesus Christ Tommy, can't you wait until later tonight to get me naked? Your father is upstairs taking a nap, but he may have gotten out of bed and might be in the living room watching us!" I lean over the hood of the car to get my bikini top and Tommy steps behind me and pulls my bikini bottoms down to my ankles. To avoid tripping, I step out of them and start running towards the front porch. My son quickly catches up to me and puts his arms around my waist. He pulls me back against his muscular, naked chest then moves both his hands up and grabs my naked tits. As I struggle to break free of his embrace, I scream at him "Tommy! Behave yourself!" Then I say "If you let go of me now, I will let you do anything you want to me inside our house." My son releases his grip from my breasts and I run into the house then walk over to the big picture window. I look up and down the road to see if there are any more neighbors that have just seen my son strip me naked in the driveway. Luckily, the only person I see is Monica. As I have been looking out the picture window, my son has taken off his shorts and is now completely naked. He steps behind me, runs his arms around to the front of me and grabs my tits with both hands. He pulls me back against his chest while he moves his hard cock up and down between my ass cheeks. I struggle to get away from him, but he pushes me up against the picture window. I look across the street and see Monica is looking directly at me with a big smile on her face. After a few seconds, Tommy forces me to turn around, and he guides me over to the couch. Then, he forces me to bend over, so I extend my arms and place my hands on the cushions to support myself. I look over my shoulder through the picture window and see that Monica is still watching us. She can see in our living room perfectly because we have a skylight we open during the day and it floods the room with a bright white light. Tommy has positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy and is ready penetrate me at any second. I say to him "Jesus Christ Tommy, you can't fuck me here in the living room with the neighbors watching!" My son thrusts his hips forward and his hard cock slides inside me about three or four inches. Oh my God it feels wonderful inside me! He then grabs my hips with both of his hand and begins to fuck the hell out of me. Jesus Christ does he have a big cock! We measured it once and it is ten inches long, but I think it may have grown since he went off to college! Being treated like a cheap slut by my son really turns me on, but I don't want him to know that, so I look over my shoulder at him and say "Stop fucking me right now you mother fucker!" Then I say "Your father may come downstairs at any moment and see you ramming your big hard cock into my tight little pussy! Stop fucking me right this moment before we get caught!" My son then pushes my head down and slaps my naked white ass over and over again. Slap, slap, slap. I shout at my son "Stop slapping me you fucking bastard! How am I going to explain to your father how I got red hand prints on my ass!" My son responds by grabbing my long blonde hair and yanks my head back while he continues thrusting his cock into me over and over. I just love it when he forcefully pulls on my hair, but I say to him "Let go of my hair you son of a bitch!" Suddenly, he lets go of my hair and pulls his cock out of me. I think he is done with me, but he grabs my shoulders and makes me stand up. Then, he pushes me across the room to the picture window. I look outside and see Monica and another one of my girlfriend neighbors, Michelle, standing in the street intently watching us. They wave to me and smile, so I wave back to them. Tommy immediately forces me up against the picture window and my tits compress against the glass and bulge out the sides of me. Then, he shoves his cock back into me, grabs my hips and starts fucking me again. Monica and Michelle just stand there in the street and watch as my son fucks the hell out of me for the next five minutes. Just then, I hear the patio door open, and I struggle to turn my head around to see who it is. Thank God it is not my husband! It is my daughter Krissy, and she is probably just going to get a glass of lemonade from the kitchen, then go back out to the pool area. She walks towards the refrigerator, but suddenly looks over towards the living room and sees Tommy fucking me up against the living room picture window. She so excited seeing her brother again that she runs over to us and begins kissing him. Tommy stops fucking me, but keeps his cock all the way inside my pussy while he and his sister passionately kiss each other. I look out the picture window and see that Monica must have run inside her house to get her camera, because she is taking pictures and video of what is going on in our living room. I look over my shoulder at my kids and see Tommy has slid his right hand under Krissy's bikini bottoms and is caressing her naked ass cheeks. After a minute, Krissy stands back while her brother places his hands back on my hips and goes back to ramming his cock in and out of me. In and out, in and out he keeps ramming his cock into my tight, little pussy. After a couple of minutes he says to Krissy "Get down on your knees next to me because I am going to shoot my load in your face!" My daughter immediately strips off her bikini and gets down like her brother told her. Tommy fucks me for a few more seconds, then pulls his cock out of me and aims it at his sister's face. Suddenly, a huge stream of sperm shoots out of him and hits her right in the eyes. She starts blinking to get her vision back, then Tommy shoots another big load right into her open mouth. She swallows a couple of times then reaches out, grabs her brother's cock and pulls him closer to her. She opens her mouth wide and forces his cock all the way down her throat. She keeps it inside of her for a few seconds, then backs her head away slowly. Krissy then says "Mom! Did you see that? I had Tommy's cock all the way inside my mouth just like you!" I tell my daughter that I am proud of her, then I look back through the picture window and see Monica and Michelle walking towards Monica's front porch. They almost get to the porch, then suddenly stop, put their arms around each other and start kissing! I watch them intently while they run their hands all over each others sexy bodies. Suddenly, Monica unties Michelle's bikini top and yanks it off her! Then, Monica holds the top over her head as Michelle starts jumping up to get it back. I am enjoying watching Michelle's firm twenty one year old breasts bounce around in the daylight, especially knowing that I have flicked my tongue around those hard nipples of hers on plenty of occasions. After a few seconds, Monica throws the bikini top back to Michelle and she casually pulls it over her breasts and turns around for Monica to tie the strings together. I run to the open front door and say "Monica! I want a copy of that video you just made of Tommy and myself when I come over for coffee at the regular time next week! Also, put your camera on your tripod and make a video of you and Michelle having fun this afternoon, just like you did when I was over your house last week! My husband really enjoyed it!" Monica yells back "I will turn on the video camera for you, but I don't think the video of Michelle and I will be as good as the one I took of you, Tommy and Krissy! Your tits looked so sexy squashed up against the picture window glass while your son fucked you from behind!" Suddenly, I hear a phone ring upstairs. My husband answers it and I can hear him talking. My kids and I quickly put our clothes back on and go to the kitchen for some refreshments. My husband comes downstairs after a few minutes, gives his son a big hug, then explains he has to go out on a job and will be back in a few days. He gives Krissy and I a quick kiss, then walks to the garage. I look at my son, smile and say "Guess what Tommy? Looks like you have to sleep with me tonight! That will be your punishment for almost getting us caught fucking in the living room." Krissy then says "Oh Mom! I wanted Tommy to sleep with me the next time he comes home! It's not fair!" Tommy says "Krissy, I made this friend at college, and she just happens to live a few blocks away. She is really pretty, but she is a lesbian. I told her about you and Mom and she wants to meet you both. In otherwards, she wants to have sex with you and Mom. I will call her up and invite her over to spend the night with you." Krissy gets terribly excited and begs her brother to call her. My son gets on the phone and calls his friend Carol. She accepts the invitation and is looking forward to spending the night with Krissy. I tell Tommy that I want to talk to Carol for a minute so he hands the phone to me. I invite Carol for dinner and ask her if fresh ground steak burgers with homemade potato salad is okay. She says that sounds great, then I tell her to make sure she brings over her bikini, but she does not have to wear it if she does not want to. She laughs, then says she will be here at six o'clock sharp. I hang up the phone, then tell the kids to get out of the kitchen and have fun swimming while I make the potato salad. At exactly six o'clock I have all celery, onions and bell pepper cut up for the potato salad. In a few minutes I will be able to chop the potatoes into sections after they cool down a little bit more. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I walk through the living room to see who is there. I open the door and I see the most beautiful twenty one year old female I have ever seen in my life. Jesus Christ, she must be close to six feet tall and her body is absolutely perfect! Her huge tits have nipples that are poking through the fabric of her sheer blouse and her skirt must be the shortest one I have ever seen! I reach out my hand to shake hers, but she puts her arms around me and gives me the best kiss from a woman I have ever had in my life! After the kiss, I feel a little unsteady on my feet, but manage to lead her into the kitchen to make her a lemonade and vodka drink. I open the freezer, get some ice cubes to put in the glass, then pour the lemonade into it. Then, I hand the ice cold glass to her and she takes a swallow while staring directly at my pussy. She says "Oh, this tastes good Mrs Walker, and I bet you do too!" Then, she steps closer to me and leans down to kiss me. Our lips touch, then our tongues start playing with each other. After a few seconds we break our kiss, then she places her glass on the kitchen table and pulls two different colored bikinis from her purse. She holds them up and asks me which one I like best. I tell her the black one matches her long hair and I bet it will look good on her. She asks me "Is it okay Mrs Walker if I change into it here, or do you want me to go upstairs?" I tell her "Oh no, please feel free to change here. Tommy and Krissy are out by the pool and my husband is away on business." As I grab my glass to put some more ice cubes I notice that I am trembling with excitement to see what Carol looks like in the nude. Carol looks me directly in the eyes as she slowly unbuttons her blouse and pulls it down off her shoulders. Jesus Christ what a magnificent pair of tits she has! I can't stop looking at them! They are big and firm and her dark brown, hard nipples must be sticking straight out about half an inch. I tell her "Oh Carol, you have gorgeous breasts! I don't think I have seen a pair that are so perfect as yours!" She replies "Would you like to touch them?" I immediately sit my lemonade drink on the kitchen counter and walk over towards her. I stop about a foot from her, then reach up with both hands, quickly give them a feel, then start to turn around. Carol immediately reaches down, grabs my left wrist and says "Mrs Walker, don't be shy!" Then, she raises my arm and places my hand back on her breast. She says "Please spend a minute or so touching them. It feels so nice having a beautiful woman squeeze them and pinch the nipples." I am thrilled to please her, so I put both my hands back on her tits and start playing with them. I look up at her while I am gently pinching her nipples and we begin to passionately kiss each other. After a couple of minutes, I break the kiss, reluctantly release her gorgeous breasts and walk back to the kitchen counter to get my lemonade. I take a drink from my glass and watch as Carol puts her thumbs inside of her skirt and pushes it down. Jesus Christ, she is so physically fit that I can see every muscle in her body expand and contract as she steps out of her skirt. After she places her skirt on the kitchen table, I can't help myself from staring directly at her pussy for a few seconds. It is beautiful! She must have just shaved it this morning because it is so smooth! I just want to get on my knees and bury my face between her legs, but she does not ask if I want to. Anyway, I can't stand here and stare at her like this, so I put my drink down and start chopping up the potatoes. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her naked body approaching behind me and she puts her arms around my waist. She whispers in my ear "Mrs Walker, is there anything you would like me to do for you?" I can feel her naked hard nipples poking me in the back as she slowly moves her naked pussy back and forth against my bikini clad ass cheeks. I am trembling with excitement and unable to speak as she moves her hands up under my bikini top so she can feel my naked hard nipples. I continue chopping the potatoes as she removes her hands from my breasts and unties the strings holding my bikini top together. She starts pulling it down, so I relax my arms for a second to let her take it off me, then go back to chopping the potatoes. Carol takes my bikini top and throws it on the kitchen table, then puts her hands back on my tits and begins gently caressing them while she leans over me and kisses my neck. She is breathing heavily and after a few seconds, she pushes my bikini bottoms down to the floor. I step out of them, then Carol gets down to her knees behind me, picks them up and throws them onto the kitchen table. Then, she starts running her hands up and down my smooth shaven legs. She looks up at me and says "Mrs Walker, your legs are the most shapely ones I have ever put my hands on! They are so smooth and you have a nice tan!" I tell her "Thank you," then she grasps both my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. She says "Oh Mrs Walker, your ass looks so inviting! May I stick my tongue in it?" Without waiting for a reply, Carol presses her face against my asshole and rams her tongue in it. Jesus Christ, her tongue is fucking long and I can feel it flick around inside me. I start moaning softly as she continues licking my ass for the next few minutes. Suddenly, I realize that I had meant to go down to the liquor store for some more vodka earlier, but had forgotten. I say to her "Carol, we are out of Vodka and we have to go down to the liquor store to buy some more. We have the whole night ahead of us, and I want all of us to get really loaded tonight and do kinky things to each other. I will even jack off my son in front of you if you want, but right now, get your blouse and skirt on and let's go down to the liquor store." Then I say "I want to get video of us shopping in the nude. I will tell my daughter to come with us to take the movie while you and I have fun walking around naked." She immediately stops pulls her tongue out of my ass and stands up next to me. She says "Oh Mrs Walker, I have always wanted to do something like that, but I could never get anyone to go with me!" I shout out the kitchen window "Krissy, come in here and meet Carol!" Within a few seconds the sliding door to the patio opens and Carol and I watch as Krissy strips out of her wet bikini and throws it over the back of a patio chair. Krissy steps into the kitchen, closes the patio door, then walks over to Carol. They give each other a quick kiss, then Carol takes hold of Krissy's hand and looks her up and down. She says "Oh Krissy, I have been wanting to meet you for such a long time. Your brother is right, you do have a fantastic body and I love your smooth, shaven pussy." I tell Krissy to run upstairs, get dressed and bring her video camera with her because she is going to take a movie of Carol and myself at the liquor store. Within a couple of minutes, Krissy is back in the kitchen and Carol has put her blouse and skirt on. I do not to put any clothes on because I will just have to take them off again when we get to the store. We walk out to the garage, get in my Cadillac and we speed down to the liquor store and park right outside the entrance. I hesitate for a second about getting out of the car and going in the store because it is broad daylight, and there a lot of cars in the parking lot. But, the girls are really excited about our "adventure," so I can't let them down. I take a deep breath, then open the car door and get out. Carol and Krissy have already jumped out of the car on the passenger side and are excitedly stripping naked in the bright sunlight while traffic flows back and forth on the busy street in front of the liquor store. Krissy opens the liquor store entrance door open for Carol and myself, then lets go of it and turns on her video camera. She starts capturing Carol and I holding hands walking naked to the Vodka department. We spend a few minutes selecting which brand to purchase while about six or seven lucky male shoppers gather around us. I am fucking horny as hell walking around naked in a liquor store while people watch me, so I put my arms around Carol and begin to kiss her. While we are kissing, we run our hands all over each others naked bodies. We are really putting on a show for the customers and more of them have come over to watch us in action. After a few seconds, without warning, Carol drops to her knees and buries her face in my pussy. Krissy steps a little closer to get better video of me grabbing the back of Carol's head and force her face harder against me while I look into the camera and smile. After a couple of minutes, I feel a strong orgasm building up in me and I scream loudly "Jesus Fucking Christ!," then my whole body shudders and I feel unsteady on my feet. Carol immediately stands up and puts an arm around me. After a few seconds I regain my composure, then all three of us walk over to the checkout counter. I put the half gallon of vodka on the counter top and the cute girls says to me "Should I just add this to your account Mrs Walker?" I say "Yes please," then we run out of the store and hop back into my car. We begin to laugh as I pull out of the store parking lot and head back to our house. I look in my rear view mirror and see about a dozen customers standing in the parking lot watching us drive away. Within a couple of minutes we are parked in my driveway and all three of us naked girls get out and walk to the front porch. I look over my shoulder across the street and I see activity on the front porch of Monica's house, but I can't quite make it out, so I stop and shade my eyes from the setting sun with my hand so I can see better. Jesus Christ! Monica and Michelle are completely naked in a sixty nine position on Monica's front porch! I yell over at them "Hey you two across the street! What are you doing having sex on the front porch while people are driving by!" Monica lifts her head up from Michelle's pussy and yells "We watched the video of your son fucking you against the picture window! We got so fucking horny we decided to give each other orgasms on my front porch while people drive by and watch us!" I yell back at them "Are you getting this on video, because I want a copy of it!" Monica replies "Of course I am, now let me get back to licking this twenty one year old girls pussy so we can make a great video for you!" My daughter and Carol have already gone inside the house and are sitting on the couch watching the action across the street. I make my way to the kitchen and mix up a big batch of lemonade and vodka drinks, with plenty of ice cubes. As I pour ourselves fresh glasses of lemonade, I glance over at my daughter and her new friend Carol. They really like each other and are passionately kissing while they run their hand all over each others naked bodies. Within a couple of minutes, Carol is on her knees in front of Krissy feverishly licking her pussy up and down. I bring the girls a couple of drinks and set them down on the coffee table. Carol stops licking Krissy's pussy for a few seconds to take a couple of large swallows of lemonade, then she buries her face back between her legs. I sit down in a comfortable chair next to the couch and alternate between watching the live sex show across the street and the one right next to me. After a while Krissy's moaning is making me fucking horny again, so I get down on the carpet behind Carol, push her white ass cheeks apart and begin licking her asshole. Just then, my son Tommy walks into the living room and asks if he should turn on the grill and start cooking the burgers. I stop licking Carol's asshole then say "Jesus Christ, were having so much fun I almost forgot about dinner." I tell Tommy to get the burgers out of the refrigerator and start cooking them while I get the patio table ready. I give Carol one last kiss on her ass, then get to my feet. For the fifteen minutes or so, the three of us naked girls sit around the patio table enjoying our drinks while we watch my son grilling the hamburgers. When they are done, I get up to get the potato salad, then bring it back to the table. We are having great conversation and are enjoying looking at each others naked bodies. After about an hour I say "Well, it is getting late. Let's go inside and watch television for a while before we go to pair off and go upstairs to go to bed." I tell Krissy to get her video camera, mount it on a tripod in the corner of the living room pointed at the couch and leave it running. She does as I say and soon we are all comfortably nude watching a lesbian DVD movie. Carol is sitting in the big chair with her legs spread wide apart while my daughter Krissy sits on the floor in front of her. Carol keeps both of her hands on Krissy's head and gently moves it back and forth against her pussy while she has casual conversation with Tommy and myself. After a few minutes Carol blurts out "So, Mrs Walker, I hear that you like to suck your son's cock!" Even though I have been making out with my son on the couch and stroking his cock up and down, I did not think that she would bring up the subject. Carol then says "I would really like to see you suck Tommy's big cock. Will you please do that for me? If you suck his cock, I will do anything you want me to." As she talks, I notice she is pulling my daughters head harder against her pussy. My daughter smiles and me and says "Go ahead Mom! Suck Tommy's cock while we watch!" I say "Well, okay Carol. Krissy, get up and position the video camera so we have a good shot of this." Krissy immediately gets up and adjusts the video camera so it will take a better view of what is happening on the couch. She then sits back down on the carpet in front of Carol, and Carol leans forward and begins fondling Krissy's cute little tits. I have this idea to make this a really good porno film, so I tell Tommy we are going to act for the camera. I am going to play an innocent housewife, while her son is begging her to let him see her breasts for the first time. I get up from the couch and tell Tommy that we have to go upstairs and put some clothes on before we begin the first scene of the movie. I tell him to put on a shirt and shorts, and when I get to my bedroom, I select a sheer white blouse, some modest dark blue panties and matching color skirt. Within seconds my son and I are back sitting on the couch and Tommy says to me "Mom, I have not done much acting. What do you want me to do?" I tell him "Well, remember that time when you asked me to show you how to kiss?" He replies "I remember that like it was yesterday! After we were kissing for a while, you took off your blouse and let me play with your tits while you jacked me off for the first time!" I say "Well, we are going to do the same thing right after I make us some fresh drinks." I make a couple of trips back and forth from the kitchen to get all four of us fresh lemonade and vodka drinks, then I sit back down on the couch next to my son. Okay Tommy, now get up off the couch and go to the front door. Wait a couple of seconds, then come back to the couch and begin acting. Krissy jumps up and makes a couple of adjustments to the video camera, then walks over to me and gets on her knees between my legs. She raises up and leans forward to kiss me. We spend a minute passionately tongue kissing, then she leans back and says "Mom, this is going to be a really great video! I can't wait to watch it again later!" She moves over in front of Carol, then Tommy slowly walks into frame and sits down next to me on the couch. He says "Mom, I was out with a girl, and she says that I don't know how to kiss properly. Will you show me how to kiss the right way?" I tell him "Oh Tommy, I can't teach you how to kiss like that! I am your mother and you will probably tell all your friends that you and I french kiss everyday!" Tommy says "What is french kissing Mom?" I reply "Oh Jesus Christ Tommy, I will show you how to kiss if you don't tell all your friends. This will have to be a secret between you and me!" We start kissing for a while, then Tommy says "Mom, I have never seen a real pair of women's tits before. Would you please open your blouse for just a second so I can see what they look like?" I reply "Tommy, first it was kissing, now you want to look at my tits! Well, okay, but just one quick look at them!" I unbutton my blouse and flash my braless tits at Tommy, then begin to button it back up. Tommy grabs my wrist and pleads with me to have another look at them. I think to myself that this is really innocent enough, so I open the blouse while he stares at my beautiful breasts and their hard nipples. My son asks me "Mom, can I touch them? Just for a second! Please let me touch them! If you let me, I will do anything you want for the next week!" I say "Well, okay, but promise you will never tell anybody about this!" I pull the blouse completely off me and throw it on the floor, then lean back in the couch and tell Tommy to go ahead and feel them as much as he wants. He awkwardly reaches over and begins caressing them, so I tell him it would be better of he got between my legs. He gets off the couch and positions himself between my legs, then leans forward and begins to suck on one, then the other. I tell him "Oh Tommy, you are a fast learner! Keep doing that to your Mommy!" After a couple of minutes he is running his hands up and down my smooth, shaven legs while he continues sucking on my breasts and gently biting their hard nipples. I am getting extremely horny and should stop this activity, but I am enjoying myself too much. My skirt has moved up quite a way over the past couple of minutes, and my panties are clearly visible. Tommy suddenly stops and says "Mom, I have never seen a woman's pussy in real life. Can I pull down your skirt and panties so I can see yours?" I respond to him "Well, okay, but you are never to tell any one about this!" Tommy immediately unzips my skirt and pulls it down, then yanks my panties off. He says "Oh Mom, your pussy does not have any hair on it! It looks so smooth! Can I touch it Mom? Please! Please let me touch your pussy!" I tell him "Oh Tommy, you might as well. You have touched all the rest of me. Go ahead and touch it if you want to." My son immediately starts running his hands all over my pussy for a few seconds, then moves his hands underneath me, grabs my ass cheeks and buries his face between my legs. My hips involuntarily start bucking up and down into his face as he feverishly licks my pussy and jams his tongue inside me. I am getting horny as hell and try to push him away from me, but he continues fucking me with his tongue. After a couple of minutes he stops and says "Oh Mom, your pussy tastes so fucking good! I want to put my cock in it! Please Mom, let me put my cock in your pussy! Just this one time! I promise I will never tell anyone! Please Mom, just let me push it in a little bit!" I tell him "Well, okay, just this one time, but remember your promised never to tell anyone, and you will never ask me again to let you put your cock inside me!" My son quickly stands up and pulls his shorts off. I take a look at my son's cock and think to myself "Oh my God, I have never seen a cock this big before!" I sit up straight on the couch and grasp it. Jesus Christ, it must be at least ten inches long, and my fingers will not even go around it! I stroke it a few times and it is getting harder and longer! I tell him "Jesus Christ Tommy, you have big cock here son! I don't think it will fit in my mouth or my pussy!" Tommy says "Oh Mom, see if it will fit in your mouth! You don't have to put the whole thing in, just see of you can get the head of it past your lips!" I reply "Well, okay, I will try!" I open my mouth as far as I can then guide my son's cock into it. Jesus Christ it is fucking big! It pushes against my lips, then pops in. Suddenly, Tommy grabs the back of my head with both hands and pulls it forward. His cock hits the back of my throat and starts going down it. I begin to gag and push him away from me." I say "Damn you Tommy! Don't ever do that again! It has been awhile since I learned how control my gag reflex and breath through my nose! Now, get down on your knees in front of me and let's see if your big cock will fit into my tight, little pussy!" Tommy apologizes for being so rough with me, then gets on his knees. I move as far forward on the couch as I possibly can get and spread my legs apart as far as they will go. We both look down between our legs as I grasp his huge cock and position it at the entrance to my pussy. I can feel Tommy's cock pulsate in my hand as I move it to the right spot, then tell him to thrust his hips forward just a little bit. I remove my hand, and we both keep looking down between our legs. My pussy lips start to separate and my son's cock slowly begins to work it's way inside me. I tell him to move his hips slowly forward so we can watch his cock sliding into me. After about five or six inches of it are in me, Tommy says that he thinks he can't go any further. I am trembling with excitement about having the biggest cock I have ever seen slowly disappearing inside me, so I tell him to withdraw it most of the way out, then start pushing it back in again. He does as I ask and after pushing harder, he gets all but about two inches inside me. He says "Well, that is all I think you can take today Mom. Can we try this again tomorrow?" I tell him "No! Pull it back out all the way and then push it back in again! I am sure I can get all ten inches inside me this time!" My son pulls his cock all the way out of me and rubs the head of it and down my pussy. Jesus Christ that feels good having his cock slide up and down my clit! I want to do this over and over again, but I can't let him know! I will just let him wonder for the next few days, then I want to fuck my son again, and again, and again. My son starts again pushing his cock into me, and this time it is sliding into me more easily. With about two inches to go, I tell him to give it one more big thrust. He grabs my ass cheeks and shoves it in all the way. I look down and see that his cock is completely buried all the way in my pussy! Jesus Christ I feel fucking wonderful! I start to passionately kiss my son while he begins to ram his cock in and out of me. After about five minutes, sweat is dripping off him and he says "Mom, I am going to shoot a big load of sperm! Can I shoot it inside you? Please Mom, let me shoot my sperm inside your pussy!" I tell him "Tommy, that would be incest! You can't do that! When you are ready, just stand up and shoot it into my mouth!" Within a few seconds he stands up and I grab his cock to guide it into my mouth. I can feel his cock jerk violently and a huge amount of sperm fills my mouth. I swallow over and over, but his sperm keeps coming so I have to pull my head backwards. His cock pops out of me, then he ejaculates again! His sperm splashes all over my face and it begins to drip off my chin onto my tits. Jesus Christ, I never seen anything like this in my entire life! He must have had a quart of sperm inside him! All of a sudden Krissy and Carol get to their feet and give Tommy and myself a "standing ovation." The clap their hands together and whistle loudly, then reach over to Tommy and myself to shake our hands. Carol says "Mrs Walker, that was the best porn movie I think I have ever seen in my entire life! It was fantastic!" Now that we have completed the video, Krissy gets to her feet and goes over to get the video camera. She walks back to Carol, grabs her by the wrist and tells her to come up to her bedroom. She says "I want you to watch how I make a DVD Movie, then we will get into bed and watch it together." Moments later, I get up and turn off the television. I stand completely naked in front of my son sitting on the couch, put my hands on my hips and say "Tommy, you did an excellent job of acting tonight! That video we made was just like the first time we had sex together! Now, let's go up to bed!" Early in the morning, about eight o'clock, I open my eyes and see my son on top of me. His cock in going in and out of my pussy very slowly. I thank him for not fucking me so fast and urge him to continue to slowly fuck me as long as he wants. Suddenly, my daughter and Carol appear in the doorway and ask if they can sit down next to me because they have something they want to talk about. I tell them it is okay, so they walk hand in hand over to the bed and watch as Tommy slowly pushes his cock into me, then pulls it back out again. Over and over during the next ten minutes while I talk with my daughter and Carol, he slowly keeps fucking me. He is such a wonderful son! I love him! After a while, I can tell Carol is extremely turned on but watching the live fuck session in front of her, so she lays down next to us and pulls Krissy over between her legs. Krissy immediate starts licking her pussy, then Carol looks over at me and says "Mrs Walker, I have never had a cock in my pussy before, but I have always wanted to try one." While my son is supporting himself on his elbows and slowly fucking me, I ask her if she would like Tommy to be her first one. I don't know why I said that because Tommy is doing such a great job right now fucking me and I do not want share him with anyone. He keeps pushing his ten inch cock all the way inside my pussy, then pulls it back all the way out. He waits for a second, then slowly pushes it all the way back in until it will not go any further. I am in fucking heaven! But, something inside me says that I want to help her, so I push my son off me and tell them all to take a shower together and meet me at the pool in thirty minutes. After they leave my bedroom, I feel so worthless with a void feeling between my legs. Damn, I want my son's cock back in me as soon as possible. After I take a cold shower, I feel a lot better and walk naked down the stairs and out to the pool area. The children are all nude and splashing around in the morning sun enjoying themselves. Carols sees me and swims to the edge of the pool towards me. She gets out of the pool dripping wet and stands up. Jesus Christ, her body is so fantastic it is hard to describe. The water droplets cascade down her and drip onto the patio floor. It seems like I am in a dream and have never got out of bed when she drops to her knees in front of me and starts licking my pussy. I grab a hold of the back of her head and force it harder into me while Krissy and Tommy swim to the edge of the pool and watch. After a couple of minutes she looks up at me and says "I talked with Tommy last night and he is willing to be my first one! Krissy already has the video camera set up and we will start first by you laying down on the beach blanket while I lick your pussy. Is that okay with you Mrs Walker?" I tell her "Of course it is okay honey!." As I get up to walk over to the blanket, my daughter gets out of the pool and turns on the video camera. Carol immediately gets between my legs and starts licking my pussy lips. Jesus Christ her tongue feel good running up and down my pussy! Krissy then lays down next to me and her brother immediately gets out of the pool, positions his cock at her pussy entrance then pushes forward. His cock pops in and he starts fucking her right next to Carol and myself. I tell them "Stop what you are doing right now! Tommy, pull your cock out of your sister this second!" They both do what I say and then I tell them "Tommy, you friend Carol wants you to have your cock to be the first one in her pussy! She has never had one in her before, and she wants you to be the first one. You can fuck your sister anytime you want, but right now, I want you to fuck your friend Carol." Tommy says "But Mom, I told her last night when I was drunk that I would fuck her! I changed my mind because she just as tall as I am! I can't fuck a girl that is six feet tall! Her pussy must be as big as a garage door. I would rather fuck you or my sister any day, than to fuck a lesbian amazon woman!" Carol gets up on her hands and knees lays down next to me. She is crying and tears are streaming down her face. She says "I knew this would happen! The first time I want a cock, in me and I get turned down! I am so big and ugly that nobody wants to fuck me!" I look over at Tommy and say "Jesus Christ Tommy! I bet Carol has the finest pussy you will ever sink your cock into! If you do not fuck Carol right now, I will never ever let you fuck me again, and I am not kidding Tommy! Now, get over here and fuck her!" Tommy reluctantly moves over and positions himself on top of Carol. She is still crying while Tommy aims his cock into her pussy and pushes against her pussy lips. He pushes and pushes but his cock won't go into her. Tommy says "Jesus Christ Mom, her pussy is so fucking tight, I can't get my cock inside her!" I reach over to get the tanning oil next to me, take the top off it and push the bottle into Carol's pussy. I squeeze the bottle until it is empty, then tell Tommy to try again. Carols reaches between her legs, grabs Tommy's cock and positions it to enter her pussy. Krissy and I watch as Tommy's cock slowly pushes Carols pussy lips apart, then starts going in. After a few seconds he gets about four or five inches into her. Suddenly, Carol screams for him to back it out, then try again. Tommy immediately pulls his cock all the way out of her, then slowly pushes it back in again. They do this over and over again until I can see his ten inch cock buried all the way inside her. He looks over at me and says "Mom, I can feel every muscle in her pussy contracting around my cock. I have never felt a pussy feel so good in my life!" Then, I look at Carol and she smiles. I am so happy for her! She is enjoying herself immensely knowing that her pussy feels wonderful to Tommy! Tommy starts fucking Carol faster and faster. Pretty soon he is fucking the hell out of her! I can see that she is enjoying herself immensely, but she is just laying there silently. So, I tell her to make it more exciting for the man, you have to moan and talk dirty to him while he is fucking you. Carol immediately begins to moan loudly and shouts at Tommy to keep ramming his cock into her. After a couple of minutes Carol's eyes roll back in her head, and she is silent. Tommy keeps fucking her motionless body, so I order him to get off her. He ignores me and continues ramming his cock in and out of her. I say "Jesus Christ Tommy, can't you see she has passed out? Get the fuck off her! She has had enough for her first time!" My son suddenly stops, raises up and shoots a load of sperm all over Carol's stomach and tits. Jesus Christ, he must have ejaculated a quart of sperm all over her beautiful, muscular body! I panic a little bit, but notice Carol is still breathing. In a few seconds she opens her eyes, looks at me and says "I just had a dream about having the best orgasm of my life! Your son Tommy fucked the hell out of me until I passed out!" I say to her "Carol, that was not a dream honey! My son Tommy just fucked the hell out of you, and you loved it! Turns out you are not a lesbian after all. You love men just as equally as women. You are welcome to stay here at our house as long as you want." Carol says "I want to stay tonight if I can sleep with Tommy!" I tell her "Okay, but we have to go up to the liquor store today!" We all laugh then jump into the pool.
Fbailey story number 257 Open Leg Policy My wife and our two daughters have an open leg policy around me. If strangers are around they are perfect ladies but alone they sure can spread them wide. With or without panties I always get a fantastic view between their legs. It all started right after I married my wife. She obviously knew that I married her wonderful pussy and that her body just came along, as it’s life support system. She made sure that whenever she sat down that her legs faced me and that I could see her panties, if she were wearing any. That ‘open leg policy’ stayed in effect after our two daughters were born too. There never seemed to be any reason to change that policy and our two daughters just grew up with that in-house rule. Even when they were a fourteen-year-old and a thirteen-year-old and they knew better they continued to open their legs for me just like their mother does. Although their panties became more and more skimpy and much more beautiful to look at they continued. It was almost an every day event for me to see part of their panties slipped partway or even all the way up into their moist slits. Then almost every night when they had changed for bed I got a look at their bare pussies. At night like that they seemed to enjoy sitting Indian style with their legs spread really wide for me and with their pussy lips opened up fully. I had watched their pubic hair grow, their pussies moisten, and then the pubic hair being trimmed away. Although I had seen their pussies every single day of their lives I had rarely ever seen their titties. On my thirty-sixth birthday things changed. Before bedtime my three girls came down to greet me wearing nothing but a smile. They stood right in front of my chair. They had written on their pussy mounds, HAPPY on my wife, BIRTH on my oldest daughter, and DAY on my youngest daughter. My oldest daughter Ashley then explained to me that my wife had the biggest mound so HAPPY fit best on her, that BIRTH only fit on her mound because of the I not talking up as much room, and finally that DAY fit on her sister Bianca’s tiny pussy mound. As to their nudity Bianca explained that from then on they would be sleeping naked just like my wife and I did. My wife then said that they were ready for bed…but that I wasn’t yet. Oh! I got it…it was my turn to undress. Well after seeing my three girls naked and being treated to my daughter’s sweet looking breasts I was half-hard. I decided that they might just as well see it now and get it over with because I was surly going to get hard often in the future. So I took my time undressing and revealing my long hard cock to my two virgin daughters. Bianca asked her mother if my cock really fit in her cunt. What! Then my wife explained that she had been having sex talks with the girls and that other names had been brought up. To prove that fact Bianca then pointed at my erection and said penis, cock, Dick, boner, wiener, peepee, and hard-on. Ashley pointed at my wife’s crotch and said vagina, pussy, cunt, slit, gash, twat, snatch, vertical smile, and snapper. Then Bianca told me that they had discussed it and that they liked the words cock and cunt best. Then Ashley told me that they wouldn’t use those words in public. I told the girls that I preferred the word pussy instead of cunt. Once again Bianca asked her mother if my cock really fit in her cunt. When my wife told her that it really did Bianca told her to prove it. Without any hesitation on her part my wife pushed me into a chair, climbed up on my lap, and sat down on my cock sliding it all the way up into her pussy. I could hardly believe what she had done, and right in front of our daughters too. However being a man and having my hard cock up her warm pussy I sure wasn’t going to make her stop. Soon enough I came, my wife got up, and then she explained all about cum, orgasms, and then had them taste it too. Of course Ashley asked her mother if my cock would fit in her cunt too. To which my wife told her that it would, followed by an explanation as to how a girl’s vagina was able to accept some pretty large things shoved into it and babies pulled out of it. Bianca was told that my cock would fit inside her cunt too. I was waiting for ‘prove it’ but fortunately it wasn’t said. When bedtime really came around that night and I sent the girls up to bed it was Bianca that asked, if they could watch mommy and I make love again. Ashley told me that they liked making love, better than fucking, screwing, or getting laid. I looked at my wife and she just smiled. The girls had already seen us having sex once so it probably wouldn’t hurt anymore if they watched us do it again, so I said okay. The first time had been somewhat of a shock to me with my wife in charge but this time was different. Now I would be in charge. I followed my three naked girls up the stairs and into our bedroom. I told my wife to go into our bathroom, pee, and clean out her pussy. She knew that I wanted oral sex and that a clean pussy meant that I would enjoy it that much more…and so would she. Both girls followed their mother into the bathroom and watched as she peed, douched, and washed her crotch for me. They had several questions, which she answered. When she came back into the bedroom I got off the bed and she took my place. I watched as my wife got in the center of the bed making sure that her head was far enough away from the headboard and that the pillows were pushed to the sides. Then she rolled her hips up and grabbed her legs right behind her knees and opened them up offering herself to me. Then she said the magic words, “Honey I’m good enough to eat.” Well that was my cue to get up on the bed and poke my tongue into her pussy for a taste. She did taste good and I feasted on her hole, her inner lips, and on her outer lips. I even feasted on her tiny puckered asshole too. When the girls objected to my licking her asshole my wife told them not to knock it until they tried it. Then when she realized what she had just said she added, not now it’s still my turn. I managed to eat her through two good orgasms while our daughters saw their mother squirm, shake, and thank God for giving me to her. I knew that my wife was more than ready for my cock but she hadn’t said the magic words yet so I got in position and just touched the head of my cock to her opening. She smiled at me, looked at our daughters, and then said “Honey I’m ready to be fucked.” That was all that I was waiting for, I shoved my hips forward burying the full length of my cock into her pussy causing her to exhale loudly. After that I just fucked her steadily until I could take it no more, then I just fucked her brains out fast and furious. She shouted out her pleasure to our daughters. As I lay next to her resting, my daughters told me that they were next. What! Yes, their virginity was part of my birthday present along with total nudity after supper from then on. I tried to explain to them that twice a day was about all that I was good for and that their mother got them both. My wife just laughed at me and then my daughters jumped on me. Bianca sat her pussy on my face while Ashley sucked my limp cock into her warm mouth. Bianca asked me if her cunt was clean enough to eat. I really couldn’t stop licking it long enough to answer her so my wife told her that it must be fine. Obviously I got hard again but my wife knew that it was probably the last time that day. So she had Ashley sit on my cock while she held it for her. Ashley lowered herself on it giving me her virginity. She just rode it a minute or two before letting Bianca sit on it too, giving me her virginity. After that they took turns sitting on my cock and fucking themselves with it. My wife told me to share my cum between the girls so when I fired the first shot up into Bianca I pinched my cock hard, pushed her off and then grabbed Ashley. She got the last few shots but at least she got some. At that point thirty-six was the best birthday of my life. The End Open Leg Policy 257
Jessica strained and struggled against the bonds that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth, causing a steady stream of drool to leak out before dripping onto her breasts. She loved the sensation of being helpless and the thought of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before. Scarcely more than an 24 hours ago she had been sitting at her computer idly surfing the internet when a popup and caught her attention. Something about it had intrigued her, to the point that she ignored her initial impulse to close it and resume clicking. She wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all. "You are bored with your sex life" it had said. She had noticed that it wasn't a question the way they so often are, and it didn't blink, or flash, or ask for her credit card number, the way you might expect. All it said was that she was bored, and a small blue link filled the bottom of the window. When she had clicked on it she was taken to a blank black screen with nothing but a logo in the upper right corner that said "Sexual Adventures." The only other thing on the screen was an address and a time. At this point she was hooked. She wasn't sure what it was about this that spoke to something inside of her, and any rational person should have ignored it or run the other direction, but instead she copied down the address and the time. *** She arrived at the address and was surprised to see what looked to be an office park in the middle of a group of warehouses. A carefully manicured lawn and a row of hedges sheltered the small parking lot from the passing gaze of the road in front of it. She pulled up and parked in front of the building, choosing a spot closest to the door. The logo that she had seen from the website had been etched into the glass of the door. She felt her pulse quicken in excitement. She hesitated only momentarily before picking up her purse and heading inside the building. A typical waiting room filled the front of the building and a woman looked up from behind a desk as she entered. She raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "I found your website..." Jessica started awkwardly The woman handed her a clipboard with a thick packet of paperwork. "Fill that out and bring it back when you are done" she said Jessica read through the paperwork which turned out to be a mess of nondisclosure and waivers in case of injury, not something that boded overly well as an introduction. Again she hesitated. In the end she went through with it and handed the mess of paperwork to the secretary. The woman glanced through the paperwork, as she finished she reached out and pushed a button that had been mounted to the underside of the countertop. "They will be with you shortly." she said "have a seat" Jessica sat in one of the chair's nearest to the door, scarcely a moment had passed before two men in black jumpsuits entered through a door at the far end of the room. "Jessica?" one asked She nodded mutely. "Come with us" he said She walked with them through the door. Past the carefully manicured front office large parts of the building reverted back to the warehouse that it had almost certainly been before its current use. The entered into a room with walls that had been stripped to the studs. The men started to undress her with careful efficiency. She was stripped bare in a matter of second. They strapped stiff leather cuffs around her wrists before securing them to a chain that was attached to one of the cross beams in the ceiling. One of the men went over to a rack leaning against the wall and returned with a long metal bar with loops on either end. The spread her legs apart and attached each end of the bar to one of her ankles. Lastly one of the men reached into his pocket and produced a bright red ballgag. She opened her mouth obediently and they secured it behind her head, pulling it tight and securing it, her mouth forced open as the ball pressed between her jaws. Their job done the two men left the room, closing the door behind them. Jessica could barely move, her wrists were secured in such a way that she could only touch the floor if she stood on the tips of her toes. She felt vulnerable and exposed, her breasts and pussy were on display to anyone who walked by and she would not be able to so much as cover herself if she so desired. Somewhere behind her she heard the door open and the sound of bare feet walking on the concrete approached her. She tried to turn to face whoever had entered the room but her bonds kept her from moving more than her head, which was unable to provide her with so much as a glance at her company. Rough, calloused hands brushed against her tender, exposed flesh, eliciting a surprised squeak. She tried involuntarily to flinch away from the new sensation but again she was unable to make any headway. One hand slid up her chest, grasping both of her breasts firmly and twisting her nipples painfully before one slid down between her legs. Another body pressed up against her and she felt the stiff pressure of an erect cock press against her ass. The hands held her body tight, holding her in place. His fingers started to stroke along the length of her already sopping wet pussy before dipping inside to discover her clit. She groaned, her mouth obstructed by the gag that was still in place as his skillful touch brought her to the brink of orgasm and kept her there. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for the last bit of pleasure she needed to cascade into orgasm, but the sweet release was denied her. He kept her on the brink. "Do you want to cum?" a voice made husky with desire whispered in her ear she nodded vigorously, to engrossed in his touch to trust herself with words "When we ask you something you say 'yes sir' or 'no sir'" he said "yesh shir" she mumbled through the gag with barely more than a flick his touch brought one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had screaming to life inside of her. She collapsed, sagging against bonds that kept her upright and exposed. His hands left her body and she felt a pressure against the outer edge of her pussy. With hardly a moment's notice his cock thrust inside of her, his first thrust lifting her from the ground with its force. He grabbed her hips, using them as leverage to increase his thrusts, each one causing his balls to smack against her pussy and her breasts to slap together. The room that they were in echoed the cries of their passion. She ached for him to be rougher, his thrusts to be stronger, his hands to rake her flesh. Try as she might the gag in her mouth prevented her from making much more than grunting sounds and she soon gave up trying, resigning herself to his care. He slammed his cock into her, her tight wet hole enveloping his member. She screamed again into the gag as another orgasm ripped through her. Had her legs not been restrained and her arms secured to the ceiling she likely would have collapsed, and her body did its best to relax, her legs going weak. She sagged against her bonds. Her partner either took no notice or did not care about the state that she was in, continuing his thrusts. His hands slipped around, grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples cruelly. He lifted each breast by the nipple, eliciting a pained protest from her. His grunts and cries increased, seeming to come from all around her as the echoed from the bare studs and concrete floor. She tried to close her legs, an involuntary motion brought on by muscle contractions that rocked through her, but the iron bar that bound her legs kept them apart, her pussy remaining accessible to her partners use. The speed of his thrusts increased until all of a sudden he stopped, almost motionless. Short seconds later a wave of hot cum erupted from his cock, spraying and coating the inside of her pussy. He pulled his cock from her well used hole and without another word he turned and left the room. Bound as she was her legs forced apart by irons cruel embrace she could neither cover herself nor obstruct the flow of cum that had started to leak from her pussy. Workers in black jumpsuits entered the room. Carefully but firmly they released the bonds that secured her arms over her head and she sighed as protesting muscles were allowed to ease into a more comfortable position. She could feel the cum leaking out of her and her thoughts were of getting into a hot shower and working the knots out of her arms. She was surprised when instead of just helping her out of her bonds the workers pulled her arms behind her back. They were tied there, her skin bit by the grain of nylon rope. The spreader bar was removed from between her legs and they two were tied together, causing her to have to lean against one of the workers. She felt a hand squeeze one of her breasts and looked into the eyes of the man who was holding her up, he grinned lustily at her. They carried her over to one corner of the room where a mattress had been tossed haphazardly. All at once the support that she was leaning against was removed and she toppled onto the mattress, bouncing with the force of her fall. The two workers left her, the door shutting with a sense of finality. She squirmed into a position where she could be comfortable. Her pussy was sore from the abuse that it had endured earlier and she knew she was going to be walking a little funny the next day. This was something that she had never done before, and she was already enjoying herself a great deal. She cried and squirmed under his care. This man was every bit as rough as the last. She could tell that she already had bruises forming from her rough treatment and she wondered how she was going to explain them. He rolled her over onto her back, further pinning her arms against the mattress. He slid his cock inside of her, the position of her legs making her pussy tighter than usual. The cum that was still leaking out of her from her last partner helped to ease his cock inside. He was bigger than the last man and she groaned through the obstacle in her mouth as his cock stretched out her aching pussy. "you got something to say?" he asked reaching behind her head he undid the gag, pulling it from her mouth and tossing it idaly to the side. "fuck me harder" she pleaded with a groan "what did you say slut?" he asked, slapping her ass roughly "please fuck me harder sir" she begged He rolled her over onto her side, her arms still restrained behind her back causing her to grunt in discomfort as sore joints protested the repositioning. Strong hands grasped her arm and one of her thighs, using them as leverage to pull her aching body against his. She moaned and screamed, her mouth now free of obstructions as his cock sunk deep into her pussy. The force of his thrusts increased, bouncing her body around on the mattress in the throes of wanton passion, her body used as his sexy toy, bound and controlled for his pleasure. Her cries now unfettered filled the small room, echoing off the bare walls and cement floor. At the height of her pleasure she heard him grunt, sinking the length of his cock into her he cried out. She felt a wash of cum, molten in the heat of their passion flow forth, coating the inside of her abused pussy and pushing her over the edge into another screaming orgasm, one more in a long line of uncounted pleasure.
Chapter 3 A couple of you guys who came up to Chicago to use my wife mentioned that she doesn't talk much. You're right. Completely correct. She doesn't talk much because I don't want her to. There are a couple of reasons and I want to tell you about them. First off, she got nothing to talk about. What are us guys into? Beer, cars and guns, right? But, if I mention that I need my rotors turned or that some friend threw a rod, she immediately thinks it has something to do with sex. She doesn't know a round from a bullet and she thinks that recoil is how you react if you're afraid of guns. So there really isn't a lot to talk about with her. Second, she's a fucking egghead. Well, she used to be anyway. Fucking brilliant, actually. She gave it up halfway through a full-scholarship Ph.D. in Anthropology. It's actually a great story. As an undergrad, she switched from psych to sociology to anthropology because she got more and more interested in cross-cultural studies of gender patterns. I have no fucking idea what that means, John explained it to me once or twice before I gave up trying to understand. Anyhow, she spent two years in Asia living in small villages and watching how the men and women interacted and when she came home, she threw away all of her books, broke off with all of her friends and plunged herself into the nasty little underworld where I found her. What she said she learned was that everything in Western society was bullshit. Women were put on earth to serve and service men. Period. John's sure her upbringing had a lot to do with it, that she was primed to come to that conclusion from Day One. I don't know. But I don't really care. By the time I got her, she had forgotten just about everything she knew about independence and rebellion and had no goals at all other than to find a man and do everything she could to please him. I found her at just the right time. When I told John all of this, he nearly jumped out of his seat. Now, John's a pretty straightforward guy but he's also a mother fucking MASTER at the mind fuck. He came up with a plan and I signed up for it immediately. This was back in about February. It was devious, simple, and devastating. He explained that underneath all that quiet submission and sexual depravity there's still a brilliant mind clicking away. And that someday she was going to see that our marriage was totally fucked up and that would be the end of that. He wanted to do something about that. To make her experience the conflict between her potential and the life she was living. To have to confront it every day. It would push her deeper down, she'd drown in her own shame, wallow in the degradation of becoming just a piece of fuck-meat while inside her head was all this high-grade intellect with nowhere to go. He said that would push some women into depression but that he knew enough about Suzi to guess that it would have the opposite effect - she'd turn her inventiveness and creativity into finding bigger and better ways to degrade herself. It was some kind of fucked up defense mechanism and he said she had it. The way he started was that he mentioned to her that he'd found and read one of her papers and thought it was brilliant and would be perfect for a conference he was attending. She got excited and worked on it with him over the phone and email for two full weeks. She spent hours in the library, I let her miss shifts at work and even gave up a fuck-fest one Saturday when she said she was really "on". When the paper was finished, John drove up and the three of us went out for a very nice dinner. I took her shopping and let her pick out a new outfit, a set of matching underthings, and an expensive pair of shoes. She got her hair and nails done, I put on one of my nicer suits and the three of us spent three hours out in public, between dinner, dessert, and coffee. When we got back to the house, John asked her to bring three glasses of wine into the living room while he prepared the forms to submit her paper for the conference. She was giddy and excited, ran into the kitchen and brought back glasses and one of our better reds. Everything changed when she walked into the front room. John was standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a dirty, tattered undershirt. His legs were thin and pale, the blue veins visible under the thin skin. He still had his stockings on. She could see the thin hair on his belly and his limp dick hanging down, a shocking eight inches and thicker than she (or I!) would have ever guessed. But it was his balls that caught my eyes. Like two oversized plums hanging in a yellowish sack. I walked to her and took the bottle and glasses out of her trembling hands. "Come over here, you stupid little cow," John sneered. Suzi walked toward him, dazed and puzzled. "I really do love your work," he said, reaching up to stroke her face. He held up a pocket knife, let it glisten in the light, then lowered it against my wife's belly. "Much too good to have been written by an ass whore like you," he said. With his left hand, he pulled at her skirt, then sliced into the fabric with the knife. She stood, trembling and sniffling as he sliced her clothes into thin ribbons, talking the whole time. "I'm going to give that paper to one of my grad students. He's working in the same area. Did you really think I was going to let you go? Let you get on stage in front of all those normal people? Do you really think anyone would believe that an ass slut like you could produce a piece like that?" She was down to bra and panties now, the panties sliced in ribbons but the elastic still around her hips. "And your draft? Your notes?" he said as he cut the straps and then sliced the cups out of her bra. "Shit. Worthless shit. Just like you." He cut the elastic and the remaining pieces of my wife's panties fell to the floor. She stood there, shoulders hunched, mascara streaking down her face, her titties hanging out of the holes he'd cut in the bra. They looked awkward and stupid and somehow made her look even more pathetic than I'd ever seen her before. John crouched down and ran the blade down the inside of each leg, peeling off her stockings like a banana skin. He finished by having her step out of the shoes, then stood back up. Without her heels on, he towered over her off and she slumped her back even further. He took her by the hand. "Come on," he said. John led her into the bathroom and handed her the finished paper. "Tear it up and throw it in the toilet," he ordered. "Where it belongs." She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, body shaking. She tore the pages crossways, then again and again until it was in little pieces, the paper fluttering down and floating on the water. "Go on," he said with an evil grin. "Squat down and do it." Suzi looked at him with terror in her eyes. "No, please, you don't mean it..." I watched him standing there like a statue, not saying a word. She broke slowly but she broke. After a few minutes of dead silence, she lifted her right leg and straddled the toilet bowl, then squatted and put her hands over her face. "Uh, uh," was all John said and my wife lowered her hands to her sides. She stood there, knees bent, squatting, but nothing happened. "Not as easy as it is in your stories, is it?" John said to me. I shook my head. "I guess not." He leaned closer to my wife now, his face inches from hers. "Should I turn on the water? Will that help?" She stopped sobbing and sniffed hard, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. John stepped back, leaned against the wall. "We have all the time in the world, you know." She stared into his eyes with hatred and anger, her hands in tight fists at her sides. John just laughed. Suzy lowered her head and after another minute or so, I heard the stream shoot out, soaking the pages, pissing on her hard work, two weeks of her life, two weeks of excitement and the possibliity of her old life coming back. As usual, John was right. It broke her down to an entirely new level. Ever since then, he's been picking up a little bit of pocket money having her write research papers for undergrads. He promised it would never interfere with anything I had planned and stuck to his promise. It was horrible for her. She would get about two assignments a week and have to figure out how to complete them between the housework, the fucking, and everything else that was going on. And John was a taskmaster. The papers had to bring in a grade of 95% or better or he showed up the next morning with his belt and punished her for slacking off. She wrote paper after paper, good, original work, and he took them and sold them to the students for $30 to $100 each. Suzi threw herself deeper and deeper into her ass slut role with each new assignment. As John predicted, being confronted by the extremes of her life produced some kind of effect in her head that had her bouncing back and forth like a ping pong ball. Ronny noticed it right away. She was more eager than ever to put on the kinky fetish outfits he and Rick brought over. One night, he showed up with a thick, black rubber dildo and an ass plug. She nearly ripped them out of his hands and tried to shove both of them up her ass before he even had his pants off. She tried all different kinds of positions to force their cocks deeper into her ass. And she kept begging me to bring Wallace back to beat her. I wasn't much interested in that, having her as an ass-only fuckhole was enough fantasy for me. Pain was a whole different thing and I didn't much care for it. But she insisted and it eventually became a ritual that every time she finished a paper, Wallace was there. She sat naked except for a thin scarf wrapped around her hips (his idea) as she put the last touches on it, then printed it and put it in an envelope for John. He watched her the whole time, his eyes burning into her, knowing how badly she wanted it and working himself up to a new level of frenzy every time. I sat and watched him, his hands twitchy, standing up now and taking off his shirt, then taking the long, dark leather bullwhip out of the bag, flicking it across the room a few times. As soon as she came back into the room, he was on her, the whip slicing through the air, biting into her titties, raising red stripes and small welts. She offered herself, standing straight, back arched, arms behind her back, tits shaking back and forth under his merciless blows that never seemed to stop. He was closer to drawing blood these days and it scared me but he never crossed the line. Not yet. Anyway, enough about that. I was explaining to you why she never talks. Once John saw the effect that writing those papers was having on her, he suggested I consider having her keep silent. It would be tough, very, very tough, for such an intelligent woman to not be allowed to express any of it. We toyed for a while with the idea of having her put on a hillbilly accent, make sure to speak in only single syllables, bring her to Nascar with me in a pair of Daisy Dukes and pass her around the pits. We toyed with putting her out on the street where she'd have to play dumb to keep from getting her ass kicked by the other whores. But in the end, it seemed better -- more humiliating, more a sign of her absolute obedience -- to keep her home and in near-total silence. What I did insist on was sex talk. I made her talk non-stop for the guys who came over to fuck her. "Fuck me deep in the ass." "I love a hard cock." "Let me lick your balls." "Your asshole is so, so tasty." "Do you like my titties? Do you want to bite them? Twist my nipples? Tie me up?" That was the only kind of thing that came out of her mouth anymore - whore talk. Sometimes, I'd make her just sit beside me during dinner and keep up a litany of filth while I ate. I'd make her give me a blow by blow of what the last guy was like, or the last group of guys, or I'd make her make up stories about herself going into bars and picking up strangers and licking their balls and opening her pussy lips and begging them to push their fingers into her cunt and sucking their cocks and balls, on and on just as long as she was uncomfortable. Once she started getting excited about it, I made her stop and waited until she was calm again. I wanted her swimming in her humiliation, getting right to that moment where it turned her on, then pulling back. She got to be pretty good at it. In fact, I'm thinking I might get her involved in phone sex. Anyone out there got any suggestions about how to get her started? --- Last Thursday, John brought a van full of guys up from Elkhart to spend some time with my wife. Three of them were in their late twenties, two were in their forties and then there was John. John was nearly sixty and was the one who introduced all of us to each other. I haven't said a lot yet about my friend John. John had taken an MA in History a long time ago, taught for thirty years and retired. Now, he spends a lot of his free time around campus near Elkhart, advising other grad students. He likes being around the older ones and hangs out with them often, drinking beer and eyeing the female undergrads. I met John about nine years ago in an online chat. I was between women and spent a lot of my time drunk and surfing porn sites. He and I got to know each other and tried to get together about once a year just to shoot the shit and fish. John didn't care that I wasn't a college guy - in fact, I'm a high school dropout. Still, I've done pretty well. I've got a natural knack for computers and made a decent amount of money with a software product I put out a lot of years back. I burned through it all, though, and now have to depend on a shitty job doing network support for a bunch of asswipes as a big corporation. Anyway, John knew about Suzi right from the beginning and was always sending me suggestions. He'd done a lot of the legwork for our two Germany trips and planned to go with us but caught cold the first time and had some kind of stomach bug the second time. He did a fair amount of pimping for me lately - he still surfs the buttfucker websites - and this weekend, he was bringing up a batch of guys to take turns with my wife. This time, they were all guys who'd already taken advantage of her in a different way. These were all guys she'd written papers for. John got a big kick out of that. He'd done it before a few weeks earlier. Brought up two guys she'd written homework for. They nearly shit their pants when they saw her. They were expecting some kind of librarian-looking dumpy middle aged woman, but instead she opened the door in a corset and stockings, no bra or panties, and six inch heels. She was blindfolded and wearing a ring gag. They were on her in a second, tag teaming her mouth and ass for three hours before they slowed down long enough for John to introduce them to each other. She was a whore like that, just letting complete strangers fuck her without even knowing her name. I guess once a whore always a whore. Usually I don't even bother telling them her name anymore either, it's a turn on. Most of them don't care anyway. She's just a hole. A warm, wet, tight hole. Not much else seems to matter. The half dozen guys in the van were no different. John told me that nobody even asked her name during the whole two hour car trip. They arrived a little after midnight. John has his own key so he let himself in. We were already asleep but John knows the ropes and he came straight into the room and pulled the sheets off of my wife. I opened my eyes and saw him and a cluster of shadows at the door. "She's all yours, guys," I said, rolling over and pulling the covers back over my head. "John, you guys use the guest room, OK? I'm tired. Just don't leave a mess."
Fbailey story number 706 Topless Trampoline Jumping My sister had her cheerleading squad over to sunbathe and swim in our pool. I wasn’t invited but Mom made me come out and pretend to be useful. I got them drinks like a waiter and then I picked up after them like a garbage collector. I listened to their shit about other girls, other guys, and then about one another. “My tits are bigger than yours.” “Yeah but mine are firmer than yours.” “Will you guys stop. Everyone knows my tits are what all of the boys are looking at.” “So what! There is no way to win this argument.” I had to speak up, “Yes there is.” “How.” I replied, “Topless trampoline jumping.” They all laughed at my idea. Then my sister said, “You know, he just might be right…perverted…but right.” Then she asked me, “Just what do you have in mind?” I immediately replied, “You all get topless. Then one at a time you get to jump up and down on the trampoline for two minutes. I will take videos of you jumping and then give you scores for various things and then later declare a winner.” Someone asked, “Why do we all have to get topless if only one girl is jumping for you?” I said, “So that I can judge you all. Besides you don’t want those girls to feel embarrassed being the only ones topless.” My sister came to my rescue and said, “He’s right, we should all get topless. Besides I want to see how my brother rates my tits.” So I got my video camera and the girls got out of their tops. I had the two girls that had been arguing go first. I recorded their names and birth dates. Then I had my sister measure their tits. Abby was a 36-C and Brenda was a 34-D. I had Abby go first and I watched in amazement as her breasts bounced up and down. They were big but they were soft and I zoomed in on her top half. I had decided to score the measurement, the cup size, the shape, the tan marks, her nipples, her areolas, and of course the bounce to the ounce. While I was at it I scored her tummy, her ass, and her beauty. That gave me ten categories. So with a scale of zero to ten I could give the perfect girl a score of one hundred. I gave Abby a score of eighty to just start someplace. If I had given her a hundred, there would be no place higher. Brenda was right, her breasts were firmer…but they sure were sweet too. Both girls were equally pretty but Brenda had great tan lines. I gave her an eighty-one. Connie, Diane, and Elaine were nice so I gave them seventy-five points each. Then my sister Fern got up on the trampoline and started bouncing. She had spent hundreds of hours on that thing. That is how she learned to do her flips. I had seen her jump before but never topless. Her tits were 34-C and they were perfect. Her nipples were a nice length and hard, her areolas were a nice diameter, and her breasts were slightly cone-shaped. Her tan lines were very precise and very dark from wearing the same bikini top whenever she tanned. I gave her a seventy-nine. Gina, Helen, Irene, Judy, Karen, and Lucy all scored below seventy. The twelve girls seemed pleased with my scores. They agreed that Brenda did look better up on the trampoline than Abby had. They didn’t bother to put their tops back on. Mom came out to join in and never questioned the topless girls. She just took her top off. Fern said, “Mom you need to get up on the trampoline and jump for two minutes. But first I need to measure your tits.” Abby and Brenda said, “We all have. It’s your turn.” Mom was a 38-DD. She had great tan lines too. When she started jumping her big soft tits just started flopping around. I was afraid that she would give herself a black eye. I had to score her with an eighty-five. All of the girls applauded and cheered her on. When Mom heard all about the contests she said, “Maybe he should judge our pussies too.” Some of the cheerleaders were in favor of that but most were not. Fern said, “Mom, how about just you and me. He can take his time. He will enjoy it.” Mom slipped off her bikini bottom and said, “I might enjoy it myself. I think he should look, touch, smell, and even taste our pussies.” Fern asked, “Aren’t there five senses?” Mom said, “Yes, the sense of hearing but my pussy can’t talk or whistle. However, once in a while it farts.” That got all of the other girls laughing. Mom suggested that I do them both at the same time. Fern removed her bikini bottom and got on the ground next to Mom. I knelt between them. I looked at their pussies. Mom’s was bald and her lips were full, Fern had a round spot of hair on her love mound. I touched their mounds, cupped their pussies, and then finger fucked them. However, when I got to their clits Mom gyrated and begged me not to stop, she begged me to finish her off, and then she begged me to fuck her. I looked at Fern and she said, “Go for it. She wants it and you’ve got what she wants.” So I lowered my shorts. Without underwear on I was naked and my cock was hard. Mom helped me because she wanted it even more than I did. Just as I was about to stick it in my mother and loose my virginity the cheerleaders behind me started to cheer. Fuck your Mom Make her hum Fuck her hard Make her cum Fuck your sister Like a brother should Fuck her gently Like only you could Then fuck the rest of us Because we need it too Fuck our pussies And make us coo As the twelve girls cheered, Mom pulled me into her and whispered, “Stick it in me now. I want to be your first. If you make me happy I’ll help you fuck all twelve of them this weekend, I promise.” So I slipped my thirteen-year-old cock into my thirty-five-year-old mother. It felt great and it was my first but all I could think about was fucking my sister and her eleven girlfriends. Fern was sixteen and the rest of those cheerleaders were around her age. The whole time that I was thrusting into my mother’s pussy I heard chanting all around us. Then they started to make comments: “My boyfriend doesn’t last that long.” “Did you see his cock? It looked cute.” “Look at those buns.” “Oh my God, He’s still going.” “He can have my virginity.” That last comment was from my own sister. She never acted like a virgin. Then I heard a few other girls saying that they would give me their virginities too. I think I counted six virgins in all. Below me Mom was saying, “Just another minute. I’m almost there. Oh God you feel great. Yes! Yes! That’s it. Right there! Oh! Oh! Fuck me harder. Oh my God!” Then she was silent as she continued to wiggle around under me. Just as she started to slow down I started to cum in her. I think I counted eight good squirts and two more that were much smaller. Abby said, “Would you believe that he lasted thirteen minutes?” Helen said, “Today is Friday the thirteenth.” Lucy said, “Thirteen must be his lucky number because there are thirteen of us girls wanting to let him fuck us.” Fern said, “One down and twelve to go. How are we going to do this?” Of course Abby said, Alphabetically.” Judy said, “If we go by age, I’m the youngest.” Elaine said, “Maybe we should start with the virgins. After all the rest of us already know what a stiff cock feels like inside us.” Six girls raised their hands and moved around to stand together. Mom said, “Take your pick.” I looked the six girls over and Fern was standing on the right so I said, “Let me start with my sister and then I’ll just go right across counterclockwise if that is alright with everyone. Then we’ll just see how far I can get.” Mom said, “You are all invited to spend the weekend. Call your parents first, then we can have some fun." Fern got on her back on the grass and opened her legs up for me…and I do mean opened. She could do Russian Splits and she was doing one for me right then. I never in my wildest dreams ever thought that my sixteen-year-old sister would let me fuck her. But there she was naked, spread, and willing. I lowered myself down between her legs or rather below her crotch. Then I leaned in to taste my fist pussy. It was much stronger that I had anticipated but all that did was make me harder. After checking her out with my tongue I slipped my cock into her. Fern said, “Oh…girls…he is much better than my mother’s dildos.” There were a few chuckles and then I got serious about fucking her. The funny thing was that I kept thinking about fucking Mom. Actually I was comparing them. Fern’s breasts felt firmer against my chest, her pussy felt great in that position, and I felt like I got more of my cock inside of her. I really liked that position. My sister was totally submissive to me. In that position I could do just about anything to her that I wanted to and she would let me. All I really wanted to do was to fill my sister with cum and get on to the next girl…Irene. I felt the pressure starting to build when Fern groaned loudly and started to shudder under me. When I finished cumming in her and rolled over someone said, fifteen minutes, he’s getting better. Irene was pleased to let me suck on her clit and lick her hole. She said that her mother had told her not to expect that from any boy, but that she would have to suck the boy’s cock. She didn’t think that was fair. Neither did I. What’s good for the goose, is good for the gander. As I started around the circle counterclockwise my time kept increasing by about two minutes and everything just kept getting better and better. The pussies tasted better, their holes felt better, and my climaxes got stronger. I felt like Superman. Mom called me a fuck machine. She told the girls that she had never heard of a boy or man doing what I was doing. I was cumming about every half-hour or so and I never went soft. Besides all of that I filled every pussy along the way with generous amounts of cum. It was after dark when I fucked the last girl. Connie had been waiting patiently for several hours. However, having my cock poke at her for about forty-five minutes gave her six full-fledged orgasms. She was crying during most of them. She admitted to letting fifteen other guys fuck her but none had ever given her an orgasm. After fucking all thirteen girls, Mom made us eat. She made me drink plenty of liquids too. I was ready to go again but Mom said, “No!” She said that I was to get a good night’s sleep so that I could start fresh in the morning. She suggested that I reverse the order. Fern said, “I like that idea. Me and you will be on the end receiving those forty-five minute fucks.” Everyone had a big laugh but Mom was serious about me getting my rest…in her bed…all night…with no interruptions. The End Topless Trampoline Jumping 706
Fbailey story number 706 Topless Trampoline Jumping My sister had her cheerleading squad over to sunbathe and swim in our pool. I wasn’t invited but Mom made me come out and pretend to be useful. I got them drinks like a waiter and then I picked up after them like a garbage collector. I listened to their shit about other girls, other guys, and then about one another. “My tits are bigger than yours.” “Yeah but mine are firmer than yours.” “Will you guys stop. Everyone knows my tits are what all of the boys are looking at.” “So what! There is no way to win this argument.” I had to speak up, “Yes there is.” “How.” I replied, “Topless trampoline jumping.” They all laughed at my idea. Then my sister said, “You know, he just might be right…perverted…but right.” Then she asked me, “Just what do you have in mind?” I immediately replied, “You all get topless. Then one at a time you get to jump up and down on the trampoline for two minutes. I will take videos of you jumping and then give you scores for various things and then later declare a winner.” Someone asked, “Why do we all have to get topless if only one girl is jumping for you?” I said, “So that I can judge you all. Besides you don’t want those girls to feel embarrassed being the only ones topless.” My sister came to my rescue and said, “He’s right, we should all get topless. Besides I want to see how my brother rates my tits.” So I got my video camera and the girls got out of their tops. I had the two girls that had been arguing go first. I recorded their names and birth dates. Then I had my sister measure their tits. Abby was a 36-C and Brenda was a 34-D. I had Abby go first and I watched in amazement as her breasts bounced up and down. They were big but they were soft and I zoomed in on her top half. I had decided to score the measurement, the cup size, the shape, the tan marks, her nipples, her areolas, and of course the bounce to the ounce. While I was at it I scored her tummy, her ass, and her beauty. That gave me ten categories. So with a scale of zero to ten I could give the perfect girl a score of one hundred. I gave Abby a score of eighty to just start someplace. If I had given her a hundred, there would be no place higher. Brenda was right, her breasts were firmer…but they sure were sweet too. Both girls were equally pretty but Brenda had great tan lines. I gave her an eighty-one. Connie, Diane, and Elaine were nice so I gave them seventy-five points each. Then my sister Fern got up on the trampoline and started bouncing. She had spent hundreds of hours on that thing. That is how she learned to do her flips. I had seen her jump before but never topless. Her tits were 34-C and they were perfect. Her nipples were a nice length and hard, her areolas were a nice diameter, and her breasts were slightly cone-shaped. Her tan lines were very precise and very dark from wearing the same bikini top whenever she tanned. I gave her a seventy-nine. Gina, Helen, Irene, Judy, Karen, and Lucy all scored below seventy. The twelve girls seemed pleased with my scores. They agreed that Brenda did look better up on the trampoline than Abby had. They didn’t bother to put their tops back on. Mom came out to join in and never questioned the topless girls. She just took her top off. Fern said, “Mom you need to get up on the trampoline and jump for two minutes. But first I need to measure your tits.” Abby and Brenda said, “We all have. It’s your turn.” Mom was a 38-DD. She had great tan lines too. When she started jumping her big soft tits just started flopping around. I was afraid that she would give herself a black eye. I had to score her with an eighty-five. All of the girls applauded and cheered her on. When Mom heard all about the contests she said, “Maybe he should judge our pussies too.” Some of the cheerleaders were in favor of that but most were not. Fern said, “Mom, how about just you and me. He can take his time. He will enjoy it.” Mom slipped off her bikini bottom and said, “I might enjoy it myself. I think he should look, touch, smell, and even taste our pussies.” Fern asked, “Aren’t there five senses?” Mom said, “Yes, the sense of hearing but my pussy can’t talk or whistle. However, once in a while it farts.” That got all of the other girls laughing. Mom suggested that I do them both at the same time. Fern removed her bikini bottom and got on the ground next to Mom. I knelt between them. I looked at their pussies. Mom’s was bald and her lips were full, Fern had a round spot of hair on her love mound. I touched their mounds, cupped their pussies, and then finger fucked them. However, when I got to their clits Mom gyrated and begged me not to stop, she begged me to finish her off, and then she begged me to fuck her. I looked at Fern and she said, “Go for it. She wants it and you’ve got what she wants.” So I lowered my shorts. Without underwear on I was naked and my cock was hard. Mom helped me because she wanted it even more than I did. Just as I was about to stick it in my mother and loose my virginity the cheerleaders behind me started to cheer. Fuck your Mom Make her hum Fuck her hard Make her cum Fuck your sister Like a brother should Fuck her gently Like only you could Then fuck the rest of us Because we need it too Fuck our pussies And make us coo As the twelve girls cheered, Mom pulled me into her and whispered, “Stick it in me now. I want to be your first. If you make me happy I’ll help you fuck all twelve of them this weekend, I promise.” So I slipped my thirteen-year-old cock into my thirty-five-year-old mother. It felt great and it was my first but all I could think about was fucking my sister and her eleven girlfriends. Fern was sixteen and the rest of those cheerleaders were around her age. The whole time that I was thrusting into my mother’s pussy I heard chanting all around us. Then they started to make comments: “My boyfriend doesn’t last that long.” “Did you see his cock? It looked cute.” “Look at those buns.” “Oh my God, He’s still going.” “He can have my virginity.” That last comment was from my own sister. She never acted like a virgin. Then I heard a few other girls saying that they would give me their virginities too. I think I counted six virgins in all. Below me Mom was saying, “Just another minute. I’m almost there. Oh God you feel great. Yes! Yes! That’s it. Right there! Oh! Oh! Fuck me harder. Oh my God!” Then she was silent as she continued to wiggle around under me. Just as she started to slow down I started to cum in her. I think I counted eight good squirts and two more that were much smaller. Abby said, “Would you believe that he lasted thirteen minutes?” Helen said, “Today is Friday the thirteenth.” Lucy said, “Thirteen must be his lucky number because there are thirteen of us girls wanting to let him fuck us.” Fern said, “One down and twelve to go. How are we going to do this?” Of course Abby said, Alphabetically.” Judy said, “If we go by age, I’m the youngest.” Elaine said, “Maybe we should start with the virgins. After all the rest of us already know what a stiff cock feels like inside us.” Six girls raised their hands and moved around to stand together. Mom said, “Take your pick.” I looked the six girls over and Fern was standing on the right so I said, “Let me start with my sister and then I’ll just go right across counterclockwise if that is alright with everyone. Then we’ll just see how far I can get.” Mom said, “You are all invited to spend the weekend. Call your parents first, then we can have some fun." Fern got on her back on the grass and opened her legs up for me…and I do mean opened. She could do Russian Splits and she was doing one for me right then. I never in my wildest dreams ever thought that my sixteen-year-old sister would let me fuck her. But there she was naked, spread, and willing. I lowered myself down between her legs or rather below her crotch. Then I leaned in to taste my fist pussy. It was much stronger that I had anticipated but all that did was make me harder. After checking her out with my tongue I slipped my cock into her. Fern said, “Oh…girls…he is much better than my mother’s dildos.” There were a few chuckles and then I got serious about fucking her. The funny thing was that I kept thinking about fucking Mom. Actually I was comparing them. Fern’s breasts felt firmer against my chest, her pussy felt great in that position, and I felt like I got more of my cock inside of her. I really liked that position. My sister was totally submissive to me. In that position I could do just about anything to her that I wanted to and she would let me. All I really wanted to do was to fill my sister with cum and get on to the next girl…Irene. I felt the pressure starting to build when Fern groaned loudly and started to shudder under me. When I finished cumming in her and rolled over someone said, fifteen minutes, he’s getting better. Irene was pleased to let me suck on her clit and lick her hole. She said that her mother had told her not to expect that from any boy, but that she would have to suck the boy’s cock. She didn’t think that was fair. Neither did I. What’s good for the goose, is good for the gander. As I started around the circle counterclockwise my time kept increasing by about two minutes and everything just kept getting better and better. The pussies tasted better, their holes felt better, and my climaxes got stronger. I felt like Superman. Mom called me a fuck machine. She told the girls that she had never heard of a boy or man doing what I was doing. I was cumming about every half-hour or so and I never went soft. Besides all of that I filled every pussy along the way with generous amounts of cum. It was after dark when I fucked the last girl. Connie had been waiting patiently for several hours. However, having my cock poke at her for about forty-five minutes gave her six full-fledged orgasms. She was crying during most of them. She admitted to letting fifteen other guys fuck her but none had ever given her an orgasm. After fucking all thirteen girls, Mom made us eat. She made me drink plenty of liquids too. I was ready to go again but Mom said, “No!” She said that I was to get a good night’s sleep so that I could start fresh in the morning. She suggested that I reverse the order. Fern said, “I like that idea. Me and you will be on the end receiving those forty-five minute fucks.” Everyone had a big laugh but Mom was serious about me getting my rest…in her bed…all night…with no interruptions. The End Topless Trampoline Jumping 706
Chapter Two: Patty refused to fuck her son again that day, as often as he pestered her for another chance to slide his seemingly always hard cock into her pussy. Refusing him wasn't easy. She spent most of the evening finger fucking, locked in her room and feverishly rubbing her wet pussy, all to thoughts of the joy she'd experienced with her son's huge prick. The next morning, Walter came to the breakfast table completely naked, with an enormous throbbing hard-on that was already leaking tasty looking cum juice. He made a valiant effort to fuck his mother again, squeezing and fondling her body as she served him breakfast, making her look at his magnificent cock. Again, Patty turned him down. Again, she had to spend the next several hours finger fucking. She knew it was worth the effort. Her torrid fuck and suck session the day before had been a one-time degenerate episode that could never be repeated. What kind of mother spread her legs and opened her pussy for her very own child? Early that afternoon, Patty dressed and went shopping. The first thing she heard when she let herself back into the house was the frantic moaning and screaming upstairs. Patty just stood there, unable to believe her ears, instantly feeling her pussy growing wet, hot and sticky under her panties. Then she rembered what her son had said the day before. He'd decided to keep his promise. He'd brought home some young girl to fuck. "Oh, fuck me, Walter!" The girl was obviously in the throes of ecstasy. She sounded very young. "Unngh! Oh, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me hard! Make me cum, Walter!" Patty put the groceries on the kitchen counter. She was trembling. She went upstairs, her mind already filing with obscene images, of her hung son slamming his dripping prick into some lucky little slut's gooey cunt. The voices grew louder. Her son's bedroom door was open. Patty told herself not to look, told herself that the sight of her son fucking another girl would again put her incestuous lust for him over the edge. Patty couldn't help herself. She stood in the open door, staring in. The girl was young, blonde and slinky. She was on top of Walter, who lay on his back, smiling up at her, his hands folder behind his head. The girl had a very quick, nimble ass, and she was now gyrating it in a frenzy, frantically pistoning her wet little pussy up and down Walter's cock. "Gonna cum," the girl panted. She clutched Walter's shoulders, shuddering as she slammed her hairy little fuck hole onto the base of his prick. "Fuck me, Walter. Love your prick, Walter! Fuck me, fuck me...." "Get out," Patty hissed. "Oh, shit!" the girl said. The girl leapt off the bed, making Walter's cock slide out of her pussy with an obscene popping sound. Patty advanced on her menacingly. Thirty seconds later, the anonymous little slut was gone, having set a potential world record in wiggling into her clothes and dashing down the stairs. She was alone in the house with her son again. Patty stood at the foot of the bed, breathing hard, staring at her son's enormous cock. "What was the meaning of that?" "I was horny," Walter shrugged, with a grin. "I told you I might bring some chick over, Mom. I mean, if you won't fuck me anymore, why shouldn't I?" "You're disgusting," Patty hissed. "A girl that age, fucking her like that right in your room. With the door wide open. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Can't you ever think about anything but your big cock?" "Nope. Matter of fact, I'm thinking about it right now. Why don't you let me fuck your tight pussy again, Momma? Shit, I'd shoot my cum up your pussy than that chick's any day." "You're disgusting." "Come on, Mom." He got off the bed, naked, his enormous fuck organ wagging obscenely before him as he advanced on his chaste, secretly sex- starved mother. Patty just stood there. She knew she could have left, or yelled at him again. But watching Walter's gigantic cock boring into the young girl's pussy had made her so, so horny. Her cunt was throbbing again, beating as it oozed juice into her panties. Patty needed a good fucking very, very badly. "Take your hands off of me," she said feebly. But she didn't mean it, and they both knew it. Walter led her to the bed. He put her on her back, letting his mother lie there as he stripped off her clothes. Her large, stiff-nippled tit melons wobbled tantalizingly as he pulled off her huge bra, and Walter paused to nurse on his mother's tits, to slurp her red nipples deeply between his lips. Off came her shoes, her skirt, her wet, cunt juice-smelling bikini panties. Then the fuck-hungry mother was completely naked. Walter joined her on the bed, crawling up between her legs. "Cock 'em up, Mom." "No, Walter. You know it's a sin. You don't really want to fuck Mommy again, do you?" "I said cock 'em up." "Oh, Walter...." Shamefully, hornily, the mother then did as her son asked. She raised her knees high over her shoulders, spreading them, completely opening her wet, throbbing, curly-haired pussy hole for the invasion of his cock. Walter grinned, mounting his mother. He fit the spongy tip of his prick between the pouting petals of her very tight cunt. "Man, I've really got a hot load now," he panted. "I was just about to shoot off when you walked in. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard I'll probably knock you off the bed!" Patty didn't answer. She was too busy looking down, excitedly watching her son's immense cock-lance boring into her pussy. The stiff prick stretched her pussy lusciously, making the walls clasp and grip exquisitely around the invading thickness of his cock. For nearly a full day she'd fantasized about this, about again feeling her boy's prick slamming back into the pussy that had birthed him. Now it was deep inside her again, boring deep inside her cunt. Shamefully the naked mother stared wigging and humping, fucking her horny, itchy pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of Walter's cock. "Yes, Walter, it feels so good now," she panted. "It's time to fuck Mommy again, honey. Unnggh! Fuck your mother, lover, fuck your mother's horny cunt!" She cocked her long legs up higher, draping her ankles over his shoulders, completely opening her gooey pussy hole for the skewering shaft of his cock. Her hung son started fucking. He braced his knees on the bed, looming over his mom, supporting his weight on straight arms. Rhythmically he fucked her tightly grasping pussy, spearing his big cock in and out of her cunt. "Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" Patty gasped. She humped to meet his strokes, her enormous tits bouncing and shivering, undulating every time her son fucked her deep wit his cock. "Unnngh! Oh, shit, Walter, you've really got a bit one! Give Mommy a good fucking now! Harder, honey, harder! Fuck Mommy's cunt till I can't even walk!" Walter moaned, experiencing the luscious tightness of his mother's pussy. It seemed impossible that she had ever given birth; her cunt was tighter, and sucked his cock more sweetly, than that of the girl he'd been humping only minutes before. Now his cock was all the way inside her syrupy fuck channel, buried to the balls. Patty felt completely overwhelmed by the size of his fuck shaft. It stuffed her belly, reaching into the depths of her womb. Her horny son started working his ass rapidly on top of her, spearing his big prick in and out of the clinging sheath of her pussy. "Do you like the way I fuck you, Mom?" he panted. "Do you want me to fuck you harder, Mom? Do you like the way I fuck your tight, juicy little cunt?" "Yes, baby," Patty squealed. She started bucking her hips in a frenzy, eager for harder, deeper thrusting of the wonderfully big cock. "Fuck your mother, baby. Mommy's cunt's so juicy! Unngggh! Harder, honey, please do it harder! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, Mommy needs a good cum so much!" Walter sprawled flat on his naked mother, crushing her giant tits under his chest. Then he started fucking her pussy as fast as he could. In and out his huge cock sawed, spearing into her womb. Patty humped and shuddered beneath him, grimacing and twisting her head from side to side, overwhelmed by the ecstasy of being fucked with her own son's prick. "Mommy's going to cum now!" she gasped, almost shouting out the words. "Harder, Walter! Unnggh! Fuck your mother, fuck your horny mother! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her pussy spasmed violently in orgasm, spewing juice onto Walter's hammering cock, sucking the aching stiffness of his huge, pounding prick. Walter kept fucking as hard as possible, relentlessly drilling his organ into the depths of her pussy hole. The cum lasted for nearly a minute straight. When it was over, Walter was still ramming his cock into her belly as hard as he could. He hadn't cum yet, had kept himself from filling his mother's belly with his hot, spewing seed. Which meant, Patty quickly realized, that she could suck it out of his big prick instead. "T-t-take it out, Walter," Patty panted, deeply ashamed of what she longed to do next. "Please, stop fucking Mommy's pussy." "Gotta cum," Walter grunted. "I know. I....I want to suck it now. Please, Walter. Mommy wants to suck your cock so bad." Walter stopped humping, pausing to smile knowingly down at his mom. Then he slid his throbbing prick out of her pussy and rose from the bed. He stood up, his cock pulsing as he waited for his mom to get on her knees in front of him. Patty did it. It made her feel like even more of a slut to kneel like this in front of her son, to be on her knees looking up at him as she popped his cock into her mouth and started sucking to draw out its load of spunk. "Give me some good cocksucking, Mom...." Patty stared hungrily at the huge cock throbbing in front of her face. She gripped it in her fist, sliding her hand down to the base to hold his cock in position. Then she popped the cock knob into her mouth, and then she started sucking it. It tasted especially good now, from fucking two wet, creamy pussies in a row. Contentedly Patty gurgled as she nursed on the big prick, thrusting her tongue into the cum hole to lap up the oozing jizz. The cock knob was already very fat and puffy, and the cum cream oozed out every instant. Patty's pussy got itchy again as she thought of how much cock juice was jacked in her son's balls, of how heavily he would soon be showering her tonsils with cream. "Man, you like putting my cock in your mouth, don't you, Mom?" Patty didn't answer. She was too busy sucking cock. Loudly and wetly she slurped on the tasty prick, hearing her own gurgling, smacking sounds of cocksucking pleasure filling the bedroom. The prick grew even stiffer, beating on the roof of her mouth. Patty thrust her left hand between her thighs, beginning to rub her wet pussy. Shamelessly she finger fucked and sucked hard cock at the same time. Her mouth was stretched to bursting, contorted obscenely as she struggled to accommodate the blood-beating thickness of her young son's cock. Patty bobbed her head, her blonde tresses bouncing on her shoulders, urgently fucking her mouth with his cock. She tightened her fingers around the base of his cock, and then she started beating his prick meat much harder than before, urgently whipping her right hand up and down the pulsing stalk of his prick. "Gonna shoot it," Walter gasped. He clutched her head with both hands, lunging forward, cramming another half-inch of his cock between her lips. "Suck it, Mom, suck it good! Unngh! You're a great cocksucker, Mom! Oh, fuck, cumming now!" The giant prick started spewing, spraying rich gobs of cum juice down the cock-loving mother's throat. Patty nursed feverishly on her boy's giant cock, loving the taste of his cream. Again and again, the sappy white stuff sprayed out of his cock tip, spurting on her tonsils, running down her throat. Patty clung shamelessly to the huge, squirting cock, jacking and sucking it, feeling her belly filing up with cream. At last the sticky white cock juice stopped blasting out of his hard-on. Patty popped the big, wet cock out of her mouth, panting as she stared intently at the cock knob. She felt completely depraved now, unable to suppress her constant craving to fuck and suck with her own son. If she'd gone this far with him, she might as well go the rest of the way. It had been a long, long time since she'd felt a prick anywhere near as huge as her son's boring into her tender little shitter. "You're....you're a dirty boy, Walter," Patty panted, still jacking his fuck pole slow and hard. "You're a dirty boy for wanting to fuck your mother like this. Don't you feel dirty for letting Mommy suck your cock?" "No." "I'll....I'll bet you fantasize about fucking Mommy's tight little asshole too, don't you? That would be just like you. Do you fantasize about fucking my hot little asshole when you jack off, honey? Is that where you'd like to shove this big cock of yours next?" Walter just grinned in response, his prick throbbing harder than ever. Patty rose unsteadily to her feet. The idea of asshole fucking was morally repugnant to her, but that meant nothing to the puckered, pink hole that was now already throbbing lewdly in and out. It just happened to be the case that Patty had been born with an unusually sensitive, itchy little asshole. Whenever her cunt got wet, her asshole usually felt hot and tingly too. "You'd better get some Vaseline from the bathroom, Walter. I guess you're never going to get over your sick desire to fuck your mother unless I let you fuck my asshole too." Walter disappeared into the bathroom. Patty grabbed a pillow, thrusting it under her belly to elevate her slim hips. She felt completely ashamed of herself, knowing how badly she needed this torrid session of assfucking with her son. Shamefully she gripped her rounded little white ass globes, spreading them wide, revealing her pink, puckered shit orifice to her only son. Walter returned to the bedroom, finding his mother sprawled on her stomach, holding her ass cheeks open. He grinned, again joining her on the bed. Patty heard him moving behind her, uncapping the Vaseline jar. She whimpered as her boy started pasting the lube liberally all over her little shitter. "Stick your fingers in, Walter. Get Mommy's little asshole nice and juicy." Walter did as his mother asked, straightening his fingers, thrusting them into the gripping interior of his mother's shit tunnel. Patty groaned, fucking her tight, itchy asshole onto his hand. Then she heard a new sound behind her as her son basted his huge cock liberally with Vaseline. "That's enough, Walter. Time to fuck Mommy's asshole now, honey. Hurry, honey, give Mommy's asshole a good, hard ass fucking!" Walter mounted his naked mother, aiming his swollen cock tip at her rubbery shit hole. Patty gasped with intense pleasure as she felt the cock cleaving into her bowels, instantly stretching her burning asshole to the bursting point around the invading thickness of his prick. It had been so, so long since her last asshole reaming. Patty's asshole was already sucking and spasming needfully in response to her son's cock, sucking and gripping Walter's prick to welcome it into her body. Patty bit her lip, suppressing the slight pain she felt as her asshole stretched to accommodate his cock. Then she started humping again, wiggling at the same time, trying to help her hung son stuff every inch of his fuck pole into her narrow, gripping ass. "Fuck your mother, fuck Mommy's little asshole!" she pleaded. Patty released her buns, no longer needing to hole them open. She thrust her hand under her belly and started finger fucking, rubbing her aching clitty as hard as she could. "Mommy needs assfucking, Walter!" she panted. "Deeper, baby, really ram it in now! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck Mommy's asshole as deep as you can!" Walter grunted as he heaved on top of her, forcing his immense cock deeper and deeper into the Vaseline-slickened heat of her asshole. Then it was all the way inside her, buried to the balls, his huge prick pulsating as it soaked in the indescribable tightness of her shit tunnel. Patty started humping harder, moaning and crying as she shamefully fucked her stretched, tingling asshole onto his cock. Walter pulled out slowly, then rammed his prick back into her bowels. Then he settled into a hard, fast rhythm, slamming his prick in and out of his mother's horny little shitter. "Fuck my asshole, fuck my horny little asshole!" Patty pleaded. She finger fucked her pussy in a frenzy, simultaneously thrusting her asshole onto his cock. "Unngggh! Mommy's got such a horny little asshole, honey! It needs fucking super bad! Oh, shit, please do it harder! Oh, darling, fuck Mommy's asshole as hard as you can!" Walter did as his mother asked, ramming his cock up her shit chute as hard as he could. The enormous fuck organ had swelled even stiffer, and Patty sensed that her hung son would soon be basting her bowel tract with another load of cum. The orgasm burst suddenly deep inside her, making her pussy gush onto her fingers, and her asshole spasmadically grip and milk around Walter's hammering cock. Patty shrieked with shameful pleasure, humping and bucking and thrusting as hard as she could. "Fuck my asshole, fuck Mommy's horny asshole!" she cried. "My asshole's cumming now, Walter! Fuck it, fuck it good! Cuummmiiinnngggg!" Walter collapsed on top of her, ramming his cock to the hilt in her tenderly sucking bowels. Then his load of cock juice spewed out of his balls. It lashed out of his cock tip, spraying into his mother's asshole, deluging her shitter with an ocean of cream. Hornily the naked mother flexed her shitting muscles around the huge, erupting cock, helping him draining his balls completely in her ass. * * * * * * * * She had to do something about Walter's craving to fuck her. Patty paced her bedroom several hours later, trying to ignore the wet ache in her pussy, wondering what she could do to end her shocking, incestuous liaison with her son. She'd make him see a counselor. Yes, that was right. A counselor could help him deal with his uncontrollable sex drive. Patty went to her bureau, finding her address book and thumbing through the pages. She still didn't think that her own lust had anything to do with the fact that she'd let her son fuck her. She blamed it all on him. Margaret Kelly. She was a therapist of some sort. Patty had heard about her because Margaret Kelly sometimes worked with young people referred by Walter's school. Margaret was supposed to be a mother too, with a growing son of her own. Having a record of school referrals was as much endorsement as Patty needed. She'd make sure that Walter saw Margaret Kelly as soon as possible, to discuss his shocking desire to suck and fuck his very own mother.
My aunt Lucy was always fond of me. No matter what the even was, she would go out of her way to hold me, or touch me in some way. I was her little Jem. My mom would always let my older sisters and I stay at her house. My first sexual memory with Aunt Lucy happened when 8. My two sisters (who are twins) were 12 at the time, and I was never cool enough to hang out with them. Lucy made me feel special. Lucy was beautiful. She was in her mid thirties and always had a handsome boyfriend. She had long brown hair that always looked perfect. We were all watching a movie in Aunt Lucy's bedroom. The girls were laying on the bed with their heads close to the TV. Like usual, Aunt Lucy had me sit on her lap. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. We were tucked under the blankets on her bed, so comfy. I was starting to get sleepy, and I knew I wouldn't stay awake long. "Is my little Jem sleepy?" she whispered in my ear. I shook my head no. She released her grip on my waist and her right hand rested upon my right thigh. She kissed my neck softly and lovingly, like any aunt would do, I thought. She brought her other hand down so that both of her hands were resting on either thigh, half touching my nightie material, half touching skin. "It's ok if you close your eyes." she again whispered. Her fingers grazing the insides of both of my thighs. I felt strange. No one touched me in that area. She wasn't more than two inches above my knee but it was still an untouched zone. She kept her left hand stationary, but her right hand started softly touching up and down my inner thigh. It gave me the chills. I think she noticed my goosebumps because she whispered "are you ok?" I really wasn't, I was scared, it felt very wrong. At any moment I was afraid the twins would notice what was happening and I would get in trouble. But, I loved my aunt and I trusted her, so I nodded that I was ok. She kissed me again, this time the kiss was a little wet, almost like she had licked my soft skin. The fingers on her right hand were now caressing my thigh all the way to the line of my underwear. She stopped at the elastic band for a moment and then continued to touch the cotton mound. She brought her knees up and spread her legs so that it forced my legs to part as far as they could go. Still, the twins didn't look back at us. She continued to rub my cotton panties into my hairless pussy. I could feel the material getting damp and I didn't know why. I felt my eyes well up with tears because I thought I did something wrong. "Girls, the rest of the movie can wait until tomorrow, head off to bed". Her loud statement scared me. She turned me and held me like a baby. "Jemma is going to sleep in here with me. Go brush your teeth and get to sleep". She sat me down on the bed next to her. Both of my sisters groaned and then gave her a kiss and went off to bed. Aunt Lucy locked the door behind them. I was now more alert that I was all day. Any thought of sleeping had escaped my mind. "Are you ok, my beautiful baby?" she asked. All I could do was nod. "I want to show you how much I love you, is that ok? You are so special to me. I want to show you just how special." She walked over to the bed. I still layed back on the pillows. "Stand up for me." I did as she asked. She ran her hands down the sides of my nightie. When she reached the bottom, she pulled it swiftly up over my head. "You are beautiful" Her mouth engulfed one of my nipples. Her tongue flicked it a few times before going to the other. She layed me down on the bed. She started to kiss me down my stomach and she didn't stop when she reached my panties. "mmmm...you smell so good baby". I couldn't believe it, but she had her mouth down there. I could feel her tounge pushing the fabric against my pussy. She pulled the fabric to the side, and I felt her tounge against the skin, it was like and electric shock. It was like a flip was switched in her. She grabbed the top of my panties and forcefully pulled them down. "Aunt Luc-" I began to whimper, before her hand met my mouth. "Shhhhhh...this is going to feel good, don't be a bad girl, or I will have to punish you". I began to cry, which she ignored. She pushed my legs apart as far as they would go. I felt so exposed. For a few seconds she just looked at me, spread open. My hairless pussy dripping. She situated herself on the bed, and her tounge went crazy. Little licks on my clit, and then a big lick from my anus to my pussy. Her tounge entered my and filled me. She fucked me with her tounge. As fast as she could. She moaned with pleasure. My body felt helpless. I never had these feelings before. I was terrified, but it actually felt good. She brought her fingers up to my pussy, and with the other hand she covered my mouth. She quickly entered me with two fingers, I screamed in pain into her hand. It was like a huge hot wave poured over me. She continued to fuck me with her fingers. She brought them out of my pussy and put them into my mouth. They tasted different than anything I had tasted before. She stood up and tore her nightgown off. Her body was beautiful. Her breasts were much bigger than mine, but her pussy was hairless like me. She told me to stand up on the bed and she layed down. She picked up my waist and positioned me over her head so that I was facing down towards her feet. "Put that delicious pussy over my mouth. I want you to ride it like it's a pony". I knelt down and my pussy was an inch from her face. She pushed me forward so that my head was now resting by her pussy. "Lick me sweetheart, show me you love me". I did as she asked. It tasted different than her fingers had, but it tasted good. She licked me ferociously. First my pussy, then she spread by ass cheeks and licked my anus, back and forth between the two. She settled on my pussy, licking and licking. Soon I felt pressure on my anus. She pushed a finger into me, and fucked my ass as she licked my pussy. All of a sudden a wave of pleasure went over me. I screamed into her pussy and collapsed onto her body. She rolled me over and layed me the right way on the bed. She kissed my lips, and then my forehead. "this is our little secret you know". I nodded. "Did that feel good??" I smiled and said "Yes". "Good, because there is much more." She wasn't lying.
Fbailey story number 663 What A Small Bikini For our twentieth wedding anniversary I decided to take the whole family on a Caribbean Cruse. That included my beautiful wife and myself, my mother and my mother-in-law, and our two daughters. Both of our fathers had passed away leaving our mothers alone. They take such good care of our daughters that I felt they deserved a reward too. Our daughters are Hannah aged sixteen and Beatrice aged fourteen. Both girls are quite well developed. They take after their mother and grandmother in the big breast department. On the other hand they both take after my mother in the athletic body department. I booked three rooms planning on each girl bunking in with one of their grandmothers, leaving my wife and myself alone. Somewhere along the line the two grandmothers wanted to bunk together. They were concerned about getting lucky and they didn’t want to corrupt the girls. The girls on the other hand were thinking the very same thing. I guess we all had sex on our minds in one way or another. After passing the outer limit, Hannah could drink legally. That meant that she could get booze for her sister too. I allowed them each a glass of wine. We all put on our swimsuits and headed out to the pool area. That was a big mistake. My five women were not at all impressed with their own suits after seeing what the competition was wearing. So we headed straight to the bikini shop. Now I was comfortable in my swim trunks but my wife tried very hard to get me into a tight pair of Speedos. After some very explicit sexual promises I gave in. I watched them go from rack to rack in five different directions. I watched them hold some up, shake their heads, and then put them back. Somehow they all made their way to the far corner where the hangers were bigger than the bikinis that were displayed on them. Basically they were two Band-Aids and a pair of shoelaces. The price tag was outrageous for what you were getting. As I looked around I figured out that the less material it was made out of the more expensive the bikini was. They each picked out three bikinis to try on. They packed themselves into one big changing room and then they didn’t come out. Finally my wife opened the door and invited me in. It seems that they were not quite ready to put that much skin on display. So as a last resort and the one paying for them, I got invited in. I looked at my almost naked wife and said, “What a small bikini.” She actually blushed. It was Hannah my oldest daughter that said, “How do I look Daddy? I really like this one but I feel so naked in it. Can I get it? Please.” All I asked was, “Will you really wear it?” Hannah took in a deep breath and said, “Yes, but you haven’t seen it all yet.” Then Hannah turned around to show me the back view. She was actually naked except for a few very thin strings that resembled fishing line running across her back, her waist, and down her butt crack. I had to smile, she looked magnificent naked from behind. I said, “If you bend over and hold your ankles for a full minute, you can have it along with the other two that you picked out.” When Hannah bent over her butt cheeks separated and I could see her dark asshole and her fuzzy pussy. I reached out and pulled a few tiny hairs. She giggled and said, “Daddy could you shave me down there?” When I answered yes, I got four more requests to do them too…even my own mother. Before we left the changing room I got a really good look at the rest of the girls, including them holding onto their ankles. I was so glad that I had a lining in my old swim trunks that attempted to conceal my erection. I was sure that they had all noticed even my fourteen-year-old daughter. They each got three bikinis and I could hardly believe that all fifteen of their new bikinis put together couldn’t make my new swimsuit…and that was pretty small itself. At our row of rooms Hannah asked her mother if she could go in first to get her pussy shaved. My wife told her that she could go first but that she would have to wait a few minutes. My wife then took me into our room, pushed me up against the door, and sucked my cock with everyone just three feet behind me. It was very quick but it was very nice. A moment later she opened the door and let Hannah in. As I closed the door behind her I saw my mother scoop up a small dab of cum from my wife’s chin with her finger and stick it in her mouth. Hannah removed her skimpy top then her skimpy bottom. When I asked her why she had removed her top she said, “Grandma told me that if a girl is willing to spread her naked pussy for a guy that she should show him her tits too.” I asked, “Did she say anything else?” Hannah blushed and said, “No, but your mother did. She told me that if I got you hard again that it should be me that fixes it, not my mother.” There was a pause and then she asked, “What did Mom do? It didn’t take very long.” It was my turn to blush. I had always tried to be honest with my girls so I replied, “She gave me a blowjob and I was too excited to really appreciate it.” Hannah thought about that statement for a minute and then asked, “Does Mom enjoy it as much as you do?” I replied, “Yes! She enjoys making me happy as much as I enjoy making her happy.” By then I had lifted her up onto the counter in the bathroom and had a pair of scissors out to cut away the longer hairs. She had trimmed her pussy before and tried to shave the edges. I placed her pubic hairs on a piece of toilet paper and then applied the shaving cream to her pussy. I managed to slip a finger into her crack and touch her clit a few times. She liked it. When I was done shaving her pussy I washed her off and then I kissed her clit holding her lips open with my fingers. Hannah asked, “Is that what you do to Mom when she sucks your cock?” I asked, “What do you know about sucking cocks?” Hannah giggled and said, “I’ve sucked Jimmy’s a few times but he never kissed my pussy.” I laughed and said, “Then stop sucking his cock until he does.” To push my point home I leaned in and started eating my sixteen-year-old daughter’s freshly shaved pussy. It was very nice because she had been secreting her womanly fluids ever since the bikini shop. She was hot to trot and ready to go. So I gave her an orgasm that really rocked her world. Without a word she jumped down off the counter and down onto her knees. She pulled my trunks down to my feet and started sucking my rock hard cock. She was pretty good at it too. Even though my wife had just given me one I sure enjoyed the second one. I gave her just as much cum to swallow as I had her mother. Hannah went out and sent Beatrice in. She said that everyone was in the grandma’s room waiting for their turn. Beatrice said that she and Hannah wanted to get to the pool so the others let her go next. She too removed her top. Her breasts were smaller than her sister’s breasts but she was still a full B-cup. Her pussy had less hair but I still cut as much off as I could and put it on another piece of toilet paper. I had put Hanna’s name, date, and time on her pile to identify it later. I was going to keep it all. I enjoyed eating her pussy just as much as she did. She sucked on the head of my cock for a minute to thank me. It was her first attempt at a blowjob. I didn’t cum but I told her that I had really enjoyed it. She promised to do better the next time. She sent in my wife’s mother. She got naked, I shaved her pussy bald, and then I ate her out. She could not remember the last time that a man had done that for her. Instead of a blowjob she let me fuck her. What a woman! My mother was next. I was more hesitant than she was about it. At her request I removed her skimpy bikini. It was as exciting as opening a Christmas present. I trimmed her hair, saving it. I shaved her pubic mound to find a tattoo underneath. It read: Property of Bill. My father’s name was Bill, not William. I smiled and Mom said, “He wanted to mark his territory, so I got it.” I then held one pussy lip tightly as I ran the razor down the outside. I held the other lip and then I held both lips open with one hand as I ran the razor over the top of her clit. She wanted me to run the razor around her asshole to, like my father used to. When I was done I ate her pussy to an orgasm. Then she insisted that I put my cock inside her pussy, like my father used too. I told her that I had cum three times all ready. She said that it didn’t matter, she just needed it inside her. I took her to my bed and slipped it in as we faced one another. Mom said, “I have wanted you to do this for a very long time. Do you know that both of your daughters were disappointed that you didn’t fuck them? They are both virgins and they both want you to be their first. They also are having a contest to see which one can get the most boys to fuck them. So my dear son, you have to take their virginities tonight. Is that clear?” I told her that I would as I was filling my mother with cum. When my mother left, my wife came in. All she needed was a quick shave and to get out to the pool. I told her what my mother had said about our daughters and she just smiled. She said, “I know all about it. The girls have a bet going with their grandmothers to see who can fuck the most boys. I’m the judge. You didn’t exactly help them out. You fucked both of our mothers but you didn’t fuck our daughters. That gave those old ladies the advantage.” With a freshly shaved pussy my wife put her new bikini back on and said, “You stay right here. I’ll send the girls right in. Do them both at the same time but slip it into Hannah first. After all she is the oldest.” In a matter of minutes I had my two naked daughters on my bed with their knees up and their feet spread. I was kneeling at Hannah’s butt and placed the head of my cock just into her pussy lips when I asked, “Are you sure about this?” Hannah and Beatrice both said, “Yes” so I gently but steadily inserted my cock into my daughter. I rested it in there at its full depth for a minute then I pulled it out and slipped it fully into Beatrice. Hannah said, “Okay, you put it in me so I’m no longer a virgin, so you can cum in Beatrice if you want too. I don’t mind.” I asked, “Is that okay with you?” Beatrice smiled and said, “Oh yes, I’d like that.” Hannah said, “Now we are tied with the grandmas, one each.” After filling Beatrice I needed a rest. An hour later my wife woke me up with a kiss. I asked what I had missed and she laughed. She told me that the contest was a tie. I told her that I all ready knew that. She laughed again and said that the score was tied at three each. Three! It seems that our contest was off to a very quick start. Our daughters had found two groups of Boy Scouts on their way to a week of camping and our mothers had found a big tour group of widowers from New York City. Let the games begin. The End What A Small Bikini 663
Jessica strained and struggled against the bonds that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth, causing a steady stream of drool to leak out before dripping onto her breasts. She loved the sensation of being helpless and the thought of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before. Scarcely more than an 24 hours ago she had been sitting at her computer idly surfing the internet when a popup and caught her attention. Something about it had intrigued her, to the point that she ignored her initial impulse to close it and resume clicking. She wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all. "You are bored with your sex life" it had said. She had noticed that it wasn't a question the way they so often are, and it didn't blink, or flash, or ask for her credit card number, the way you might expect. All it said was that she was bored, and a small blue link filled the bottom of the window. When she had clicked on it she was taken to a blank black screen with nothing but a logo in the upper right corner that said "Sexual Adventures." The only other thing on the screen was an address and a time. At this point she was hooked. She wasn't sure what it was about this that spoke to something inside of her, and any rational person should have ignored it or run the other direction, but instead she copied down the address and the time. *** She arrived at the address and was surprised to see what looked to be an office park in the middle of a group of warehouses. A carefully manicured lawn and a row of hedges sheltered the small parking lot from the passing gaze of the road in front of it. She pulled up and parked in front of the building, choosing a spot closest to the door. The logo that she had seen from the website had been etched into the glass of the door. She felt her pulse quicken in excitement. She hesitated only momentarily before picking up her purse and heading inside the building. A typical waiting room filled the front of the building and a woman looked up from behind a desk as she entered. She raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "I found your website..." Jessica started awkwardly The woman handed her a clipboard with a thick packet of paperwork. "Fill that out and bring it back when you are done" she said Jessica read through the paperwork which turned out to be a mess of nondisclosure and waivers in case of injury, not something that boded overly well as an introduction. Again she hesitated. In the end she went through with it and handed the mess of paperwork to the secretary. The woman glanced through the paperwork, as she finished she reached out and pushed a button that had been mounted to the underside of the countertop. "They will be with you shortly." she said "have a seat" Jessica sat in one of the chair's nearest to the door, scarcely a moment had passed before two men in black jumpsuits entered through a door at the far end of the room. "Jessica?" one asked She nodded mutely. "Come with us" he said She walked with them through the door. Past the carefully manicured front office large parts of the building reverted back to the warehouse that it had almost certainly been before its current use. The entered into a room with walls that had been stripped to the studs. The men started to undress her with careful efficiency. She was stripped bare in a matter of second. They strapped stiff leather cuffs around her wrists before securing them to a chain that was attached to one of the cross beams in the ceiling. One of the men went over to a rack leaning against the wall and returned with a long metal bar with loops on either end. The spread her legs apart and attached each end of the bar to one of her ankles. Lastly one of the men reached into his pocket and produced a bright red ballgag. She opened her mouth obediently and they secured it behind her head, pulling it tight and securing it, her mouth forced open as the ball pressed between her jaws. Their job done the two men left the room, closing the door behind them. Jessica could barely move, her wrists were secured in such a way that she could only touch the floor if she stood on the tips of her toes. She felt vulnerable and exposed, her breasts and pussy were on display to anyone who walked by and she would not be able to so much as cover herself if she so desired. Somewhere behind her she heard the door open and the sound of bare feet walking on the concrete approached her. She tried to turn to face whoever had entered the room but her bonds kept her from moving more than her head, which was unable to provide her with so much as a glance at her company. Rough, calloused hands brushed against her tender, exposed flesh, eliciting a surprised squeak. She tried involuntarily to flinch away from the new sensation but again she was unable to make any headway. One hand slid up her chest, grasping both of her breasts firmly and twisting her nipples painfully before one slid down between her legs. Another body pressed up against her and she felt the stiff pressure of an erect cock press against her ass. The hands held her body tight, holding her in place. His fingers started to stroke along the length of her already sopping wet pussy before dipping inside to discover her clit. She groaned, her mouth obstructed by the gag that was still in place as his skillful touch brought her to the brink of orgasm and kept her there. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for the last bit of pleasure she needed to cascade into orgasm, but the sweet release was denied her. He kept her on the brink. "Do you want to cum?" a voice made husky with desire whispered in her ear she nodded vigorously, to engrossed in his touch to trust herself with words "When we ask you something you say 'yes sir' or 'no sir'" he said "yesh shir" she mumbled through the gag with barely more than a flick his touch brought one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had screaming to life inside of her. She collapsed, sagging against bonds that kept her upright and exposed. His hands left her body and she felt a pressure against the outer edge of her pussy. With hardly a moment's notice his cock thrust inside of her, his first thrust lifting her from the ground with its force. He grabbed her hips, using them as leverage to increase his thrusts, each one causing his balls to smack against her pussy and her breasts to slap together. The room that they were in echoed the cries of their passion. She ached for him to be rougher, his thrusts to be stronger, his hands to rake her flesh. Try as she might the gag in her mouth prevented her from making much more than grunting sounds and she soon gave up trying, resigning herself to his care. He slammed his cock into her, her tight wet hole enveloping his member. She screamed again into the gag as another orgasm ripped through her. Had her legs not been restrained and her arms secured to the ceiling she likely would have collapsed, and her body did its best to relax, her legs going weak. She sagged against her bonds. Her partner either took no notice or did not care about the state that she was in, continuing his thrusts. His hands slipped around, grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples cruelly. He lifted each breast by the nipple, eliciting a pained protest from her. His grunts and cries increased, seeming to come from all around her as the echoed from the bare studs and concrete floor. She tried to close her legs, an involuntary motion brought on by muscle contractions that rocked through her, but the iron bar that bound her legs kept them apart, her pussy remaining accessible to her partners use. The speed of his thrusts increased until all of a sudden he stopped, almost motionless. Short seconds later a wave of hot cum erupted from his cock, spraying and coating the inside of her pussy. He pulled his cock from her well used hole and without another word he turned and left the room. Bound as she was her legs forced apart by irons cruel embrace she could neither cover herself nor obstruct the flow of cum that had started to leak from her pussy. Workers in black jumpsuits entered the room. Carefully but firmly they released the bonds that secured her arms over her head and she sighed as protesting muscles were allowed to ease into a more comfortable position. She could feel the cum leaking out of her and her thoughts were of getting into a hot shower and working the knots out of her arms. She was surprised when instead of just helping her out of her bonds the workers pulled her arms behind her back. They were tied there, her skin bit by the grain of nylon rope. The spreader bar was removed from between her legs and they two were tied together, causing her to have to lean against one of the workers. She felt a hand squeeze one of her breasts and looked into the eyes of the man who was holding her up, he grinned lustily at her. They carried her over to one corner of the room where a mattress had been tossed haphazardly. All at once the support that she was leaning against was removed and she toppled onto the mattress, bouncing with the force of her fall. The two workers left her, the door shutting with a sense of finality. She squirmed into a position where she could be comfortable. Her pussy was sore from the abuse that it had endured earlier and she knew she was going to be walking a little funny the next day. This was something that she had never done before, and she was already enjoying herself a great deal. She cried and squirmed under his care. This man was every bit as rough as the last. She could tell that she already had bruises forming from her rough treatment and she wondered how she was going to explain them. He rolled her over onto her back, further pinning her arms against the mattress. He slid his cock inside of her, the position of her legs making her pussy tighter than usual. The cum that was still leaking out of her from her last partner helped to ease his cock inside. He was bigger than the last man and she groaned through the obstacle in her mouth as his cock stretched out her aching pussy. "you got something to say?" he asked reaching behind her head he undid the gag, pulling it from her mouth and tossing it idaly to the side. "fuck me harder" she pleaded with a groan "what did you say slut?" he asked, slapping her ass roughly "please fuck me harder sir" she begged He rolled her over onto her side, her arms still restrained behind her back causing her to grunt in discomfort as sore joints protested the repositioning. Strong hands grasped her arm and one of her thighs, using them as leverage to pull her aching body against his. She moaned and screamed, her mouth now free of obstructions as his cock sunk deep into her pussy. The force of his thrusts increased, bouncing her body around on the mattress in the throes of wanton passion, her body used as his sexy toy, bound and controlled for his pleasure. Her cries now unfettered filled the small room, echoing off the bare walls and cement floor. At the height of her pleasure she heard him grunt, sinking the length of his cock into her he cried out. She felt a wash of cum, molten in the heat of their passion flow forth, coating the inside of her abused pussy and pushing her over the edge into another screaming orgasm, one more in a long line of uncounted pleasure.
Chapter Two: Patty refused to fuck her son again that day, as often as he pestered her for another chance to slide his seemingly always hard cock into her pussy. Refusing him wasn't easy. She spent most of the evening finger fucking, locked in her room and feverishly rubbing her wet pussy, all to thoughts of the joy she'd experienced with her son's huge prick. The next morning, Walter came to the breakfast table completely naked, with an enormous throbbing hard-on that was already leaking tasty looking cum juice. He made a valiant effort to fuck his mother again, squeezing and fondling her body as she served him breakfast, making her look at his magnificent cock. Again, Patty turned him down. Again, she had to spend the next several hours finger fucking. She knew it was worth the effort. Her torrid fuck and suck session the day before had been a one-time degenerate episode that could never be repeated. What kind of mother spread her legs and opened her pussy for her very own child? Early that afternoon, Patty dressed and went shopping. The first thing she heard when she let herself back into the house was the frantic moaning and screaming upstairs. Patty just stood there, unable to believe her ears, instantly feeling her pussy growing wet, hot and sticky under her panties. Then she rembered what her son had said the day before. He'd decided to keep his promise. He'd brought home some young girl to fuck. "Oh, fuck me, Walter!" The girl was obviously in the throes of ecstasy. She sounded very young. "Unngh! Oh, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me hard! Make me cum, Walter!" Patty put the groceries on the kitchen counter. She was trembling. She went upstairs, her mind already filing with obscene images, of her hung son slamming his dripping prick into some lucky little slut's gooey cunt. The voices grew louder. Her son's bedroom door was open. Patty told herself not to look, told herself that the sight of her son fucking another girl would again put her incestuous lust for him over the edge. Patty couldn't help herself. She stood in the open door, staring in. The girl was young, blonde and slinky. She was on top of Walter, who lay on his back, smiling up at her, his hands folder behind his head. The girl had a very quick, nimble ass, and she was now gyrating it in a frenzy, frantically pistoning her wet little pussy up and down Walter's cock. "Gonna cum," the girl panted. She clutched Walter's shoulders, shuddering as she slammed her hairy little fuck hole onto the base of his prick. "Fuck me, Walter. Love your prick, Walter! Fuck me, fuck me...." "Get out," Patty hissed. "Oh, shit!" the girl said. The girl leapt off the bed, making Walter's cock slide out of her pussy with an obscene popping sound. Patty advanced on her menacingly. Thirty seconds later, the anonymous little slut was gone, having set a potential world record in wiggling into her clothes and dashing down the stairs. She was alone in the house with her son again. Patty stood at the foot of the bed, breathing hard, staring at her son's enormous cock. "What was the meaning of that?" "I was horny," Walter shrugged, with a grin. "I told you I might bring some chick over, Mom. I mean, if you won't fuck me anymore, why shouldn't I?" "You're disgusting," Patty hissed. "A girl that age, fucking her like that right in your room. With the door wide open. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Can't you ever think about anything but your big cock?" "Nope. Matter of fact, I'm thinking about it right now. Why don't you let me fuck your tight pussy again, Momma? Shit, I'd shoot my cum up your pussy than that chick's any day." "You're disgusting." "Come on, Mom." He got off the bed, naked, his enormous fuck organ wagging obscenely before him as he advanced on his chaste, secretly sex- starved mother. Patty just stood there. She knew she could have left, or yelled at him again. But watching Walter's gigantic cock boring into the young girl's pussy had made her so, so horny. Her cunt was throbbing again, beating as it oozed juice into her panties. Patty needed a good fucking very, very badly. "Take your hands off of me," she said feebly. But she didn't mean it, and they both knew it. Walter led her to the bed. He put her on her back, letting his mother lie there as he stripped off her clothes. Her large, stiff-nippled tit melons wobbled tantalizingly as he pulled off her huge bra, and Walter paused to nurse on his mother's tits, to slurp her red nipples deeply between his lips. Off came her shoes, her skirt, her wet, cunt juice-smelling bikini panties. Then the fuck-hungry mother was completely naked. Walter joined her on the bed, crawling up between her legs. "Cock 'em up, Mom." "No, Walter. You know it's a sin. You don't really want to fuck Mommy again, do you?" "I said cock 'em up." "Oh, Walter...." Shamefully, hornily, the mother then did as her son asked. She raised her knees high over her shoulders, spreading them, completely opening her wet, throbbing, curly-haired pussy hole for the invasion of his cock. Walter grinned, mounting his mother. He fit the spongy tip of his prick between the pouting petals of her very tight cunt. "Man, I've really got a hot load now," he panted. "I was just about to shoot off when you walked in. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard I'll probably knock you off the bed!" Patty didn't answer. She was too busy looking down, excitedly watching her son's immense cock-lance boring into her pussy. The stiff prick stretched her pussy lusciously, making the walls clasp and grip exquisitely around the invading thickness of his cock. For nearly a full day she'd fantasized about this, about again feeling her boy's prick slamming back into the pussy that had birthed him. Now it was deep inside her again, boring deep inside her cunt. Shamefully the naked mother stared wigging and humping, fucking her horny, itchy pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of Walter's cock. "Yes, Walter, it feels so good now," she panted. "It's time to fuck Mommy again, honey. Unnggh! Fuck your mother, lover, fuck your mother's horny cunt!" She cocked her long legs up higher, draping her ankles over his shoulders, completely opening her gooey pussy hole for the skewering shaft of his cock. Her hung son started fucking. He braced his knees on the bed, looming over his mom, supporting his weight on straight arms. Rhythmically he fucked her tightly grasping pussy, spearing his big cock in and out of her cunt. "Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" Patty gasped. She humped to meet his strokes, her enormous tits bouncing and shivering, undulating every time her son fucked her deep wit his cock. "Unnngh! Oh, shit, Walter, you've really got a bit one! Give Mommy a good fucking now! Harder, honey, harder! Fuck Mommy's cunt till I can't even walk!" Walter moaned, experiencing the luscious tightness of his mother's pussy. It seemed impossible that she had ever given birth; her cunt was tighter, and sucked his cock more sweetly, than that of the girl he'd been humping only minutes before. Now his cock was all the way inside her syrupy fuck channel, buried to the balls. Patty felt completely overwhelmed by the size of his fuck shaft. It stuffed her belly, reaching into the depths of her womb. Her horny son started working his ass rapidly on top of her, spearing his big prick in and out of the clinging sheath of her pussy. "Do you like the way I fuck you, Mom?" he panted. "Do you want me to fuck you harder, Mom? Do you like the way I fuck your tight, juicy little cunt?" "Yes, baby," Patty squealed. She started bucking her hips in a frenzy, eager for harder, deeper thrusting of the wonderfully big cock. "Fuck your mother, baby. Mommy's cunt's so juicy! Unngggh! Harder, honey, please do it harder! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, Mommy needs a good cum so much!" Walter sprawled flat on his naked mother, crushing her giant tits under his chest. Then he started fucking her pussy as fast as he could. In and out his huge cock sawed, spearing into her womb. Patty humped and shuddered beneath him, grimacing and twisting her head from side to side, overwhelmed by the ecstasy of being fucked with her own son's prick. "Mommy's going to cum now!" she gasped, almost shouting out the words. "Harder, Walter! Unnggh! Fuck your mother, fuck your horny mother! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her pussy spasmed violently in orgasm, spewing juice onto Walter's hammering cock, sucking the aching stiffness of his huge, pounding prick. Walter kept fucking as hard as possible, relentlessly drilling his organ into the depths of her pussy hole. The cum lasted for nearly a minute straight. When it was over, Walter was still ramming his cock into her belly as hard as he could. He hadn't cum yet, had kept himself from filling his mother's belly with his hot, spewing seed. Which meant, Patty quickly realized, that she could suck it out of his big prick instead. "T-t-take it out, Walter," Patty panted, deeply ashamed of what she longed to do next. "Please, stop fucking Mommy's pussy." "Gotta cum," Walter grunted. "I know. I....I want to suck it now. Please, Walter. Mommy wants to suck your cock so bad." Walter stopped humping, pausing to smile knowingly down at his mom. Then he slid his throbbing prick out of her pussy and rose from the bed. He stood up, his cock pulsing as he waited for his mom to get on her knees in front of him. Patty did it. It made her feel like even more of a slut to kneel like this in front of her son, to be on her knees looking up at him as she popped his cock into her mouth and started sucking to draw out its load of spunk. "Give me some good cocksucking, Mom...." Patty stared hungrily at the huge cock throbbing in front of her face. She gripped it in her fist, sliding her hand down to the base to hold his cock in position. Then she popped the cock knob into her mouth, and then she started sucking it. It tasted especially good now, from fucking two wet, creamy pussies in a row. Contentedly Patty gurgled as she nursed on the big prick, thrusting her tongue into the cum hole to lap up the oozing jizz. The cock knob was already very fat and puffy, and the cum cream oozed out every instant. Patty's pussy got itchy again as she thought of how much cock juice was jacked in her son's balls, of how heavily he would soon be showering her tonsils with cream. "Man, you like putting my cock in your mouth, don't you, Mom?" Patty didn't answer. She was too busy sucking cock. Loudly and wetly she slurped on the tasty prick, hearing her own gurgling, smacking sounds of cocksucking pleasure filling the bedroom. The prick grew even stiffer, beating on the roof of her mouth. Patty thrust her left hand between her thighs, beginning to rub her wet pussy. Shamelessly she finger fucked and sucked hard cock at the same time. Her mouth was stretched to bursting, contorted obscenely as she struggled to accommodate the blood-beating thickness of her young son's cock. Patty bobbed her head, her blonde tresses bouncing on her shoulders, urgently fucking her mouth with his cock. She tightened her fingers around the base of his cock, and then she started beating his prick meat much harder than before, urgently whipping her right hand up and down the pulsing stalk of his prick. "Gonna shoot it," Walter gasped. He clutched her head with both hands, lunging forward, cramming another half-inch of his cock between her lips. "Suck it, Mom, suck it good! Unngh! You're a great cocksucker, Mom! Oh, fuck, cumming now!" The giant prick started spewing, spraying rich gobs of cum juice down the cock-loving mother's throat. Patty nursed feverishly on her boy's giant cock, loving the taste of his cream. Again and again, the sappy white stuff sprayed out of his cock tip, spurting on her tonsils, running down her throat. Patty clung shamelessly to the huge, squirting cock, jacking and sucking it, feeling her belly filing up with cream. At last the sticky white cock juice stopped blasting out of his hard-on. Patty popped the big, wet cock out of her mouth, panting as she stared intently at the cock knob. She felt completely depraved now, unable to suppress her constant craving to fuck and suck with her own son. If she'd gone this far with him, she might as well go the rest of the way. It had been a long, long time since she'd felt a prick anywhere near as huge as her son's boring into her tender little shitter. "You're....you're a dirty boy, Walter," Patty panted, still jacking his fuck pole slow and hard. "You're a dirty boy for wanting to fuck your mother like this. Don't you feel dirty for letting Mommy suck your cock?" "No." "I'll....I'll bet you fantasize about fucking Mommy's tight little asshole too, don't you? That would be just like you. Do you fantasize about fucking my hot little asshole when you jack off, honey? Is that where you'd like to shove this big cock of yours next?" Walter just grinned in response, his prick throbbing harder than ever. Patty rose unsteadily to her feet. The idea of asshole fucking was morally repugnant to her, but that meant nothing to the puckered, pink hole that was now already throbbing lewdly in and out. It just happened to be the case that Patty had been born with an unusually sensitive, itchy little asshole. Whenever her cunt got wet, her asshole usually felt hot and tingly too. "You'd better get some Vaseline from the bathroom, Walter. I guess you're never going to get over your sick desire to fuck your mother unless I let you fuck my asshole too." Walter disappeared into the bathroom. Patty grabbed a pillow, thrusting it under her belly to elevate her slim hips. She felt completely ashamed of herself, knowing how badly she needed this torrid session of assfucking with her son. Shamefully she gripped her rounded little white ass globes, spreading them wide, revealing her pink, puckered shit orifice to her only son. Walter returned to the bedroom, finding his mother sprawled on her stomach, holding her ass cheeks open. He grinned, again joining her on the bed. Patty heard him moving behind her, uncapping the Vaseline jar. She whimpered as her boy started pasting the lube liberally all over her little shitter. "Stick your fingers in, Walter. Get Mommy's little asshole nice and juicy." Walter did as his mother asked, straightening his fingers, thrusting them into the gripping interior of his mother's shit tunnel. Patty groaned, fucking her tight, itchy asshole onto his hand. Then she heard a new sound behind her as her son basted his huge cock liberally with Vaseline. "That's enough, Walter. Time to fuck Mommy's asshole now, honey. Hurry, honey, give Mommy's asshole a good, hard ass fucking!" Walter mounted his naked mother, aiming his swollen cock tip at her rubbery shit hole. Patty gasped with intense pleasure as she felt the cock cleaving into her bowels, instantly stretching her burning asshole to the bursting point around the invading thickness of his prick. It had been so, so long since her last asshole reaming. Patty's asshole was already sucking and spasming needfully in response to her son's cock, sucking and gripping Walter's prick to welcome it into her body. Patty bit her lip, suppressing the slight pain she felt as her asshole stretched to accommodate his cock. Then she started humping again, wiggling at the same time, trying to help her hung son stuff every inch of his fuck pole into her narrow, gripping ass. "Fuck your mother, fuck Mommy's little asshole!" she pleaded. Patty released her buns, no longer needing to hole them open. She thrust her hand under her belly and started finger fucking, rubbing her aching clitty as hard as she could. "Mommy needs assfucking, Walter!" she panted. "Deeper, baby, really ram it in now! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck Mommy's asshole as deep as you can!" Walter grunted as he heaved on top of her, forcing his immense cock deeper and deeper into the Vaseline-slickened heat of her asshole. Then it was all the way inside her, buried to the balls, his huge prick pulsating as it soaked in the indescribable tightness of her shit tunnel. Patty started humping harder, moaning and crying as she shamefully fucked her stretched, tingling asshole onto his cock. Walter pulled out slowly, then rammed his prick back into her bowels. Then he settled into a hard, fast rhythm, slamming his prick in and out of his mother's horny little shitter. "Fuck my asshole, fuck my horny little asshole!" Patty pleaded. She finger fucked her pussy in a frenzy, simultaneously thrusting her asshole onto his cock. "Unngggh! Mommy's got such a horny little asshole, honey! It needs fucking super bad! Oh, shit, please do it harder! Oh, darling, fuck Mommy's asshole as hard as you can!" Walter did as his mother asked, ramming his cock up her shit chute as hard as he could. The enormous fuck organ had swelled even stiffer, and Patty sensed that her hung son would soon be basting her bowel tract with another load of cum. The orgasm burst suddenly deep inside her, making her pussy gush onto her fingers, and her asshole spasmadically grip and milk around Walter's hammering cock. Patty shrieked with shameful pleasure, humping and bucking and thrusting as hard as she could. "Fuck my asshole, fuck Mommy's horny asshole!" she cried. "My asshole's cumming now, Walter! Fuck it, fuck it good! Cuummmiiinnngggg!" Walter collapsed on top of her, ramming his cock to the hilt in her tenderly sucking bowels. Then his load of cock juice spewed out of his balls. It lashed out of his cock tip, spraying into his mother's asshole, deluging her shitter with an ocean of cream. Hornily the naked mother flexed her shitting muscles around the huge, erupting cock, helping him draining his balls completely in her ass. * * * * * * * * She had to do something about Walter's craving to fuck her. Patty paced her bedroom several hours later, trying to ignore the wet ache in her pussy, wondering what she could do to end her shocking, incestuous liaison with her son. She'd make him see a counselor. Yes, that was right. A counselor could help him deal with his uncontrollable sex drive. Patty went to her bureau, finding her address book and thumbing through the pages. She still didn't think that her own lust had anything to do with the fact that she'd let her son fuck her. She blamed it all on him. Margaret Kelly. She was a therapist of some sort. Patty had heard about her because Margaret Kelly sometimes worked with young people referred by Walter's school. Margaret was supposed to be a mother too, with a growing son of her own. Having a record of school referrals was as much endorsement as Patty needed. She'd make sure that Walter saw Margaret Kelly as soon as possible, to discuss his shocking desire to suck and fuck his very own mother.
“OK Joe let’s try this one again” Joe sighs “Baby isn’t it obvious by now that I can’t dance?” She smiles sweetly at him “Well then, you have four days to learn” Maryse takes his hand and he rests his hand under her shoulder blade as she rest her other hand on his arm “Now remember: Slow, slow quick-quick” He nods and they start again, Joe must admit that under Maryse’s tutelage he has made quite some progress. First she had to dodge him stepping on her toes, but at least by now they can dance a few steps before he loses the rhythm and not once did she lose her temper with him. A glance down at their feet earns him a pinch on his arm and he looks back up at Maryse and grins at her “You know you lose your rhythm when you look down, feel the music” “Yes ma’am” She flashes him one of her bright smiles and they continue to dance, Joe must admit that this is much more fun than he originally thought. It’s a way to be close to Maryse and just hold her in his arms without anybody thinking anything about it. Suddenly his foot brushes against Maryse’s, he loses the step and they almost tumble to the ground. Maryse’s arms lock around his neck and he grabs her around the waist as he stumbles to a stop. Maryse groans and let go of her hold, hanging in his arms with her arms outstretched on each side and her head thrown back, she begins to laugh softly. “And what is so funny?” “You” “Me?” She looks up at him “I swear if I stripped down and got you inside of me, you would fuck me to the rhythm of the music, but just one little miss step and you lose all concentration” “I’m just scared of stepping on your toes” “Hey we are past that part OK? Just keep your mind on what you must do and let me worry about the rest” Grinning he pulls her closer and leans down to gently kiss her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Oe you naughty boy, now you got me all tingly” He softly nibbles on her ear and she wraps her arms around him, breathing softly through her parted lips “Why is it that you get me turned on so easily?” He looks at her “Hmmmm maybe it is because you love me so much” She chuckles “Let’s hope so, or maybe you cast a spell on me” He grins at her “Abracadabra” She giggles and kisses him, he straightens up and kiss her back as he do so, she breaks away from the kiss and starts to slip his t-shirt off, he helps her and they kiss again as she pushes him down on the couch and straddles his lap, taking his face in her hands and continue to kiss him. He slip his arms around her, pulling her closer, kissing her back, enjoying the taste of her mouth as their tongues slips into each other’s mouth. She pushes herself up against him, moaning into his mouth as she grinds her crotch against his growing cock. He slips his hands under her top and firmly strokes the tips of his fingers over her naked skin, focusing on her lower back. She kisses him even harder, digging her nails into his shoulders as she grinds her groin against his hard cock. Joe takes her thin tank top and pulls it off, enjoying the view of her firm breasts and their hard nipples. He leans in to kiss the soft flesh of her breast, making her moan loudly. She slips off his lap, grasping his shorts and pulling them down to his ankles, she undoes the string on her board shorts and it drops down her body with a slight wiggle of her hips. Joe can’t help but marvel at how sexy she looks all firm flesh and silky smooth skin curved like she was sculpted by a master. “No wonder I can’t get you to dance, you have me naked and horny most of the time” He grins up at her “Do I hear somebody complain?” “Hmmmm not at all baby,” She sinks to her knees, her lips locks around his cock, her fingers slowly fondling his balls. Her highly skilled tongue teasing and rubbing his cock, drawing it out to its full length, he place his hands in her hair, watching as her mouth stretches out to envelope his cock. She winks up at him and start to suck, moving her mouth slowly over his engorged cock. He keeps on watching as her lips, tongue and fingers tease and rub over his turgid cock, drawing a groan from him. He loved how she moved so slowly, teasing him, giving him pleasure as she worked herself up. With a long slurping sound she pull off of his cock, standing up she straddle his lap, here soft breasts in his face. He lick one of her hard nipples as she start to lower herself onto his throbbing cock, he rests his hands on her lower back to help her keep her balance. He nibble on her nipple, making her groan softly as her pussy lips slowly envelope his cock, her saliva on his cock and her juices allowing him to slide into her without any resistance. She use her muscles to squeeze his cock, making him groan as she go from tight to impossibly tight, to tight and each time allowing his cock to slide in deeper. He slide one hand over her body to cup her breast, gently squeezing as he suck and nibble on her nipple, she suddenly sat down , taking in his entire cock, drawing a soft moan from him and a wicked grin spread over her face, “So that is what balls-deep mean.” He chuckles and kiss her, she return the kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders as she start to grind her hips against him, the swirling of her hips moving his cock inside of her. Joe knew it wouldn’t be long before she starts to ride him in earnest; this was just her way of teasing them both. She breaks the kiss to let out a moan, she start to thrust her pelvis against him, riding the hard shaft poking into her with each thrust. Joe nibbles on her neck, feeling her nails starting to dig into his shoulders as her thrusts start to increase in pace and power, he loved how her muscled rippled and squeezed his shaft as she glided over him again and again. Her moans starts to fill the room along with the sound of her groin slapping soundly against him, he keeps on nibbling her neck, down over her collarbone, the nibbles turning to sharp little bites as his mouth moves over the soft flesh of her bouncing breasts. He suck a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and biting gently on the flesh as she literally impale herself on his cock, trying to drive it right through her, her nails digging into his skin. He takes hold of her other breast, squeezing the copious flesh and pinching the hard nipple, he can’t help but think how good it would be to have Maryse moaning into the other girl’s pussy, lapping up her juices while her own pussy clutched his hard cock, he got to admit that he like the idea…he like the idea a lot. As Maryse’s body starts to convulse against him, her pussy clamping around his hard shaft, he pull from her breast, grabbing her hair and pull her down for a hard, breathless kiss. Mere seconds later she screams, the sound muffled by his mouth as she sits down heavily on his lap, the convulsions of her muscles drawing his orgasm out and he groan as his cum erupts deep inside her, their bodies convulsing together, their tongues finding each other and entwining as their orgasms wash over them. Finally she pulls away from him and brush her hair out of her face, he looks up at her, his hands idly stroking over her ass and lower back. She crosses her arms on his chest and leans closer, her eyes inspecting him as their mixed fluids slowly seeped from her and dripped from his balls. “You sir are one very kinky man,” he chuckle, “Is that a complaint I hear?” She smile and kiss the tip of his nose, “Oh not at all, you might just wear a girl out or make her used to such royal treatment.” He smile and continue with the exploration of her silky skin, “So have you thought about bringing the girl into our little party just once?” He nods, “Yes I have,” her eyes betrays her curiosity, “I think it can work, only if you don’t get all possessive grumpy about it.” She chuckle and playfully bite his cheek, “Just for that you’re not getting any tonight mister.” He grins at her, “Then I’ll just tie you down and take what I want,” she grins back at him, “Promise?” He laughs and kisses her, “Maybe, depends if you can resist my charms or not.” She returns the kiss and then slip from his lap, his half rigid cock finding itself bathed with her tongue and then sucked into her warm mouth, cleaning up the traces of their coupling. She finally gets to her feet and lick her lips clean, “I’ll go find and talk to her, taking you along might just make her nervous.” He smile up at her and get to his feet, “What are you going to tell her then?” She gives him a wink and starts to get dressed, “Oh you will just have to see if it works or not, why don’t you get something to eat while I’m gone? I’m getting kind of hungry” He watched her slip back into her clothes and blows him a kiss before grabbing her cellphone and sunglasses, before slipping out of the door. He goes to the fridge, checks what there is and after some thought he decides to make steak with chips, oven baked chips of course. While defrosting the steaks he whips up a sauce to use on the steak, shaking his head at the fact that even though his mother makes food most of the time, he can also make something edible. Cutting open the frozen chips, he dumps them in a pan and spread them out, popping the pan into the oven he leaves the oven off for now, it won’t be good to have cold chips with warm steak. Finally the steak is defrosted and he turns on the stove, placing a frying pan on and pouring in some olive oil, moments later a steak is frying in the pan, the sauce adding to the great aroma. He hears the door open and looks around to find the cute brunette walking in through the front door, wearing sandals, white shorts and a white t-shirt, he gives her a friendly smile. “Hey there,” Wiping his hands he walks over and extends his hand, “I’m Joe,” She smiles nervously and shakes his hand, “Hi I’m Tamryn.” “Well Tamryn make yourself at home, I’m busy with our breakfast. Hey babe.” Maryse gives him a grin and leads Tamryn to the living room, Joe can hear Tamryn’s voice from inside, “You failed to mention that he’s gorgeous.” Maryse of course just chuckled and Joe turns his attention back to the food, when he is done, he sets out the plates, placing a steak in each plate and adding the chips. He walks to the living room and stops in the doorway, finding the two girls talking like old friends. “Well breakfast is served ladies,” Maryse gave him a smile, “Handsome and useful, you got to like that in a man.” Tamryn giggled and eyed Joe, what she was thinking Joe could only guess, but he was sure that it had nothing to do with his manners. He followed the two girls as they made their way to the living room, pointing out their seats. After saying grace they started to eat, Joe had placed out a can of cool drink for them and while they ate he got up every now and then to get a fresh one. After they have all finished he cleans up the dishes and dumps them in the washing basin, there would be time to worry about them later. During the meal he had found out that Tammy is a year older than Maryse, doing her first year in Graphic Designing. She had a boyfriend, but at the moment it was not going very well between the two of them and she took this vacation alone to give them both time apart to figure things out. Why she was having problems he did not know, from the time they spent together she was friendly, funny, intelligent and just had a way to get a smile out of you. Shaking his head, he returned to the living room, the only seat available was next to Tammy, which he took. They continued to chat and he found that he liked Tammy more and more, her big brown eyes just had a way of lighting up when she laughed and the way her hands move around animatedly when she tells a story he finds endearing. “So how are we going to do this?” He grins slyly, “What do you mean? Do what?” Tammy seems a bit confused, “You don’t know?” Maryse laughed softly, “He’s teasing you Tammy, he know exactly what you are talking about.” Joe grinned as it dawned on him, “Of course, got to keep the ladies on their toes you know” Tammy blushes under her tan and Joe just gives her a smile, reaching out to brush over her cheek. Just the though of having his cock sliding into that trim body of hers was having some effect on him and he could feel his cock twitching. He glances over at Maryse who gives him a nod, taking Tammy’s hand he pulls her onto his lap, instinctively she straddles him, he pulls her head down for a kiss. She kisses him hungrily, her tongue tasting and teasing his own as she pushes her body up against him. He runs his fingers through her hair, feeling her hands trailing over his short hair, over his neck to rest on his shoulders. A familiar weight comes to rest on his knees, pushing Tammy close against him, her groin grinding against his lower belly. Maryse’s hands slips between the two of them, cupping Tammy’s breasts, her fingers going to work on Tammy’s nipples as her hands gently squeeze Tammy’s breasts. Joe pulls Tammy’s hair away from the left side of her neck and Maryse starts to kiss and nibble on Tammy’s neck, leaving Tammy to moan into the kiss as she gets sandwiched between Joe and Maryse. Joe runs his hands over Maryse’s hips and up her sides, it feels really weird to have another woman kissing him as he slides his hands over Maryse’s body. But in a way it was exciting as well, exciting enough to make his cock poke Tammy’s ass through their clothing. He feels movement and suddenly their embrace and kiss gets interupted by Tammy’s top as it gets pulled off by Maryse. Tammy is not wearing a bra and Joe for a moment took in her round breasts before Maryse’s hands cups them. He leans in and starts to kiss the skin not covered by Maryse’s hands, which is enough as Maryse does not have the biggest hands. Tammy moans in pleasure and Joe can swear that he feels the heat emitting from Tammy’s groin grow warmer. Maryse moves one hand away and squeezes Tammy’s breast, allowing Joe to lock on to Tammy’s nipple, sucking firmly as he flicks his tongue over the warm, hard nub. It seems like the double teaming is getting their guest very excited, but judging from Maryse’s breathing, Tammy and Joe is not the only ones getting excited. Maryse guides Joe’s head from one nipple to the other, pulling and pinching the nipple he had just sucked on. Tammy moans and squirm as Joe’s cock digs into her, the only seperation their clothing, Joe knows that he is just wearing shorts, he wonders for a few seconds what she is wearing under her shorts. He feels Maryse slip from his lap and suddenly find himself seated alone with a raging hard-on. To his surprise Tammy and Maryse is kissing eachother hungrily as they start to strip each other, Tammy wears a thong under her shorts and Joe gets a few moments to look at the nice, firm globes of her ass, before Maryse strips Tammy completely naked. Tammy have not been idle and it was two naked women groping each other in front of Joe, he had to say that he loved the view a lot. Tammy’s fit and muscular form, pressed up against Maryse’s fuller, but also firm body, both moan in pleasure as their hands prod and poke at each other and Joe realize that he is a bit over dressed. Slipping out of his clothes as fast as he can, he find his hard cock the centre of Tammy’s attention in a matter of seconds. She is on her knees, licking his cock as her one hand pumps the bottom of his shaft, Maryse is behind her, from the arching and moaning of her back, Maryse is doing a great job and licking Tammy’s pussy. Joe leans back and watch as Tammy licks his shaft, she is doing a good job, but got nowhere near Maryse. Even as Tammy locks her lips over his head and seem to swallow his cock, he can not really find a way to compare her to Maryse. Of course the insistent sucking on his cock coupled with the moaning and her fingers fondling his balls did get the desired effect. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop and in moments she stradled him again, only this time she slides his cock into her soaking wet pussy, moaning loudly as he enters her. He grips her hips, leaning in to suck on her nipples, her pussy walls grip and relax around his shaft as she slide slowly down his shaft, her head tilted backwards and her nails digging slightly into his shoulders. He feels Maryse sitting down next to him and glancing over he sees that she is watching as Tammy’s pussy slowly engulfs his cock while she plays with her nipples. Reaching out with one hand he slides his hand up her inner thigh, his fingers brushing over her wet lips and flick over her hard clit, this brings a moan from her as well. Maryse slides close against him, leaning in to suck on Tammy’s other nipple, spreading her legs to give Joe better access to her pussy. Tammy places her hands on both their heads as they suck, nibble and lick her nipples, lowering and lifting herself on Joe’s cock, swirling her hips as she slowly ride him. Joe pushes Tammy firmly down with his hand on her hip as his other hand’s fingers slowly tease Maryse’s pussy, stroking her lips, twirling his fingertips just around her entrance, his thumb placing a constant pressure on her clit as he rubbed over it in circles. Soon Maryse grabs his hand, trying to force his teasing fingers into her, but he resist her and as she struggles to move his hand, she started to bite on Tammy’s nipple, elicting a loud moan and Joe felt Tammy’s pussy convulse around his cock, her juices forcing their way past his cock. Pushing both their heads against her breasts, Tammy slumped down on his cock as her orgasm washed over her, Joe suddenly pushed his middle and ring fingers into Maryse, making her gasp past Tammy’s breast. Joe slipped his hand from Tammy’s hip to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, this seemed to bring Tammy back from her blissful high as she started to rock her hips, faster this time, making Joe’s cock move into her in different directions. Joe slides his fingers in and out of Maryse’s soaking pussy, her juices flowing freely over his fingers as he makes sure that his fingers is sliding over her g-spot with his thumb still firmly rubbing her clit as he nibbled on Tammy’s nippls. He had to admit that this was curiously delicious, having a pussy gripping and riding his cock as he fingered another, having two woman moan and groan in pleasure. He could feel his own orgasm starting to build up and tries to remove his head from Tammy’s breast to warn her, but she just pushes him harder against her breast as she keep on riding his cock. She must have felt that Joe’s orgasm was building up as she started to ride his cock, thrusting as fast and hard as she could with two mouths latched on her nipples. Joe could feel the tell-tale tightning of Maryse’s pussy as her orgasm closed on her, he groaned as his orgasm builds, he tries to hold out a bit longer, but the sensations is just too much. With a grunt he comes, his cum exploding hard into Tammy, she sinks down on his convulsing cock, her pussy gleefully accepting his cum as it pumps into her. Maryse throws back her head, leaning against Joe’s shoulder, moaning deeply as her pussy suddenly convulses, sending her juices rushing over Joe’s fingers and hands. Joe keeps his fingers buried deep inside of Maryse as her orgasm washes over her, he wasn’t sure he is able to do much else himself as his own orgasm is still muddling his brain. The odd one out seems to be Tammy, but she did not seem to mind as she smiles down at Maryse and Joe, “Now that was fun.” Joe just mutely nods, he is sure that after an eruption like that, he would take some time to recover. Tammy slips from his lap and Maryse suddenly leans forward, sucking his cock into her very talented mouth. Joe closes his eyes in pleasure as her tongue cleans his sensitive cock, he slips his fingers out of her pussy, slowly running his wet fingertips over her pussy. Maryse sits up licking her lips, giving both of them a grin, “Tasty.” Joe finds that his cock is still rock hard, which is very weird in his own experience, both with Maryse and by himself. Maryse slips his hand from her clit and gets up, pulling Tammy into her arms and kissing her hungrily, sharing the taste of Tammy’s and Joe’s cum. Slowly the two of them start to sink to the ground, Maryse moving from Tammy’s lips to her neck, to her breasts, down her tummy, Tammy spreads her legs and Maryse gleefully latch onto Tammy’s pussy, lapping and sucking, making Tammy shudder and moan. Joe have had erotic thoughts before, but this was beyond anything he had ever imagined...must be because it is happening right in front of him. Maryse’s hands is on Tammy’s breasts, rubbing and squeezing as her thumb and forefinger works Tammy’s nipples. Joe could swear that Maryse is trying to get Tammy to cum, but then again, why not? Looking at Maryse’s lovely ass as she kneels down between Tammy’s legs, Joe can’t help but get down on his knees behind her and without warning slide his still-hard cock deep into Maryse, making her moan into Tammy’s pussy. Joe leans over Maryse and grabs hold of her breasts, pulling on her nipples as he starts to thrust hard and fast into her pussy. Maryse eats Tammy’s pussy with a vengeance, pinching her nipples hard, soon Tammy shudders through another orgasm, but Maryse doesn’t let up, lapping at the juices, sucking Tammy’s clit. Tammy clutched at Maryse’s head, pushing her against her pussy as she thrust her hips upwards, screaming in pleasure as another orgasm washes over her. Joe could feel Maryse’s pussy clutching his cock and soon she convulsed under him. He keeps pounding her pussy, her muscles cluthing hungrily at him as he pulls back, her juices coating his groin, dripping down his balls. With a grin he thinks that she is actually getting the better deal as he would last longer now after having cummed just shortly before. Maryse lifts her head from Tammy’s pussy, moaning in pleasure while what feels like a constant orgasm to Joe wash over her. Tammy starts to move, sliding herself under Maryse, her face under Maryse’s pussy to watch how Joe’s cock hammer into her. Maryse of course attaches herself back onto Tammy’s pussy, making Tammy moan out. Tammy grips Maryse’s hips and lift herself to lick over Maryse’s clit and Joe’s cock, Joe’s balls slapping against her face in his thrusting. Joe got to admit that having his shaft licked as he plunges in and out of Maryse’s clutching pussy is way past erotic. Maryse licks Tammy’s pussy and clit with a vengeance, her hands squeezing Tammy’s inner thighs as she pushes Tammy’s legs as wide as possible. Joe lets go of Maryse’s breasts, grabbing her hips to help with the thrusting, grunting with the effort of pounding Maryse’s pussy over and over again. The sound of her ass slapping against his groin mingling with the two girls’ moans and groans, then Tammy comes again, screaming again as she does. Maryse follows almost imediately, her scream of pleasure muffled against Tammy’s pussy and Joe crams his cock deep into Maryse’s pussy as he cums again, grunting in pleasure as he empties himself inside of Maryse’s clutching pussy. The three stays locked together for a while and then Joe pulls his cock of Maryse, making Maryse sit down as the support suddenly disappears. Tammy gleefully latches onto Maryse’s pussy, making Maryse moan out as Tammy licks and sucks the flowing juices out of Maryse’s pussy. Joe sits next to the two, running a hand over Maryse’s back and ass, grinning as Maryse gets licked to another orgasm, this time she screams her pleasure out to the world to hear and Joe just hope that nobody phones the police. He leans against the couch as Maryse removes herself from Tammy’s body and crawl to him, collapsing half against him, half against the couch. Tammy stays where she is, licking her lips with a smile on her face, Joe got to admit that this was one of the best experiences of his life so far. “So was that as good as a the fantasies I hear guys have so much?” Joe had to chuckle and hugged her closer with an arm, “Much better love, much better.” Maryse snuggles as close as she can and soon she falls asleep, Joe starts to drift off as well when he feels another body close to his, he opens his eyes and find Tammy snuggling up to his other side. She winks at him and pull his head to hers, kissing him deeply, their tongues entwining for a few seconds and then she snuggles close to him.
Daniel is 14 years old, he is 5 ft 1 in tall and very skinny. He also has an 8.5 inch cock and I taught him how to use it. My name is Michelle and this is how it all started Daniel had been coming over to my house for the last month, I had arranged it with his parents because he needed something to do during the summer. Every Wednesday he came over to clean my gardens and help out around the house with stuff I didn't have time for or couldn't do for myself. I hadn't noticed anything different for the first two weeks but then i noticed that my underwear drawer was disturbed, I have a tendency to just throw stuff into the drawer but i found my vibrator at the front of the drawer when i always keep it at the back, my nephew was perving out on me!. that was when it all made sense, every time he came over he would disappear into the "bathroom" 3 or 4 times, was he spanking himself off thinking about me?. the more I thought of it the more worked up I got about it but it wasn't anger, I was actually flattered by it and more than a little turned on. on the third week I set up everything to make sure he was doing what i thought he was, I put my dildo to the back of my drawer and put my sexiest undies on the top (open crotch), I also left the curtains pulled with enough of a gap that I could see everything that happened in the room. the final touch was to put a porn mag that I had poking out from underneath my pillow, I hoped he liked lesbian porn, its all I have. :) when he arrived I made sure i was sunbathing on a blanket in the back garden with my headphones in my ears (no music playing, I wanted to hear the gate open) but instead of wearing a bikini of which I have quite a few, I wore a matching, skimpy, almost see thru bra and thong and a pair of sunglasses. I knew he was standing there, i heard the gate opening and it took a few minutes before he said hello and when he did you could hear the nervousness in his voice. I told him i needed him to cut the grass and trim the verge. I didnt let on that I was aware of him being in the garden, I just lay there peeking at him through the sunglasses, he was constantly checking me out as he worked. He had been working for nearly an hour when he told me he was going to the bathroom, this was it!! as soon as he went inside I ran over to my bedroom window, I was there when he opened the door and crept inside. The cheeky little shit was in my bedroom... he went straight for my drawer, as soon as he opened it I could read the expression on his face, pure shock, he lifted them out and sniffed at what little crotch there was on them, after he put them down he reached in and took out my vibe, he sniffed it and then licked it, he wouldn't do that if he knew where it had been( thats another story). I was getting so worked up but i couldn't do anything in the garden, even though nobody could see into the garden I wasn't willing to risk it. he unzipped his trousers and pulled down his pants, O.M.F.G he was well endowed.. bigger than some of the guys id been with. he turned on the vibe and started rubbing it over his cock and between and around his balls while doing this he started working his cock with his other hand, I was getting sooo horny watching this. that was when he did something totally unexpected, he put my vibrator to his ass and started working the tip in and out while wanking himself, after a few seconds he grabbed a pair of my knickers and started wanking himself into them. I watched as he started to cum and he shook so much, I thought he was going to pass out. he shot all over my knickers.. after a few seconds he finished wiping his cum all over my knickers and he put them at the back of the drawer along with my vibe. he didn't even see the porn mag, i was so turned on!! I was lying on the blanket when he came out and he went back to work, now I knew!!! the following Wednesday when he came over it was raining so I made sure I was having a shower when he was supposed to arrive, the towel i had around me was barely enough to cover my nipples and you could see the bottom of my ass, I answered the door to him in the towel and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, I invited him in and told him to put the kettle on, when i finally went into the sitting room he was sitting on the armchair and he had a cup of tea and there was one made for me too. i walked in with the towel wrapped around me and drying my hair, I wrapped my hair and I told him there was something i needed to talk to him about. I told him to come with me and i led him to my bedroom, as soon as we went into the room he started shaking and i told him to sit down on the bed, i went over to my dresser and opened the top drawer and took out my knickers and held them out in front of his face, "can you explain the stains on these?" he just went red and looked at the floor and said "I don't know" That's when i told him that I had been watching what he was doing, he started to cry!! "please don't tell my parents" I sat on the bed beside him and the towel opened, he just stared at my tits and I slowly covered them with the towel. "Have you been fantasizing about me when you do that?" "yes" then i reached in and lifted out the vibe.. "how many times have you played with this?" "A few" He was still staring at my tits :) "do you have a girlfriend Daniel?" "no" "OK we need to do something about this, but if we do then you are not allowed to tell anyone about it or I will tell your parents I found you snooping around in my underwear and I'll show them the knickers. I will really get you into trouble...understand?" "yes" I stood up and let the towel fall to the floor and I was standing in front of him totally naked, his eyes flickered between my tits and my pussy, God I wanted him so much!!! "Lie back" "What?" "lie back on the bed!" he lay back and i moved over to stand over him, he was trembling as i stood there. then i leaned over and opened the belt of his jeans then i undid the button and then the zip, He grunted and really shook, I could guess what had just happened. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pants together and I told him to lift his ass off the bed, I pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, then i pulled off his shoes and socks and then his jeans and boxers hit the floor, there he was in all his glory and i was loving it... i guessed 10 inches at the time but it turned out to be nine and a half, i got him to sit up and i helped him take off his t shirt, now we were both naked and i was so ready but I didn't want to scare him, i lifted up his boxers and turned them inside out so i could see the cum he just shot, I let him see it and then i sniffed it and slowly licked the wet patch, he was rock hard. I let his boxers drop and I straddled his legs and sat on his thighs, my tits were right in front of his face and his cock was only a few inches from my soaking wet pussy, "Suck my nipples Daniel!" he leaned forward and licked my nipple, it was like an electric shock, then he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it, I lifted his other hand and put it on my other tit and told him he could touch my tits any time we were together like this, he was very timid in his touch so i told him i liked firm hands and that he was to play with my nipples and that he could even pinch them. I very soon had to tell him not so hard with the pinching but i was loving it, I pushed him back so he was lying down and i leaned forward and kissed him passionately, I could feel his tongue rubbing at my lips tentatively so i opened my mouth more and slid my tongue into his mouth, he was trembling and i knew why, i could feel his cock tapping off my mound, I could remember my first time and how nervous i was. I arched my back so my pussy was on his belly, I could feel his cock tapping between my ass cheeks and I started rolling my hips so his cock was prodding me in between my ass and pussy, he was less than an inch away from my pussy, O.M.F.G I wanted him inside me. "Are you OK?" "yes" he sounded so timid but in his place I think I would be freaking out too.. "How turned on are you Dan? Would you fuck me if i let you?" "yes i would love to" I slid back onto his cock, it was resting right up against my pussy and I could feel him trying to push it in, I could let him inside me but if he shot his load inside me he could get me pregnant! I was due my period in the next few days. I pushed down, taking him all the way inside, I pushed all the way onto him, he was fucking huge, a little uncomfortable but felt really good.... then he blew his load. I could feel it shoot inside me, he was shaking and grunting and then it was over, i sat on top of him and i started to fuck his cock rising and falling on it taking it as deep as i could, I could feel his cock pushing all the way inside me and i was loving it, he was trying to push up into me faster so I told him to relax and let me do all the work. It didn't take long before he was ready to cum again but i was getting closer to it myself, i could feel the familiar flutter and the slow buildup of pressure that meant I was getting close. Daniel started pushing into me again and he was getting more urgent, he was coming again and I wasnt close yet, I could feel him stiffen inside me and he shot another load of cum into me, he wanted me to stop saying he was too sensitive but I kept fucking him until I finally came, It was such an intense orgasm, my legs felt weak. I waited until I came down off the glow of orgasmic heaven. I slid off his cock and took it into my mouth, i loved it. I knew there was a possibility of me being in trouble but that was definitely the best fuck i have had with a guy in a long time... I look forward to hearing what you all think. Michelle
Two guys went to a gas station that was holding a contest: a chance to win free sex when you filled your tank. They pumped their gas and went to pay the male attendant. "I'm thinking of a number between one and ten," he said. "If you guess right, you win free sex." "Okay," agreed one of the guys, "I guess seven." "Sorry, I was thinking of eight," replied the attendant. The next week they tried again. When they went to pay, the attendant told them to pick a number. "Two!" said the second guy. "Sorry, it's three, said the attendant. "Come back and try again." As they walked out to their car, one guy said to the other, "I think this contest is rigged." "No way," said his buddy. "My wife won twice last week."
My name is Susan Walker and I am 40 years old and extremely beautiful. I weigh about 110 pounds and have the perfect bikini body with a tight, shapely ass, a flat stomach and just the right size pair of tits for my petite frame. My tits are still firm as a couple of grapefruit and their nipples are always hard. I love showing them off, so I seldom wear a bra. I think the last time I put one on was when we had to go to a funeral about a year ago. However, I decided at the last minute not to. I just wore a black women's business suit jacket and the matching skirt. After the funeral service was over, everyone went outside to place flowers on the casket sitting over the grave. When I took my turn to put flowers on it, I leaned way over and everyone's eyes immediately went to my beautiful naked breasts hanging down inside my business suit top. The people behind me got a great view also when they watched my short skirt rise up and expose the bottom of my naked ass cheeks. Even funerals can be fun sometimes! I just love the looks I get when I go grocery shopping wearing just a tank top and a pair of shorts. The cool air in the store makes my nipples perk up even more and they try to push their way through the thin material that restrains them. As I push my shopping cart around the store, my tits jiggle slightly and I frequently whip my long blonde hair around in the air. If I notice a nice looking man, or a beautiful girl watching me, I smile at them as I lick my lips over and over. Yes, I like women too. I especially like young girls in their early twenties with perfect bodies and hair. I have met more girls in the grocery store than anywhere else. All I do is get really close to them and start a conversation. After a couple of minutes, I decide whether or not I want to invite the girl over for a couple of drinks. Once they accept, I take a quick glance around the store, then take hold of their wrist and guide their hand underneath my tank top so they can get a preview of what is coming up later. They always show up at my house promptly on the day and time I give them. Sometimes they even bring their girlfriends and we have a threesome! Anyway, I am in the kitchen getting lemonade and vodka drinks for my twenty one year old daughter and myself. My husband is upstairs taking a nap, and my twenty two year old son, Tommy, should be arriving home from college for spring break at any time. Suddenly, I hear a car coming up our long driveway and run to the living room to see who it is. Oh! It's Tommy! I open the front door and run out to has car. Outside in the bright sunlight we immediately embrace and begin to passionately kiss each other. Tommy slides his hands down my back, runs them underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms and starts squeezing the cheeks of my ass while we stick our tongues in each others mouths. After a couple of minutes my son leans back a little and says "Mom, you and Krissy can kiss better than any of those girls at the college!" Just then I hear someone yelling "Hi Tommy! Hi Tommy and Susan!" I look across the street and see my neighbor Monica watching us while she waters her flowers with a garden hose. She has a fantastic body and I go over to her house regularly to have sex with her. I yell at Monica "My son Tommy is home from college for two weeks!" Monica replies "Tommy! My husband is out of town all week visiting his parents! Make sure you come over to have coffee with me if you have time! I have some new bikini swimsuits I want to model for you!" Tommy waves at her, then suddenly reaches around behind me and unties my bikini top. I immediately put my arms across my breasts so he can't pull it off, but he gives the top a big yank and throws it on the hood of his car. He loves looking at my naked body, but forcefully stripping my bikini top off outside in public is going to far! Just then a car going down the road slows down and the horn beeps. I look towards that direction and see it is a car full of good looking young men, so I wave to them. Then, I put my hands on my hips and sternly say to my son "Jesus Christ Tommy, can't you wait until later tonight to get me naked? Your father is upstairs taking a nap, but he may have gotten out of bed and might be in the living room watching us!" I lean over the hood of the car to get my bikini top and Tommy steps behind me and pulls my bikini bottoms down to my ankles. To avoid tripping, I step out of them and start running towards the front porch. My son quickly catches up to me and puts his arms around my waist. He pulls me back against his muscular, naked chest then moves both his hands up and grabs my naked tits. As I struggle to break free of his embrace, I scream at him "Tommy! Behave yourself!" Then I say "If you let go of me now, I will let you do anything you want to me inside our house." My son releases his grip from my breasts and I run into the house then walk over to the big picture window. I look up and down the road to see if there are any more neighbors that have just seen my son strip me naked in the driveway. Luckily, the only person I see is Monica. As I have been looking out the picture window, my son has taken off his shorts and is now completely naked. He steps behind me, runs his arms around to the front of me and grabs my tits with both hands. He pulls me back against his chest while he moves his hard cock up and down between my ass cheeks. I struggle to get away from him, but he pushes me up against the picture window. I look across the street and see Monica is looking directly at me with a big smile on her face. After a few seconds, Tommy forces me to turn around, and he guides me over to the couch. Then, he forces me to bend over, so I extend my arms and place my hands on the cushions to support myself. I look over my shoulder through the picture window and see that Monica is still watching us. She can see in our living room perfectly because we have a skylight we open during the day and it floods the room with a bright white light. Tommy has positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy and is ready penetrate me at any second. I say to him "Jesus Christ Tommy, you can't fuck me here in the living room with the neighbors watching!" My son thrusts his hips forward and his hard cock slides inside me about three or four inches. Oh my God it feels wonderful inside me! He then grabs my hips with both of his hand and begins to fuck the hell out of me. Jesus Christ does he have a big cock! We measured it once and it is ten inches long, but I think it may have grown since he went off to college! Being treated like a cheap slut by my son really turns me on, but I don't want him to know that, so I look over my shoulder at him and say "Stop fucking me right now you mother fucker!" Then I say "Your father may come downstairs at any moment and see you ramming your big hard cock into my tight little pussy! Stop fucking me right this moment before we get caught!" My son then pushes my head down and slaps my naked white ass over and over again. Slap, slap, slap. I shout at my son "Stop slapping me you fucking bastard! How am I going to explain to your father how I got red hand prints on my ass!" My son responds by grabbing my long blonde hair and yanks my head back while he continues thrusting his cock into me over and over. I just love it when he forcefully pulls on my hair, but I say to him "Let go of my hair you son of a bitch!" Suddenly, he lets go of my hair and pulls his cock out of me. I think he is done with me, but he grabs my shoulders and makes me stand up. Then, he pushes me across the room to the picture window. I look outside and see Monica and another one of my girlfriend neighbors, Michelle, standing in the street intently watching us. They wave to me and smile, so I wave back to them. Tommy immediately forces me up against the picture window and my tits compress against the glass and bulge out the sides of me. Then, he shoves his cock back into me, grabs my hips and starts fucking me again. Monica and Michelle just stand there in the street and watch as my son fucks the hell out of me for the next five minutes. Just then, I hear the patio door open, and I struggle to turn my head around to see who it is. Thank God it is not my husband! It is my daughter Krissy, and she is probably just going to get a glass of lemonade from the kitchen, then go back out to the pool area. She walks towards the refrigerator, but suddenly looks over towards the living room and sees Tommy fucking me up against the living room picture window. She so excited seeing her brother again that she runs over to us and begins kissing him. Tommy stops fucking me, but keeps his cock all the way inside my pussy while he and his sister passionately kiss each other. I look out the picture window and see that Monica must have run inside her house to get her camera, because she is taking pictures and video of what is going on in our living room. I look over my shoulder at my kids and see Tommy has slid his right hand under Krissy's bikini bottoms and is caressing her naked ass cheeks. After a minute, Krissy stands back while her brother places his hands back on my hips and goes back to ramming his cock in and out of me. In and out, in and out he keeps ramming his cock into my tight, little pussy. After a couple of minutes he says to Krissy "Get down on your knees next to me because I am going to shoot my load in your face!" My daughter immediately strips off her bikini and gets down like her brother told her. Tommy fucks me for a few more seconds, then pulls his cock out of me and aims it at his sister's face. Suddenly, a huge stream of sperm shoots out of him and hits her right in the eyes. She starts blinking to get her vision back, then Tommy shoots another big load right into her open mouth. She swallows a couple of times then reaches out, grabs her brother's cock and pulls him closer to her. She opens her mouth wide and forces his cock all the way down her throat. She keeps it inside of her for a few seconds, then backs her head away slowly. Krissy then says "Mom! Did you see that? I had Tommy's cock all the way inside my mouth just like you!" I tell my daughter that I am proud of her, then I look back through the picture window and see Monica and Michelle walking towards Monica's front porch. They almost get to the porch, then suddenly stop, put their arms around each other and start kissing! I watch them intently while they run their hands all over each others sexy bodies. Suddenly, Monica unties Michelle's bikini top and yanks it off her! Then, Monica holds the top over her head as Michelle starts jumping up to get it back. I am enjoying watching Michelle's firm twenty one year old breasts bounce around in the daylight, especially knowing that I have flicked my tongue around those hard nipples of hers on plenty of occasions. After a few seconds, Monica throws the bikini top back to Michelle and she casually pulls it over her breasts and turns around for Monica to tie the strings together. I run to the open front door and say "Monica! I want a copy of that video you just made of Tommy and myself when I come over for coffee at the regular time next week! Also, put your camera on your tripod and make a video of you and Michelle having fun this afternoon, just like you did when I was over your house last week! My husband really enjoyed it!" Monica yells back "I will turn on the video camera for you, but I don't think the video of Michelle and I will be as good as the one I took of you, Tommy and Krissy! Your tits looked so sexy squashed up against the picture window glass while your son fucked you from behind!" Suddenly, I hear a phone ring upstairs. My husband answers it and I can hear him talking. My kids and I quickly put our clothes back on and go to the kitchen for some refreshments. My husband comes downstairs after a few minutes, gives his son a big hug, then explains he has to go out on a job and will be back in a few days. He gives Krissy and I a quick kiss, then walks to the garage. I look at my son, smile and say "Guess what Tommy? Looks like you have to sleep with me tonight! That will be your punishment for almost getting us caught fucking in the living room." Krissy then says "Oh Mom! I wanted Tommy to sleep with me the next time he comes home! It's not fair!" Tommy says "Krissy, I made this friend at college, and she just happens to live a few blocks away. She is really pretty, but she is a lesbian. I told her about you and Mom and she wants to meet you both. In otherwards, she wants to have sex with you and Mom. I will call her up and invite her over to spend the night with you." Krissy gets terribly excited and begs her brother to call her. My son gets on the phone and calls his friend Carol. She accepts the invitation and is looking forward to spending the night with Krissy. I tell Tommy that I want to talk to Carol for a minute so he hands the phone to me. I invite Carol for dinner and ask her if fresh ground steak burgers with homemade potato salad is okay. She says that sounds great, then I tell her to make sure she brings over her bikini, but she does not have to wear it if she does not want to. She laughs, then says she will be here at six o'clock sharp. I hang up the phone, then tell the kids to get out of the kitchen and have fun swimming while I make the potato salad. At exactly six o'clock I have all celery, onions and bell pepper cut up for the potato salad. In a few minutes I will be able to chop the potatoes into sections after they cool down a little bit more. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I walk through the living room to see who is there. I open the door and I see the most beautiful twenty one year old female I have ever seen in my life. Jesus Christ, she must be close to six feet tall and her body is absolutely perfect! Her huge tits have nipples that are poking through the fabric of her sheer blouse and her skirt must be the shortest one I have ever seen! I reach out my hand to shake hers, but she puts her arms around me and gives me the best kiss from a woman I have ever had in my life! After the kiss, I feel a little unsteady on my feet, but manage to lead her into the kitchen to make her a lemonade and vodka drink. I open the freezer, get some ice cubes to put in the glass, then pour the lemonade into it. Then, I hand the ice cold glass to her and she takes a swallow while staring directly at my pussy. She says "Oh, this tastes good Mrs Walker, and I bet you do too!" Then, she steps closer to me and leans down to kiss me. Our lips touch, then our tongues start playing with each other. After a few seconds we break our kiss, then she places her glass on the kitchen table and pulls two different colored bikinis from her purse. She holds them up and asks me which one I like best. I tell her the black one matches her long hair and I bet it will look good on her. She asks me "Is it okay Mrs Walker if I change into it here, or do you want me to go upstairs?" I tell her "Oh no, please feel free to change here. Tommy and Krissy are out by the pool and my husband is away on business." As I grab my glass to put some more ice cubes I notice that I am trembling with excitement to see what Carol looks like in the nude. Carol looks me directly in the eyes as she slowly unbuttons her blouse and pulls it down off her shoulders. Jesus Christ what a magnificent pair of tits she has! I can't stop looking at them! They are big and firm and her dark brown, hard nipples must be sticking straight out about half an inch. I tell her "Oh Carol, you have gorgeous breasts! I don't think I have seen a pair that are so perfect as yours!" She replies "Would you like to touch them?" I immediately sit my lemonade drink on the kitchen counter and walk over towards her. I stop about a foot from her, then reach up with both hands, quickly give them a feel, then start to turn around. Carol immediately reaches down, grabs my left wrist and says "Mrs Walker, don't be shy!" Then, she raises my arm and places my hand back on her breast. She says "Please spend a minute or so touching them. It feels so nice having a beautiful woman squeeze them and pinch the nipples." I am thrilled to please her, so I put both my hands back on her tits and start playing with them. I look up at her while I am gently pinching her nipples and we begin to passionately kiss each other. After a couple of minutes, I break the kiss, reluctantly release her gorgeous breasts and walk back to the kitchen counter to get my lemonade. I take a drink from my glass and watch as Carol puts her thumbs inside of her skirt and pushes it down. Jesus Christ, she is so physically fit that I can see every muscle in her body expand and contract as she steps out of her skirt. After she places her skirt on the kitchen table, I can't help myself from staring directly at her pussy for a few seconds. It is beautiful! She must have just shaved it this morning because it is so smooth! I just want to get on my knees and bury my face between her legs, but she does not ask if I want to. Anyway, I can't stand here and stare at her like this, so I put my drink down and start chopping up the potatoes. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her naked body approaching behind me and she puts her arms around my waist. She whispers in my ear "Mrs Walker, is there anything you would like me to do for you?" I can feel her naked hard nipples poking me in the back as she slowly moves her naked pussy back and forth against my bikini clad ass cheeks. I am trembling with excitement and unable to speak as she moves her hands up under my bikini top so she can feel my naked hard nipples. I continue chopping the potatoes as she removes her hands from my breasts and unties the strings holding my bikini top together. She starts pulling it down, so I relax my arms for a second to let her take it off me, then go back to chopping the potatoes. Carol takes my bikini top and throws it on the kitchen table, then puts her hands back on my tits and begins gently caressing them while she leans over me and kisses my neck. She is breathing heavily and after a few seconds, she pushes my bikini bottoms down to the floor. I step out of them, then Carol gets down to her knees behind me, picks them up and throws them onto the kitchen table. Then, she starts running her hands up and down my smooth shaven legs. She looks up at me and says "Mrs Walker, your legs are the most shapely ones I have ever put my hands on! They are so smooth and you have a nice tan!" I tell her "Thank you," then she grasps both my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. She says "Oh Mrs Walker, your ass looks so inviting! May I stick my tongue in it?" Without waiting for a reply, Carol presses her face against my asshole and rams her tongue in it. Jesus Christ, her tongue is fucking long and I can feel it flick around inside me. I start moaning softly as she continues licking my ass for the next few minutes. Suddenly, I realize that I had meant to go down to the liquor store for some more vodka earlier, but had forgotten. I say to her "Carol, we are out of Vodka and we have to go down to the liquor store to buy some more. We have the whole night ahead of us, and I want all of us to get really loaded tonight and do kinky things to each other. I will even jack off my son in front of you if you want, but right now, get your blouse and skirt on and let's go down to the liquor store." Then I say "I want to get video of us shopping in the nude. I will tell my daughter to come with us to take the movie while you and I have fun walking around naked." She immediately stops pulls her tongue out of my ass and stands up next to me. She says "Oh Mrs Walker, I have always wanted to do something like that, but I could never get anyone to go with me!" I shout out the kitchen window "Krissy, come in here and meet Carol!" Within a few seconds the sliding door to the patio opens and Carol and I watch as Krissy strips out of her wet bikini and throws it over the back of a patio chair. Krissy steps into the kitchen, closes the patio door, then walks over to Carol. They give each other a quick kiss, then Carol takes hold of Krissy's hand and looks her up and down. She says "Oh Krissy, I have been wanting to meet you for such a long time. Your brother is right, you do have a fantastic body and I love your smooth, shaven pussy." I tell Krissy to run upstairs, get dressed and bring her video camera with her because she is going to take a movie of Carol and myself at the liquor store. Within a couple of minutes, Krissy is back in the kitchen and Carol has put her blouse and skirt on. I do not to put any clothes on because I will just have to take them off again when we get to the store. We walk out to the garage, get in my Cadillac and we speed down to the liquor store and park right outside the entrance. I hesitate for a second about getting out of the car and going in the store because it is broad daylight, and there a lot of cars in the parking lot. But, the girls are really excited about our "adventure," so I can't let them down. I take a deep breath, then open the car door and get out. Carol and Krissy have already jumped out of the car on the passenger side and are excitedly stripping naked in the bright sunlight while traffic flows back and forth on the busy street in front of the liquor store. Krissy opens the liquor store entrance door open for Carol and myself, then lets go of it and turns on her video camera. She starts capturing Carol and I holding hands walking naked to the Vodka department. We spend a few minutes selecting which brand to purchase while about six or seven lucky male shoppers gather around us. I am fucking horny as hell walking around naked in a liquor store while people watch me, so I put my arms around Carol and begin to kiss her. While we are kissing, we run our hands all over each others naked bodies. We are really putting on a show for the customers and more of them have come over to watch us in action. After a few seconds, without warning, Carol drops to her knees and buries her face in my pussy. Krissy steps a little closer to get better video of me grabbing the back of Carol's head and force her face harder against me while I look into the camera and smile. After a couple of minutes, I feel a strong orgasm building up in me and I scream loudly "Jesus Fucking Christ!," then my whole body shudders and I feel unsteady on my feet. Carol immediately stands up and puts an arm around me. After a few seconds I regain my composure, then all three of us walk over to the checkout counter. I put the half gallon of vodka on the counter top and the cute girls says to me "Should I just add this to your account Mrs Walker?" I say "Yes please," then we run out of the store and hop back into my car. We begin to laugh as I pull out of the store parking lot and head back to our house. I look in my rear view mirror and see about a dozen customers standing in the parking lot watching us drive away. Within a couple of minutes we are parked in my driveway and all three of us naked girls get out and walk to the front porch. I look over my shoulder across the street and I see activity on the front porch of Monica's house, but I can't quite make it out, so I stop and shade my eyes from the setting sun with my hand so I can see better. Jesus Christ! Monica and Michelle are completely naked in a sixty nine position on Monica's front porch! I yell over at them "Hey you two across the street! What are you doing having sex on the front porch while people are driving by!" Monica lifts her head up from Michelle's pussy and yells "We watched the video of your son fucking you against the picture window! We got so fucking horny we decided to give each other orgasms on my front porch while people drive by and watch us!" I yell back at them "Are you getting this on video, because I want a copy of it!" Monica replies "Of course I am, now let me get back to licking this twenty one year old girls pussy so we can make a great video for you!" My daughter and Carol have already gone inside the house and are sitting on the couch watching the action across the street. I make my way to the kitchen and mix up a big batch of lemonade and vodka drinks, with plenty of ice cubes. As I pour ourselves fresh glasses of lemonade, I glance over at my daughter and her new friend Carol. They really like each other and are passionately kissing while they run their hand all over each others naked bodies. Within a couple of minutes, Carol is on her knees in front of Krissy feverishly licking her pussy up and down. I bring the girls a couple of drinks and set them down on the coffee table. Carol stops licking Krissy's pussy for a few seconds to take a couple of large swallows of lemonade, then she buries her face back between her legs. I sit down in a comfortable chair next to the couch and alternate between watching the live sex show across the street and the one right next to me. After a while Krissy's moaning is making me fucking horny again, so I get down on the carpet behind Carol, push her white ass cheeks apart and begin licking her asshole. Just then, my son Tommy walks into the living room and asks if he should turn on the grill and start cooking the burgers. I stop licking Carol's asshole then say "Jesus Christ, were having so much fun I almost forgot about dinner." I tell Tommy to get the burgers out of the refrigerator and start cooking them while I get the patio table ready. I give Carol one last kiss on her ass, then get to my feet. For the fifteen minutes or so, the three of us naked girls sit around the patio table enjoying our drinks while we watch my son grilling the hamburgers. When they are done, I get up to get the potato salad, then bring it back to the table. We are having great conversation and are enjoying looking at each others naked bodies. After about an hour I say "Well, it is getting late. Let's go inside and watch television for a while before we go to pair off and go upstairs to go to bed." I tell Krissy to get her video camera, mount it on a tripod in the corner of the living room pointed at the couch and leave it running. She does as I say and soon we are all comfortably nude watching a lesbian DVD movie. Carol is sitting in the big chair with her legs spread wide apart while my daughter Krissy sits on the floor in front of her. Carol keeps both of her hands on Krissy's head and gently moves it back and forth against her pussy while she has casual conversation with Tommy and myself. After a few minutes Carol blurts out "So, Mrs Walker, I hear that you like to suck your son's cock!" Even though I have been making out with my son on the couch and stroking his cock up and down, I did not think that she would bring up the subject. Carol then says "I would really like to see you suck Tommy's big cock. Will you please do that for me? If you suck his cock, I will do anything you want me to." As she talks, I notice she is pulling my daughters head harder against her pussy. My daughter smiles and me and says "Go ahead Mom! Suck Tommy's cock while we watch!" I say "Well, okay Carol. Krissy, get up and position the video camera so we have a good shot of this." Krissy immediately gets up and adjusts the video camera so it will take a better view of what is happening on the couch. She then sits back down on the carpet in front of Carol, and Carol leans forward and begins fondling Krissy's cute little tits. I have this idea to make this a really good porno film, so I tell Tommy we are going to act for the camera. I am going to play an innocent housewife, while her son is begging her to let him see her breasts for the first time. I get up from the couch and tell Tommy that we have to go upstairs and put some clothes on before we begin the first scene of the movie. I tell him to put on a shirt and shorts, and when I get to my bedroom, I select a sheer white blouse, some modest dark blue panties and matching color skirt. Within seconds my son and I are back sitting on the couch and Tommy says to me "Mom, I have not done much acting. What do you want me to do?" I tell him "Well, remember that time when you asked me to show you how to kiss?" He replies "I remember that like it was yesterday! After we were kissing for a while, you took off your blouse and let me play with your tits while you jacked me off for the first time!" I say "Well, we are going to do the same thing right after I make us some fresh drinks." I make a couple of trips back and forth from the kitchen to get all four of us fresh lemonade and vodka drinks, then I sit back down on the couch next to my son. Okay Tommy, now get up off the couch and go to the front door. Wait a couple of seconds, then come back to the couch and begin acting. Krissy jumps up and makes a couple of adjustments to the video camera, then walks over to me and gets on her knees between my legs. She raises up and leans forward to kiss me. We spend a minute passionately tongue kissing, then she leans back and says "Mom, this is going to be a really great video! I can't wait to watch it again later!" She moves over in front of Carol, then Tommy slowly walks into frame and sits down next to me on the couch. He says "Mom, I was out with a girl, and she says that I don't know how to kiss properly. Will you show me how to kiss the right way?" I tell him "Oh Tommy, I can't teach you how to kiss like that! I am your mother and you will probably tell all your friends that you and I french kiss everyday!" Tommy says "What is french kissing Mom?" I reply "Oh Jesus Christ Tommy, I will show you how to kiss if you don't tell all your friends. This will have to be a secret between you and me!" We start kissing for a while, then Tommy says "Mom, I have never seen a real pair of women's tits before. Would you please open your blouse for just a second so I can see what they look like?" I reply "Tommy, first it was kissing, now you want to look at my tits! Well, okay, but just one quick look at them!" I unbutton my blouse and flash my braless tits at Tommy, then begin to button it back up. Tommy grabs my wrist and pleads with me to have another look at them. I think to myself that this is really innocent enough, so I open the blouse while he stares at my beautiful breasts and their hard nipples. My son asks me "Mom, can I touch them? Just for a second! Please let me touch them! If you let me, I will do anything you want for the next week!" I say "Well, okay, but promise you will never tell anybody about this!" I pull the blouse completely off me and throw it on the floor, then lean back in the couch and tell Tommy to go ahead and feel them as much as he wants. He awkwardly reaches over and begins caressing them, so I tell him it would be better of he got between my legs. He gets off the couch and positions himself between my legs, then leans forward and begins to suck on one, then the other. I tell him "Oh Tommy, you are a fast learner! Keep doing that to your Mommy!" After a couple of minutes he is running his hands up and down my smooth, shaven legs while he continues sucking on my breasts and gently biting their hard nipples. I am getting extremely horny and should stop this activity, but I am enjoying myself too much. My skirt has moved up quite a way over the past couple of minutes, and my panties are clearly visible. Tommy suddenly stops and says "Mom, I have never seen a woman's pussy in real life. Can I pull down your skirt and panties so I can see yours?" I respond to him "Well, okay, but you are never to tell any one about this!" Tommy immediately unzips my skirt and pulls it down, then yanks my panties off. He says "Oh Mom, your pussy does not have any hair on it! It looks so smooth! Can I touch it Mom? Please! Please let me touch your pussy!" I tell him "Oh Tommy, you might as well. You have touched all the rest of me. Go ahead and touch it if you want to." My son immediately starts running his hands all over my pussy for a few seconds, then moves his hands underneath me, grabs my ass cheeks and buries his face between my legs. My hips involuntarily start bucking up and down into his face as he feverishly licks my pussy and jams his tongue inside me. I am getting horny as hell and try to push him away from me, but he continues fucking me with his tongue. After a couple of minutes he stops and says "Oh Mom, your pussy tastes so fucking good! I want to put my cock in it! Please Mom, let me put my cock in your pussy! Just this one time! I promise I will never tell anyone! Please Mom, just let me push it in a little bit!" I tell him "Well, okay, just this one time, but remember your promised never to tell anyone, and you will never ask me again to let you put your cock inside me!" My son quickly stands up and pulls his shorts off. I take a look at my son's cock and think to myself "Oh my God, I have never seen a cock this big before!" I sit up straight on the couch and grasp it. Jesus Christ, it must be at least ten inches long, and my fingers will not even go around it! I stroke it a few times and it is getting harder and longer! I tell him "Jesus Christ Tommy, you have big cock here son! I don't think it will fit in my mouth or my pussy!" Tommy says "Oh Mom, see if it will fit in your mouth! You don't have to put the whole thing in, just see of you can get the head of it past your lips!" I reply "Well, okay, I will try!" I open my mouth as far as I can then guide my son's cock into it. Jesus Christ it is fucking big! It pushes against my lips, then pops in. Suddenly, Tommy grabs the back of my head with both hands and pulls it forward. His cock hits the back of my throat and starts going down it. I begin to gag and push him away from me." I say "Damn you Tommy! Don't ever do that again! It has been awhile since I learned how control my gag reflex and breath through my nose! Now, get down on your knees in front of me and let's see if your big cock will fit into my tight, little pussy!" Tommy apologizes for being so rough with me, then gets on his knees. I move as far forward on the couch as I possibly can get and spread my legs apart as far as they will go. We both look down between our legs as I grasp his huge cock and position it at the entrance to my pussy. I can feel Tommy's cock pulsate in my hand as I move it to the right spot, then tell him to thrust his hips forward just a little bit. I remove my hand, and we both keep looking down between our legs. My pussy lips start to separate and my son's cock slowly begins to work it's way inside me. I tell him to move his hips slowly forward so we can watch his cock sliding into me. After about five or six inches of it are in me, Tommy says that he thinks he can't go any further. I am trembling with excitement about having the biggest cock I have ever seen slowly disappearing inside me, so I tell him to withdraw it most of the way out, then start pushing it back in again. He does as I ask and after pushing harder, he gets all but about two inches inside me. He says "Well, that is all I think you can take today Mom. Can we try this again tomorrow?" I tell him "No! Pull it back out all the way and then push it back in again! I am sure I can get all ten inches inside me this time!" My son pulls his cock all the way out of me and rubs the head of it and down my pussy. Jesus Christ that feels good having his cock slide up and down my clit! I want to do this over and over again, but I can't let him know! I will just let him wonder for the next few days, then I want to fuck my son again, and again, and again. My son starts again pushing his cock into me, and this time it is sliding into me more easily. With about two inches to go, I tell him to give it one more big thrust. He grabs my ass cheeks and shoves it in all the way. I look down and see that his cock is completely buried all the way in my pussy! Jesus Christ I feel fucking wonderful! I start to passionately kiss my son while he begins to ram his cock in and out of me. After about five minutes, sweat is dripping off him and he says "Mom, I am going to shoot a big load of sperm! Can I shoot it inside you? Please Mom, let me shoot my sperm inside your pussy!" I tell him "Tommy, that would be incest! You can't do that! When you are ready, just stand up and shoot it into my mouth!" Within a few seconds he stands up and I grab his cock to guide it into my mouth. I can feel his cock jerk violently and a huge amount of sperm fills my mouth. I swallow over and over, but his sperm keeps coming so I have to pull my head backwards. His cock pops out of me, then he ejaculates again! His sperm splashes all over my face and it begins to drip off my chin onto my tits. Jesus Christ, I never seen anything like this in my entire life! He must have had a quart of sperm inside him! All of a sudden Krissy and Carol get to their feet and give Tommy and myself a "standing ovation." The clap their hands together and whistle loudly, then reach over to Tommy and myself to shake our hands. Carol says "Mrs Walker, that was the best porn movie I think I have ever seen in my entire life! It was fantastic!" Now that we have completed the video, Krissy gets to her feet and goes over to get the video camera. She walks back to Carol, grabs her by the wrist and tells her to come up to her bedroom. She says "I want you to watch how I make a DVD Movie, then we will get into bed and watch it together." Moments later, I get up and turn off the television. I stand completely naked in front of my son sitting on the couch, put my hands on my hips and say "Tommy, you did an excellent job of acting tonight! That video we made was just like the first time we had sex together! Now, let's go up to bed!" Early in the morning, about eight o'clock, I open my eyes and see my son on top of me. His cock in going in and out of my pussy very slowly. I thank him for not fucking me so fast and urge him to continue to slowly fuck me as long as he wants. Suddenly, my daughter and Carol appear in the doorway and ask if they can sit down next to me because they have something they want to talk about. I tell them it is okay, so they walk hand in hand over to the bed and watch as Tommy slowly pushes his cock into me, then pulls it back out again. Over and over during the next ten minutes while I talk with my daughter and Carol, he slowly keeps fucking me. He is such a wonderful son! I love him! After a while, I can tell Carol is extremely turned on but watching the live fuck session in front of her, so she lays down next to us and pulls Krissy over between her legs. Krissy immediate starts licking her pussy, then Carol looks over at me and says "Mrs Walker, I have never had a cock in my pussy before, but I have always wanted to try one." While my son is supporting himself on his elbows and slowly fucking me, I ask her if she would like Tommy to be her first one. I don't know why I said that because Tommy is doing such a great job right now fucking me and I do not want share him with anyone. He keeps pushing his ten inch cock all the way inside my pussy, then pulls it back all the way out. He waits for a second, then slowly pushes it all the way back in until it will not go any further. I am in fucking heaven! But, something inside me says that I want to help her, so I push my son off me and tell them all to take a shower together and meet me at the pool in thirty minutes. After they leave my bedroom, I feel so worthless with a void feeling between my legs. Damn, I want my son's cock back in me as soon as possible. After I take a cold shower, I feel a lot better and walk naked down the stairs and out to the pool area. The children are all nude and splashing around in the morning sun enjoying themselves. Carols sees me and swims to the edge of the pool towards me. She gets out of the pool dripping wet and stands up. Jesus Christ, her body is so fantastic it is hard to describe. The water droplets cascade down her and drip onto the patio floor. It seems like I am in a dream and have never got out of bed when she drops to her knees in front of me and starts licking my pussy. I grab a hold of the back of her head and force it harder into me while Krissy and Tommy swim to the edge of the pool and watch. After a couple of minutes she looks up at me and says "I talked with Tommy last night and he is willing to be my first one! Krissy already has the video camera set up and we will start first by you laying down on the beach blanket while I lick your pussy. Is that okay with you Mrs Walker?" I tell her "Of course it is okay honey!." As I get up to walk over to the blanket, my daughter gets out of the pool and turns on the video camera. Carol immediately gets between my legs and starts licking my pussy lips. Jesus Christ her tongue feel good running up and down my pussy! Krissy then lays down next to me and her brother immediately gets out of the pool, positions his cock at her pussy entrance then pushes forward. His cock pops in and he starts fucking her right next to Carol and myself. I tell them "Stop what you are doing right now! Tommy, pull your cock out of your sister this second!" They both do what I say and then I tell them "Tommy, you friend Carol wants you to have your cock to be the first one in her pussy! She has never had one in her before, and she wants you to be the first one. You can fuck your sister anytime you want, but right now, I want you to fuck your friend Carol." Tommy says "But Mom, I told her last night when I was drunk that I would fuck her! I changed my mind because she just as tall as I am! I can't fuck a girl that is six feet tall! Her pussy must be as big as a garage door. I would rather fuck you or my sister any day, than to fuck a lesbian amazon woman!" Carol gets up on her hands and knees lays down next to me. She is crying and tears are streaming down her face. She says "I knew this would happen! The first time I want a cock, in me and I get turned down! I am so big and ugly that nobody wants to fuck me!" I look over at Tommy and say "Jesus Christ Tommy! I bet Carol has the finest pussy you will ever sink your cock into! If you do not fuck Carol right now, I will never ever let you fuck me again, and I am not kidding Tommy! Now, get over here and fuck her!" Tommy reluctantly moves over and positions himself on top of Carol. She is still crying while Tommy aims his cock into her pussy and pushes against her pussy lips. He pushes and pushes but his cock won't go into her. Tommy says "Jesus Christ Mom, her pussy is so fucking tight, I can't get my cock inside her!" I reach over to get the tanning oil next to me, take the top off it and push the bottle into Carol's pussy. I squeeze the bottle until it is empty, then tell Tommy to try again. Carols reaches between her legs, grabs Tommy's cock and positions it to enter her pussy. Krissy and I watch as Tommy's cock slowly pushes Carols pussy lips apart, then starts going in. After a few seconds he gets about four or five inches into her. Suddenly, Carol screams for him to back it out, then try again. Tommy immediately pulls his cock all the way out of her, then slowly pushes it back in again. They do this over and over again until I can see his ten inch cock buried all the way inside her. He looks over at me and says "Mom, I can feel every muscle in her pussy contracting around my cock. I have never felt a pussy feel so good in my life!" Then, I look at Carol and she smiles. I am so happy for her! She is enjoying herself immensely knowing that her pussy feels wonderful to Tommy! Tommy starts fucking Carol faster and faster. Pretty soon he is fucking the hell out of her! I can see that she is enjoying herself immensely, but she is just laying there silently. So, I tell her to make it more exciting for the man, you have to moan and talk dirty to him while he is fucking you. Carol immediately begins to moan loudly and shouts at Tommy to keep ramming his cock into her. After a couple of minutes Carol's eyes roll back in her head, and she is silent. Tommy keeps fucking her motionless body, so I order him to get off her. He ignores me and continues ramming his cock in and out of her. I say "Jesus Christ Tommy, can't you see she has passed out? Get the fuck off her! She has had enough for her first time!" My son suddenly stops, raises up and shoots a load of sperm all over Carol's stomach and tits. Jesus Christ, he must have ejaculated a quart of sperm all over her beautiful, muscular body! I panic a little bit, but notice Carol is still breathing. In a few seconds she opens her eyes, looks at me and says "I just had a dream about having the best orgasm of my life! Your son Tommy fucked the hell out of me until I passed out!" I say to her "Carol, that was not a dream honey! My son Tommy just fucked the hell out of you, and you loved it! Turns out you are not a lesbian after all. You love men just as equally as women. You are welcome to stay here at our house as long as you want." Carol says "I want to stay tonight if I can sleep with Tommy!" I tell her "Okay, but we have to go up to the liquor store today!" We all laugh then jump into the pool.
As a couple they had often talked about developing their interest in S&M. Sue enjoyed a little pain and bondage and Max enjoyed dishing it out. They had both enjoyed their sessions with other couples and had fantasised about going further, about Sue being taken to a proper S&M club and being given to an expert for the evening while Max watched and at last an opportunity had presented itself. Max found himself in conversation with a man and the talk had drifted on to sex as it often did and had ended up on S&M. Max had expressed some interest in John's experiences and John quickly picked up on it and invited Max to bring Sue along to a private session. In his enthusiasm, Max agreed then found he had the job of persuading Sue to go along with it. He was encouraged by her apparent keenness to do it so he made the call to get details of the venue and times. John explained that Sue would have to put herself totally in their hands to do with whatever they wished and that they would ignore any attempts from either of them to call a halt. Once she turned up, that was their agreement to hand her over to the group for the night with no reservations at all. Sue thought about this and as she knew Max really wanted it, she agreed to go ahead, albeit now with some butterflies in her stomach at the thought of being handed over completely to strangers in an S&M group. On the appointed evening, they arrived at the address and were welcomed by John. Sue was treated with great respect, her coat was taken, she was given a drink and the conversation put her at ease until she noticed Max being taken out of the room. John told her that the evening would now commence and that whatever she said or did, they intended to carry on regardless with their plans for her. He hoped she would enjoy it but that was incidental to their pleasure. He took her by the hand and lead her into another room, this one done up as a dungeon with shackles on the wall and various items, like a well fitted gym. In the meantime, Max had been taken into another room where he could watch through a two way mirror but could not interfere or take part. He could hear everything through a sound system but could not be heard. He later found that there was a full sound and vision recording system in operation which would clearly show Sue agreeing to give herself regardless and also showed him making a similar agreement so they could not complain afterwards. Max watched as two men stripped Sue totally naked. They were both proud of her body. She was slim and lithe and very sexy. Pointing to her pubic hair, John told her "the bush will have to go love." With that she was tied against the side of a vaulting horse, her back to it, hands held along its length and legs spread wide and her ankles tied to each leg. A man came in with a bowl of water, a razor and a can of shaving foam. He used scissors to trim away the bush then splashed her hair and covered her mound with foam. Using the razor he carefully shaved her clean. Sue enjoyed the sensation of being tied, helpless while being shaved. She enjoyed feeling him hold her lips to one side as shaved close to her cunt, moving her thighs further open to get right round her cunt until she was totally smooth. They then brought a facecloth and cleaned her up so her skin was pink and smooth. The first pain she felt that night was when they put aftershave on her freshly shaved mound. It even dribbled down into her cunt lips and she yelled as it stung her. This caused them all to laugh as she struggled against her bonds. When it had obviously eased off, John approached her and she saw the riding crop in his hands. He slowly played it around her nipples which were hard and stiff then he raised it and sharply flicked it across each nipple, again making her yell out. He then set to, cropping her breasts, working carefully on one then the other, concentrating on a particular area. Max watched as his wife's breasts showed the welts then the bruising from the crop. Her sobs quietened although John was still cropping her. The man with Max explained that the women reached a point where the pain almost went away after a while. The skill of the man working on her was to know how far to go to reach this point, keep her there for a while then move onto another area and start the process again. "Some women can be amazingly tough you know - its almost as if they are in a fight not to give in to us. Makes it a really good session then and I think Sue might be one of those - I hope so!" Sure enough, Max saw them untie Sue and then move her to the centre of the room. A trapeze like swing was lowered and her wrists were once again tied to it, her arms stretched apart. The trapeze was raised and she was stretched up, hanging from it. Another rod was brought in and her legs were pulled wide apart so her ankles could be fastened to the rod to keep her legs held open. She was able to keep her weight off her arms by going up on tip toes which made her calves and buttocks taut. John and the others moved around her body, running their hands all over her. They admired her taut muscles, her breasts, raised by her uplifted arms, her back and buttocks taut from being tensed. They swung her round so her back was to the mirror and John then used a light whip on her back, working his way down to her buttocks. After a while of this he changed back to his crop and used the crop on Sue's buttocks so he could direct the blows more accurately until once again, her struggles began to cease. Now they turned her round to face the mirror and the trapeze was raised so her feet were off the ground. Her ankles were unfastened and there was a man holding each ankle, pulling her legs wide open and lifting them just a little. John stood in between her thighs and he was handed a tawse, a strip of leather about two inches wide. He slapped it against the palm of his hand as he stood there and it made a loud slap. Max watched, mesmerised, as John kneeled between Sue's thighs and raised the tawse then brought it down with a loud slap against the inside of her thigh. This was a very sensitive area for her and she really yelled out, begging him to stop but he continued slapping the insides of both her thighs as his friends pulled her legs wide open. He then nodded to them and they lifted her a little more. Max thought he could guess what was to happen next. He was right. John brought the crop down against her cunt, making her yell and twist, almost pulling free and the men holding her legs open. They really struggled to pull her legs back open again and line her up again for John's tawse. He tawsed her cunt a few times, each time making her yell very loud and Max wondered about the noise but was told the rooms were sound proofed for obvious reasons. The men next held her legs apart but moved them back and under her so she swung towards John face first, legs held up behind her. This made her breasts hang invitingly before him and again he worked on them, this time with the tawse. He slapped them from the side and across the nipples then had her turned round for a final session on her buttocks before he signalled to the men to lower her down. As she was lowered to the ground, they held her while she was unfastened and she collapsed into the arms of the men who had done this to her. they were now very gentle with her, holding her and comforting her but Max could see that they were cupping her breasts and sucking them as part of their comforting so even now they were getting their pleasure from her. He enjoyed seeing her in this helpless state, slumped in their arms as they groped her. John reached down to her cunt and worked her lips open then slipped his fingers into her. He wriggled them around inside her and brought them out and held them up for all to see. "She is really soaking wet lads - she obviously enjoys it despite her yelling" - they all laughed again at this. Max watched as they fastened her to the vaulting horse again, this time facing one end so she was bent over it, her arms pulled forward along its length and her ankles fastened to the horse's legs so she was held open but not pulled as wide open as before. Now the men had stripped off and stood behind her, waiting to take their turn with her. John was first and he bent his knees to get his height right to push his erect cock into her wet cunt. He wriggled his hips as he adjusted himself to her position then pushed up into her. Max saw Sue's body judder with the shock of John's rough thrust into her and then watched as he banged into her with deep, regular strokes until his strokes speeded up and he tensed his buttocks as he shot his spunk into her. Another man took John's place and repeated the performance, filling her with more spunk so that Max could see it dribble down the back of her thighs. The next one complained that she was so wet he could not feel her, her cunt being full of juice and spunk, so he pulled his wet cock out and Max watched as the man stood behind Sue and carefully pulled her buttocks open while the ropes on her hands were loosened to lower her so he could get into her arse. He pushed fingers into her cunt then used the slippery fluid to wet her tight hole before leaning his cock into it and then pushing hard against her. Sue felt the hard, thick cock against her arse, felt it at her rim then felt the pressure as he pushed against her then slipped into her tight ring and past the muscle ring to slide deep into her arse. She screamed with the pain as her arse was stretched wide open but as he fucked it it seemed to lessen. He also stroked her hard until he climaxed, this time she felt the spunk, feeling much hotter, shoot deep into her arse. The man shouted as he came in her and the others all cheered him. Sue was then untied and lifted off the horse. She was wobbly on her legs and they walked her round a little to get the circulation going properly. Max could see the spunk and juices dribble from her cunt and her arse. It was dribbling down the front of her thighs as well as down the back. He watched them take her to the gym rails along the opposite wall of the room. Once again she was fastened up to the rails, this time her arms were fastened, outstretched as usual, then her legs were stretched out, almost doing the splits and fastened to the rails so she was hanging there, open to John and the tawse he held. John started on her again, this time working from her breasts to her thighs and finishing up working once more on her cunt. Because she was soaking wet with juices, it stung her more than last time and she sobbed and yelled, begging him to stop but, as promised, he ignored her cries, working on her until he had finished. She was then lead to a chair where they sat her down. Her legs and ankles were fastened and her arms were tied behind the chair back after a strange bra had been fitted to her. It was like a bra but instead of cups it had two metal rings, through which her breasts were roughly inserted so they hung through, the rings being against her chest. The rings were smaller than her breasts which were squeezed and compressed in order to get them through the two rings. They hung through the rings as John pulled up another chair and sat beside Sue. He got out a length of cord and wrapped it around her nearest breast, starting where the ring was round the base of her breast. As he wrapped the cord around her, it constricted the base of her breast and made the rest of it swell as he squeezed the base more and more, the cord wrapping around her and gradually squeezing more and more of her breasts so the rest was forced into an ever tighter swelling. Her nipples swelled and the end of her breasts were rock hard with the build up of pressure. John flicked his fingers across her nipples and the rock hard breast and she yelled with the pain. "I think I'll try the tawse on your tit now - it should be incredibly sensitive by now" he told her and she almost wet herself with fear. The pain was incredible when he simply flicked the tawse across her swollen breast and she rocked in the chair to try to get away from him. Instead, he repeated the exercise on her other breast. The man with Max said "I bet you've never seen her tits like that have you?" This was true - they were squeezed at the base and blown up at the nipple end with the pressure of the cord until John undid the cord. The pain as the blood flowed again was almost worse than the tawse but he rubbed her breasts and kneaded them until they were hanging back in their usual shape. "Nearly finished now Max" said the man with him. "Just one last fuck for her then she's all yours again. She's performed well - I hope she comes back. I'd like a go at her myself next time." This time when they unfastened her, they moved her to the centre of the floor where one man lay on his back. "Sit across him and put his cock up your cunt, quickly" she was told. She squatted down across him, swung one leg over his body and reached down to open her lips and guide his cock into her cunt as she lowered herself onto him. He wriggled and pushed himself deep into her, making her adjust herself to take his length. He then grabbed her breasts and pulled them down to him, making her move down with them and John positioned himself behind her. He pushed her further down, leaning his weight onto her shoulders to push her close to the first man. This made her bend right over so her arse was presented to John, as he had intended, and he then pushed into her. As she realised what was happening, she once more screamed out, much to their pleasure, and was then fucked by the two men, one in her cunt and one in her arse. The man with Max asked if he had enjoyed the session and Max had to admit that he had, although he knew that Sue had been given a lot more pain that either of them had envisaged. He had enjoyed seeing her helpless, being taken by these strangers, used for their pleasure only.
(All names and location are fictional) This is my story of how I found myself living with a Harem of sexy Vixens that changed my life from boring to extraordinary. I guess I should tell you a bit about myself first. I am 25 years old, 6’ 1”, 220 lbs. and have normal looks. I had hit a progressive jackpot at the MGM in Vegas when I was 22 years old. I was lucky to be smart enough to invest my good fortune and bought myself an apartment building. At 23 years old I was living the life. I had a 60-apartment building keeping my bank account flush with cash and I was partying every night in Sin City. I had it all, well I had everything but a good woman. Truth is I have never been really confident with meeting females and living in the confusing political era of “Me Too” were the rules keep seeming to change really didn’t help my confidence. After a few expensive bad dates that mostly all ended up with me being to chicken to go for it I was depressed. I started out just watching porn and reading erotic books. I really wanted a woman that I could talk to and have sex with but dating was too costly with no guarantee of sex and so once free porn was losing its fun, I found out about live cam girls. I must have looked at hundreds of sites before I decided to try BustGirls.com. the site was clean and simple to use, I also like the fact that I saw a lot of professional porn stars that I used to get off too on free sites mixed into the pages of armature girls. Six months later I had a list of girls that I spent time with daily, I could ask these ladies anything, talk about anything and get my rocks off at the same time as I got to watch them perform a live show just for me. I was then that I found Misty, I fell hard for her and hung out to do shows with her any time I saw her online. The Day I saw Misty use her John Holmes replica dildo and fit the whole toy to the base into her sexy tiny body, seeing her stretch her tight little pussy was like a dream come true for me and I wished that I could meet someone like her. You see while I have not had great luck dating woman, my even bigger issue was the fact that my 11-inch cock was too big to completely fit into the few sexual partners I have had… The irony of everyone wanting a big cock is that most chicks find it too painful to take more that the first 6-8 inches. This is why I found porn to be nice, the girls in porn never complained about taking big cocks to the base, they at least faked it better than any of my ex’s, who would always ask me to not go so deep or ask to stop because it was too painful… I know what a wonderful problem have right? Well I used to not think so, I just wanted to know what it was like to be completely inside a woman. I was after doing a show with Misty one day that I decided to ask her if we could do a second show but this time, I wanted to do it cam to cam. Misty was surprised that I was ready to do a show right after finishing a 30 minute show, but she agreed and I for the first time masturbated on cam for her to see me as I watched her fuck herself with her big toy and gag herself with her free hand. I couldn’t believe how much I came the second time, the idea of her getting to see me had ampped me up so much, my cum shot easily was twice the size of my first. The next day was bummer for me, Misty was not online and after doing some shows with a handful of other girls I decided it would be a good day to go out and hang in one of my favorite clubs. The last Girl I had done a show with had been a real wild chick that wanted me to dominate her you know a real BDSM type, playing with her had put me in the mood for trying my luck at maybe getting some in person action. That night the club was packed, people filled the place from wall to wall. I stood at the bar drinking a Jameson and Ginger ale, waiting to see if I could get up the nerve to hit on any of the girls, but after two hours of overpriced drinks and music that was starting to make my ears bleed, I decided to call it a night. As I paid my tap and took one last look at the crowded dance floor, my jaw dropped as I spotted this petite, dirty blond in a slutty schoolgirl get up walking towards the bar and me. Her perky B cups bouncing firmly under the thin fabric of her slutty cutoff top. The too short pleated skirt kept daring to ride higher up her legs reveling more of her alabaster skin and showing just the bottom of her perfect palm able ass cheeks. I stood frozen as it was now clear to me that she was going to end up right next to me at the bar. As she reached the Bar and ordered herself a Vodka, I tried to act natural despite the fact that my cock was having plans of it own and was forcing me to face the bar to hide its growing erection. I didn’t want to get caught staring at her, so I kept my eye on my drink as I tried to think of something to say. Like a true professional this cute and sexy mousy Girl took the lead and broke the ice. “Hey, haven’t we meet before?” It was hearing the sweet ring of her voice that I went from excited to all out panic, this girl did not just look like Misty, this Girl was Misty. She must of seen how uncomfortable I was because the next thing I knew she had her hand on mine and whispered into my ear “I thought you looked familiar, Your BadGirlFriend69 right?.. It’s me Misty we saw each other the other day at work, right?” I didn’t know what to say, I had never considered that I might someday run into one of the cam Girls in real life much less the real Misty. I stammered trying to think how I could not look like a creepy stalker, after all I had no clue, she was in Vegas much less that she would be in the same club as me. “O Hi ya, sorry, that is me… I didn’t-” She cut me off placing her fingers to my lips and looking me straight in the eyes with her big brown eyes she asked “Was that thing you showed me real? And can it really cum twice like you claimed?” All I could do was node my head yes and follower her lead as she guided me through the club and out into the casino lights of the Vegas night. I didn’t know where Misty was taking me, I was still to shocked about the whole thing. I was begin to wonder if I had too much to drink and if I was really passed out at the bar making a fool of myself instead of being led by the hand through the Vegas streets by my dream girl. It was not until we got to her hotel room door that I decided it must be really happening… At the door Misty turned to me and said with a hint of blushing cheeks “I know this is cliche, but don’t think this is something I always do. I texted my friends that I was bring you here so I hope you are as nice as you always seem at work and that we can have fun for real tonight… After seeing you on cam to cam the other day, I couldn’t believe I saw you at the club tonight… Funny normally it’s the girl that’s afraid of being stocked, not of looking like the one stocking…”. I just smile down at her and did my best to look confident. Once in the room, Misty turned and kiss me. I immediately wrapped her in my arms, I was amazed at how soft her tiny body felt in my hands. We continued to Kiss and grope one another as we made are way deeper into the room until, I felt the back of my legs touch a chair. Misty broke our kiss and with a devilish smile she spoke with a deep hungry moan as she began to pull at my belt “Don’t worry baby, tonight is going to be a lot of fun, let’s get these pants off and let you take a seat so that I can get you ready like only a good woman can.” The next thing I knew, I was naked and sitting back in the room chair growing to my full mast as I watch Misty make a show of her own striping. With each piece of clothing to which there were very few, I was amazed at just how lush her pale skin looked, her perfect perky B-Cup tits whit their already hard gumdrop sized nipples made my mouth water in anticipation of when I would get to suck on them. When Misty was down to her big reveal, having only her tiny skirt between me and her naked body, she turned and bent down, giving me the best view of her sweet ass as she slowly lowered the skirt down over her pale globs, she pulled her cheeks open just enough for me to have a good look at her tender, small brown eye. Despite all the shows I had done with Misty online, she had never been willing to do any anal play, but I always had wanted to at least taste her perfect ass, I was hoping that my chance was coming. As Misty’s skirt hit the floor, she spun back around and dropped to her knees before me. My Cock was already at my full length but once she wrapped her bright red painted lips around its head and ran the tip of her tongue under the crown, I felt my cock swell to its full girth and it was mind blowing feeling her lips spread wider as my cock swelled. With a pop she pulled off of my cock and smiled up at me with her big doe eyes “I just had to taste it before I start, The camera definitely was not lying about your manhood…” Misty spent the next half hour holding my cock up against my stomach in her right hands death grip as she licked the underside of my cock and balls. Once she had my ball covered in her drool, she used her left hand to take hold of one of my balls and began to rhythmically squeeze it while she fit my other ball into her mouth and sucked and liked it with the force of a woman starved. The only reprieve my ball were given from her relentless attack was when she would switch hands so that she could work my other ball. I was in a state of pleasure that was all new to me. I had never really considered ball play before, but I was hook now. Misty’s ball worship came along with her telling me with each transition how much she had bin craving a cock that would fill her up and as she put it “HURT ME”. I had never heard a woman say that she wanted it to hurt in real life before. Misty’s skilled mouth and hand on my balls hand me making a mess of myself as my pre-cum was now flowing like a water faucet, covering my abs and her hands in its flow. To my astonishment Misty was working me up so much that the flow of pre-cum was now drenching my balls. This only seemed to make her squeeze and suck on my cum makers even more, eliciting a moan from Misty as she told me that “I am going to drain these cum bags tell you Bust Dust!”. I didn’t know what to say or even if I should say anything, I just didn’t want her to stop. Like all good things in life Misty’s worship of my now extremely swollen sack did come to a end, but unlike most things in life, things got even better. Misty finally freed my cock from her death grip and began to suck the head of my cock. Then with both her hands she took a ball from my bloated sack and squeezed them hard, I all most yelled for her to stop from the pain, but the pain vanished as Misty started to swallow my cock, she took half of me in her first go and by her third head bob I could feel her nose touch my base as her throat convulsed and gagged around me, the pleasure of her oral skills washed away the pain of her hands tight grip on my nuts and before I knew what I was doing I let out a long and loud moan of my own as I felt muscles deep inside myself that I had never felt before contract and my cock swell to new heights as I let lose the most intense cum release of my life. To Misty’s credit she never stopped gagging herself on my dick as I came and when I had finally fired the last of my cum rope into throat, or her belly might be more accurate to say, Misty wasted no time in freeing my cock and started licking me from the back of my ball sack to the tip of my dick. As I sat in the chair trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life Misty kissed and licked my manhood and whispered “I wanted you to cum before you get inside me, I want a long ride from my new favorite man.” I do not know if it was her oral attention or the impact of her words, but my cock began freely flow its pre-cum once again. The Volume of my pre-cum made Misty smile as she rubbed my leaking cock all over her face, smearing her make-up as my juices mixed with it on her face. As I tried to rise from the chair to return the oral favor to Misty, She pushed me back down and crawled up into my lap planting a passionate kiss on me as she aimed my cock at her slippery pussy. “It’s okay baby, between how wet I am and the ungodly amount of nut you are pouring out we don’t need you to get me ready, just let me ride you for the first round to get used to you.” And with those words Misty impaled herself on my mast, she didn’t take it slow or even try to control her hips as she slammed her tight hot cunt down onto me. I could not believe that in one motion Misty had taken all of me and I could feel herd hard little clit pressed against me. Misty let out ear piercing scream after scream as I felt her pussy quiver around my thick cock that seemed to feel as if it was trying to grow even thicker and longer to rip her and poke her even deeper. After the waves of passion finally started to settle, Misty started to ride me with hard fast thrust of her hips. I could feel our combine sexual juices mixing and running down my legs and under my ass in the seat. We kissed and groped until Misty broke our kiss and screamed for me to suck her tits that she thrust into my face, a task that I was more than happy to oblige. Misty’s gumdrop sized nipples tasted sweet like vanilla and cherries. The feeling of my cock being strangled by the walls of her fiery cunt as the head of my dick repeatedly crashed into her cervix, was all becoming too much for me to hold back. Taking her hip into my hand I began to add my own strength to her down ward impalement and focused my attention to just her right nipple, doing my best to suck it off of her chest without letting my teeth bite her. Misty let out one last mighty roar as she slammed down for the last time in my lap, as her Orgasm ripped through her. He body shook and contorted so violently I feared that she might of bin having a seizure, not that I could of done anything about it as my own need to cum had taken hold and all I could do was increase my own attack on her nipple as I let free my second stream of cum, delivering it directly into her womanhood, If she had not been on the pill, then a child surly would of bin conceived. As Misty calmed from her bliss, she gently stroked my head and back urging me to free her nipple from my lust full mouths embrace, reveling her once pale pink nipple to be a much darker purple. Misty laughed “No one has ever given me a kicky right on the nipple before, it even goes over my whole areola.” As Misty rose out of my lap the combine mixture of our fluids and a fair amount of blood came leaking from her now gaping cunt. Misty scooped some of the mix into her hand and without a thought she began to lick her hand clean, only to go back and get herself another helping. I sat there watching as the woman of my dreams scooped up our love and ate every last drop from her inside and out of her sinful body.
I knew Barbara when she was in school, she was a year younger than me and we grew up living just a couple of doors apart. I was developing into a normal teen and didn't really look at her as she was a bit younger than me and at 14 she was only 13. I started going out with Julie who I eventually married but as I got to 17 I started to notice Barbara. She was developing into a beautiful girl, Her breasts were enlarging and that summer was the summer of short skirts and hers were short. She seemed to blossom overnight and she was at the girls school and I was at the boys. We came home often on the same bus but many times it was a different bus and hers was a few minutes after mine. Once I was home I would head up to my bedroom which had a view right down the road, on the pretext of starting my homework, and watch for her walking up the hill to her house. I would stand there and masturbate looking at her and really wanting her. I was already having some sexual experience with Julie. We hadn't gone to full sex but we were caressing each other to orgasm on at least 3 nights per week. She was regularly going home with very wet knickers in her handbag Opposite Barbara's house was a rather brassy blond called Elaine and she would often go out about 7pm. I later found out she was a barmaid and went for the 7:05 bus. Again I was watching her walking her gorgeous ass up the road and tossing off again. On Saturday afternoon Barbara's mum, Mary, would go shopping and walk up the road and even in her mid to late 30's she cut a fine figure of a woman and she became the object of my masturbation At the bottom of the road lived Carol, aged about 25, she often stood at the gate talking and again she was the object of my masturbation process. With the times I was orgasmic with Julie and my daily masturbation's for Barbara, Elaine , Carol & Mary I was wanking on average 5-6 times a day. One day a letter arrived, It was in an envelope with HOLLAND ITALY & SWALK written on the back. Inside was a letter Dear Steve, I have often noticed you but you never seem to notice me. I am often on your bus but you don't really seem to know I am there Ever yours BC Now when I read it I struggled to know who BC was The only BC I knew was Barbara Cook the daughter of Mary Cook Barbara's mum I racked my brains to see all the other girls on the bus but no name came up. A few days later I was on the bus with Barbara and sat next to her I asked her if she was in the habit of writing letters but she said no and I left it at that My daily sexual relief continued as Barbara's skirts got shorter and eventually I went off to College & Barbara went off to University. We lost touch. About 4 years ago I contacted Barbara through Face book and she told me her mum & dad were still alive, gave me their address and on my way through my home town I stopped by to see her parents. Her Dad was very ill and her mum. now late 60's was still good looking. I met up with Barbara in London and I plucked up the courage to ask her about the letter. She said that she had not written it and she didn't know anyone of the initials BC Some time later Barbara rang me to tell me her dad had died and then about a year later I got a call from her mum to say that Barbara had died following a very short illness. About 6 months ago I was passing through the home town and called in to see Mary. We chatted and now at 71 she was still good looking. I asked her about the letter, saying that I had spoken to Barbara about it and did she recall anyone who might have the initials BC. Mary confessed that she had written the letter hoping that I would date Barbara. I confessed that I was already going out with Julie, who I eventually married and that at the time of receiving the letter we were doing things that young teenagers were getting up to. Mary asked me if I ever fancied Barbara and I said that I did, I thought she was beautiful and often through about asking her out for a date. She asked if I had been with any other girls and I said that I had fantasized about a lot of people but never plucked up the courage to do anything about it as I was seriously involved with Julie. She continued to pursue this like of questioning and asked who I had fancied. I said I fancied Elaine, the brassy Blondie from across the road from them and she laughed. I also said that I fancied Carol who used to live at the end of the road. Mary said that Carol now lived next door to her on the house that shared the drive. I was about to say that I also fancied Mary but stopped short but she realised I was going to say something else and she said "go on who else did you fancy?" I said "well there was this married woman who was the mother of Barbara." Mary laughed. "God you fancied me? " "Yes I did" "But I was so much older that you" "Well you must have been mid thirties or so." "Well yes" "Well here I am now at 71 and being told I was fancied by a boy as old as my daughter." "You are still beautiful" I said "I bet you don't wank for me now do you?" she asked I slid down in the chair, slipped my hand down my trousers and took hold of my cock and began to caress it. "I am doing it now and you are turning me on" "Don't be so silly" she said I stood up and walked over to where she was sitting on the settee. I knelt at the side of her and kissed her straight on the mouth and took her hand and put it onto my cock. "See I am hard now just looking at you." "God" she said "I never thought that would happen. " "What?" I asked "That I would get someone excited again. " I kissed her again on the mouth "You are very beautiful and very desirable" I said to her Her hands went back to my cock and I took that as a sign to go further and undid a button her blouse "They have all gone saggy now" she said "No worries" I said to her and undid more buttons Her hand was now tightening abut my cock and I was nearly at full stretch I slid my hand inside her bra and pulled her left breast out and then took the nipple in my mouth and kissed it sucking on it Then the other one and kissed that and then pulled her blouse back and off her shoulders and then pulled her bra off her breasts. "God you are beautiful" I said. Her hand dropped off my erection and I knelt in front of her pushing myself between her legs but her skirt prevented me getting them any wider. I reached out and kissed her mouth again and then took each breast in my hand and kissed each nipple She laid back onto the settee and I sucked each nipple again. My hands went between her legs and then under her skirt and to the outside of her legs and with one swift action I had racked her skirt right up I looked down and there she had on tights and white knickers I buried my head between her legs and smelt her womanhood "You smell so sexy" I said to her I said "I remember Julie wearing tights and ripping them open to get to her and after that she wore stockings of open crotch tights. " "Make these open crotch if you want to" she said. I took hold of the material in each hand and with one deft movement ripped open the crotch of the tights My fingers went to caress her knickers and the slid around the edge of the panties to feel her hairy snatch. My fingers probed her hairs and then eventually I found her love hole and began to finger it Back to kissing her breasts as I fingered her pussy She began to cry and I stopped "What's the matter?" "It's been so long since I was touched there" she said "Keep on going please don't stop " I kept fingering her and eventually she became wet I pulled her to the edge of the settee and rubbed my erection against her crotch "I want you Mary" I said "I want you " "I am very hairy but I want you to fuck me" she said I stood up and undid my trousers "Take me in the bedroom please " "I want to be fucked in bed " She showed me where the bedroom was and went to lock the door by the time she came back I was in my underpants She laid on the bed and I took what remained of her tights off and then slipped her knickers off She was very hairy, very very hairy "I am sorry I?m so hairy and I must smell " "No worries" I said "I want to do oral sex on you first " and with no more said I went down on her and began to lick her hairy cunt till I found her clitoris. Then I worked my way down to find her cunt and slipped my tongue inside her to taste her juices Yes she did smell and it was a wonderful musky womanly smell I pushed her legs over my shoulders and began to tongue fuck her cunt. I told her to put her feet on my shoulders and that gave me a better entrance to her cunt. I sucked prodded and licked her down there till she went into an orgasm I looked up at her and said did she enjoy that and she said fuck me I slid into her and began to thrust. "Keep still" she said "I want to feel you filling me up " I stopped fucking her and lay still in her cunt I could feel her cunt muscles squeezing my cock "That's nice" I said "I thought I had lost use of those" she said "Fuck me slowly I want it to last " I began to fuck her slowly, long deep strokes almost coming out, keeping it below the level of me getting too excited but clearly satisfying her desire for a man in there "Do it hard now" she said I said "let me turn you round on the bed so I can put my feet against the headboard " In that position I got a good grip on her my feet stopped against the headboard and then I let rip into her body with my erect cock. She was bouncing on the bed and I pounded into her cunt. Then the time came and I said "O I am coning" and she said "come on let me feel you squirt it into me." I emptied my balls into her. "Stay inside me" she said I lay there on top of her kissing her lips and feeling the jism oozing out of her cunt. Eventually I shrank and came out of her. We lay side by side on the bed holding each other and me gently caressing her clitoris and she just holding my cock in her hand "Do you want to use the bathroom" she asked I said "yes" and went off for a pee and to clean up When I came back she was still laid on the bed, legs open sperm oozing out of her and down her hairs "Thank you" she said "that was wonderful " "Do you want the bathroom" I asked "I want to stay here for ever and remember this moment " "However I do need to get up as I need to go to the shop " I offered to take her and she said that would be nice and I could stay for tea if I wanted to I picked up her clothes and put them on the bed and got dressed She came back in and picked up her bra and blouse and skirt. "Do you want these" I asked giving her her panties "No" she said "I am going out to the shop commando! " A few minutes later we set of for the shop and returned about an hour later. Carol was just coming out of the house as we came back and Mary introduced me to her as the Steve who used to live down the road. Carol remembered me and I remembered Carol Mary said "He is staying with me for tea and we have just had sex!" and went into the house. I looked at Carol and shrugged my shoulders and followed Mary into the house. "I can't believe you said that to her" I said "Well it is true isn?t it " "Well yes " "I think I need some more" she said "More what" I asked "More sex" she said and led me into the lounge She sat on the settee and hutched her skirt up and opened her legs and said "come on fuck me on the settee " I knelt in front of her and unzipped my trousers and took my cock out and started to erect it and began to push it up her cunt. Carol walked in on us I pulled out and stood up pulling my trousers up but Mary said "Oh ignore her come on back to where you were " I knelt back in front of Mary and slipped it back into her her. "You see Carol You are not the only one who likes sex" "Come on Fuck it" Mary said and I started going at it hell for leather. I collapsed onto her and Carol stood there "Wowee Mary I never thought you had it in you" "Well it was well and truly in me that time" Mary said. Mary got up and tidied her skirt and went into the kitchen to do tea. I was left alone with my trousers down with Carol "So you fancied me did you " Carol said "Yes I did" "So come on then" I stood up and took Carol in my arms, My trousers now dropped to the floor Carol took hold of my sticky cock and began to caress it. It began to erect which was quite amazing as I am older and it usually takes some time to recover. Carol sat in the same chair Mary had sat in and hutched up her skirt "Come on big boy come inside me" I knelt in front of her and removed her knickers and slipped inside her. I felt her tightness round me and began the gentle thrusting and eventually shot another load into her. I said I ought to ring my wife as I was going to be late I rang Julie and said that the system we were putting in was not going too well and I would be late. Carol went home leaving Mary & me to have tea Once tea I said to Mary "did she mind me having sex with Carol" and she said "NO" and after tea was over Mary asked if I wanted to go back to bed with her and even stay the night. I wanted to stay the night and rang Julie again to say that the problem we were having had got worse and we had to start again so I would not be home till really late and may decide to book into a hotel and come home in the morning - not wanting to drive back when very tired. She understood!! it was now about 7:30 and Mary suggested a night cap and an early night. She got me a drink and I sat in the lounge watching TV when she appeared in the doorway in her rather long nightie. "sorry this is the sexiest thing I have got" she giggled I stood up and took her in my arms and kissed her "I think you would look sexy in anything" I said and proceeded to caress her through it. "Bed" i whispered to her and she led the way. I stripped off to my underpants and she said - "no, take them off" I dropped them and stood naked on front of her She walked over to me and took hold of my cock and said "Take me" I lifted her nightie and revealed her naked body, Her tits were saggy and she was quite wrinkled but I felt the erection rising and I pulled the bed clothes back and invited her into her own bed and then climbed in at the side of her. I caressed her tits, kissed her n the mouth and then asked if she wanted oral sex again - she said "Oh yes please" and I went down on her and kissed her till she orgasm ed. What do you want me to do for you she said. "I would love oral sex from you " I said I invited her to kneel over my face so I could see her cunt and she took me in her mouth and began to suck me until I eventually orgasm ed in her mouth. She moved position and came towards me with the sperm still in her mouth and then threw her head back and swallowed it. We lay side by side onthebed and made love naked twice more before we drifted off to sleep. I woke about 3am and felt her close to me I slid my hands between her legs and pushed them apart Mounting her I slid into her and began to fuck her while she was asleep. In the morning I told her what i had done and she said she knew, she just pretended to be asleep. We got back into the 69 position and we gave each other oral sex and I got up and left her a very happy woman and me a very happy man Comments please to [email protected]
I grew up in at the edge of a fairly small town. From my house, 2 blocks to the north was marshland, 2 blocks west was fields, mostly corn. In my neighborhood there was a group of 10 of us who would play together. We played various games depending on who’s turn it was to choose. Everything from different sports, to war games, to fashion shows, but everyone's favorite was night games. We played almost every night while we were on summer break. The kids ranged in age from 8 to 14, I was 10 at the time. I was always one of the faster more athletic kids, but couldn’t quite keep up with the older kids in the group. We played different night games, but the most common were kick the can, and hide and seek. I remember one summer night very vividly. We had played a few games already. It was Maria’s turn to choose the game, she chose hide and seek. When we started playing, Maria told me to follow her, she had a good place to hide. I followed her to her house, she opened her bedroom window and said “Come here, I’ll give you a boost.” “We can’t go in, it’s out of bounds.” I said. “We aren’t going to stay long, I just need a drink.” “Ok but we have to hurry.” She gave me a boost, then followed me in. She told me to sit on the bed while she went and got each of us a can of grape soda. Maria was the oldest of our neighborhood group at 14. She was only a couple of inches taller than me, and was very pretty. She had dark hair and dark eyes, and I think she was of Russian descent. Sometimes she would tan in her yard with her big sister. Whenever I saw her out in that little bikini, I would always spy on her. She had small breasts and a nice little bubble butt. I guess you could say I had a crush on her, but it was more like an infatuation. While we were drinking our grape soda, she pulled out a toy chainsaw that when you pulled the string then pulled the trigger, it would vibrate. I finished my can of soda, threw the can away, then sat back on the bed waiting for Maria. She put the chainsaw on my neck, and pulled the trigger. “I just cut off your head.” She giggled. Then took the chainsaw and put it on my leg. I remember it tickling but it felt good. I laughed a little as she pulled the string back again. This time she put it farther up my leg, far enough that it vibrated my balls. It tickled a little but felt really good. I instantly got hard. I remember her kind of staring at the tent in my pants, and I was getting embarrassed. She pulled the string again, put the chainsaw right on my hard dick and pulled the trigger. “Timber!” she laughed. I was embarrassed but really turned on, so I just sat there and didn’t say anything. She pulled the string and again put it right on my boner. I was in heaven. I knew as much about sex as you could learn from hardcore porn. I had found my parents stash and had been watching and masturbating since I was 8. In my head I thought this was just like the start of one of the porn scenes. “Can I see it?” she asked. “I guess so.” I said and started undoing my pants. I pulled it out of the pee hole in my underwear, and she just stared for a couple seconds. Then suddenly she reached over and pulled my pants and underwear down. “Can I touch it?” “Sure.” “Lay on the bed.” She said, and I followed her instructions. She took off my shoes and finished taking off my pants and underwear so I just had a shirt and socks on. Maria got really close to it like she was examining it, then reached over and grabbed the end of my dick with her thumb and first finger and lifted it to get a better look. She let it go and it slapped against my stomach. She laughed and did it a few more times. It felt so good. Then she rubbed her whole hand and palm down the length and started playing with my balls. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I would have done anything for her at that moment, as long as she just kept playing with me. When she was done with my balls, she grabbed my hard cock in her hand and started giving me a handjob. I could have died in that moment and been happy. The moment didn’t last long before my dick started to twitch. “Did you just cum?” she asked. “I guess so.” I answered. “That was fun, we should do that again. Now we have to go, I bet they found everyone by now.” I quickly put my clothes back on, we jumped out the window, and were found quickly in the bushes behind her house. We didn’t get another chance to play hide and seek until a few nights later. Maria told me to follow her again and I knew what was going to happen. I was hard before we even got to her house. She boosted me in the window, followed me in, and without saying anything pulled my pants off. When she saw I was already hard, she pushed me on the bed, and without warning wrapped her lips around me and started sucking me fast and hard. I came in seconds. I don’t know whether she didn’t know because nothing came out, or whether she didn’t care, but she just kept sucking. It was almost too much, but I wasn’t about to stop her. Shortly after I came again, but she just kept going. Moments later she started moaning and twitching herself. I couldn’t see her because she was off the edge of the bed, but she had her hand down her pants, and came right in front of me. As she was cumming, she finally let me out of her mouth. I just stared at her as she was cumming. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. When she was finally done, she just looked at me. We were both breathing hard. “That was awesome.” I told her. “Yeah.” was all she could manage. After a couple minutes she said “We have to go.” “Can I see your boobs first?” I asked. “No. I’ll let you see my bra and you can touch them, but you have to hurry.” She lifted up her shirt and I could see her black bra with white lace around the edges. I reached out and touched a real boob for the first time. It filled my 10 year old hand but was probably really only a b cup. It only lasted a few seconds before she said we really had to go. I was happy, but was hard the rest of the night playing games. The next time we had a chance came a few nights later. It was a lot like the last time. She pulled off my shorts and started going at it. This time though I was determined to watch her masturbate. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her devour my dick. I could see her hand going inside her shorts and she started rubbing very fast. It matched the pace that she was sucking my dick at. I reached down, grabbed her boob, and gave it a little squeeze. She moaned and I came immediately. She took her mouth off my cock. I was a little disappointed until I noticed she was taking her shirt off, quickly followed by her shorts, then her bra. She had amazing tits, firm and small with dark little nipples that stuck out, She knelt in front of me again wearing only her white panties, and started going down on me again. I couldn’t believe my luck. I watched her rubbing her pussy as she was sucking me off, and I came again. She didn’t stop this time, just kept going. I reached down and grabbed her boob again. I squeezed it, she moaned, then I started rubbing her nipple in my fingers. This made her moan again and she sped up the pace on her pussy. I could smell her now. The smell turned me on so much I came again. As I was cumming I didn’t let go of her nipple, I think I might have pinched on it pretty hard and as I was cumming she started to cum. It was very sexy watching her twitch and convulse. When she finally stopped she looked up at me and we both smiled. “That was amazing.” She said. “You are so fucking hot.” I said. Almost immediately she moved her face to mine and kissed me. She climbed on top of me, with nothing but panties, and me with nothing but a shirt, as her tongue was dancing in my mouth. As we kissed I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy on my dick. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again. This was my first kiss and still one of the most erotic of my life. Before long we decided we had stayed too long and went out to find everyone else. We couldn’t find anyone and decided we stayed too long and everyone quit, so we went home. That was the last time we played night games that summer. I was looking forward to the next time with Maria, hoping it would lead to sex. About a month later Maria’s parents sent her to live with her grandparents because they caught her in her room with one of the other neighborhood kids. I never saw Maria again, but still think about her. A couple months later I overheard my parents talking and said she was pregnant, that was why she was sent away.
I'm Joshua, back in middle school I met the love of my life. An amazing girl who was the same age as me. We were 14 at the time. Our one year anniversary was coming up. We were excited. Rebecca was her name, a very pretty girl. Slim and well fit; perfect curves, tits that really can attract most boys. And the lust in her eyes told me, she wants me. So one day, as a normal day at school came to an end. She brought me back to her house. We jumped off the bus together and made our way. We arrive at her house and She says, "Wait a minute." She opens her front door and enters the house. She comes back and tells me. "All clear." I take her hand while smiling. She leads me to her room and locks the door behind me. She pushes me on her bed And says, "Babe, I couldn't wait any longer. I've been wanting you. And this is our moment. We can't be afraid anymore." As I speak, she is slowly rubbing around the front part of my pants. As my bulge grows she moans under her breath. I say, "Babe I just knew this was going to happen very soon." We begin kissing, as I slowly remove her top and bra. She rips my shirt off and pulls away my jeans. Her hot lips and tounge going wild in my mouth as I play back rubbing and squeezing her breasts. She takes off my boxers, as I look into her eyes and she says, "I'm ready for this." Knowing this was her first time, she simply shoved my rock hard dick into her mouth. Bobbed her head up and down and did lick it all around. Without hesitation, she gargles it deep into her throat. Yes I groaned at my loudest. Wondering how she could be so gifted. As she continue this, I made my way around and started removing her short shorts. As I pulled down her panties, she came around, kissing me passionately. Slowly licking my fingers, I then rub her clit slowly and in a perfect circular motion. The she tells me, "Put them in baby! Finger me please." I didn't hesitate much. I entered her virgin pussy with my two fingers. Slow and gentle. She moaned as I entered her. I slowly began to finger fuck her nice and smooth like. Moaning at her loudest, I began to lick at her clit for the first time. Her tension began to rise as her oust clenched around my fingers. She started to yell. "I'm going to cum baby!! Keep going!" I increase my pace, licking and fingering faster. She clenched up more and moans and coos while Cummings hard. I came up to her, she breathing hard; kissed each other romantically. Finally, I lay her down on her bed. Kissed her pussy and asked her, "Babe are you sure you're ready for this?" She replied, "Babe yes I'm ready." She smiles. "I only want you. I do feel safe so far with you. My only love." I then open her legs wide as they can go, and press the tip softly against her virginal opening. Groaning from the tightness, I keep on going as she moans and cries. She looks at me and nods her head. That was my chance to get this over with. I then push my dick in with more might, and yes; her hymen broke. She shrieked, "Oh god babe!" I told her, "Now I'm going to do this slow until it feels good for you." She tells me, "Okay baby." I then start to go in and out of her at a slow and casual pace. She was crying just a little but then again I was hearing little moans now and then. I knew I was doing a good job with her. She looked up at me with such love, she blushes and says, "Go faster daddy. Please me more." I begin to pick up my speed, going a little faster as I leaned up against her legs. Hearing clapping and sucking noises as my dick pounded her tight pussy. Moaning and groaning filled the air. Heavy breathing was at it's loudest, as we made our first time feel like it wasn't really the first. You hear her moaning and cooing under her breath, "I love you baby. Keep fucking me. Oooh this is too good baby. Ughhhh you feel amazing." I came down and kissed her as I continued my pace. I wrapped my arms around her back and started pounding her a little harder and made my dick go deeper into her hot tight canal. She knew what was going on. She sat up and as my dick pounded her as hard as I could go. She started saying, "Make me cum babe. This is beyond amazing my lover." I winked at her as I hugged her closer and picked up speed. The clapping and suckage noises increased as she screamed. "Oh god babe. Yes. Yes! YES!!!" I kissed her more. Rubbed and bit at her tits. She started to clench up around my cock. Groaning from this hot and intense feeling. I couldn't hold back, I needed to really give it to her. I started to fuck her really hard as I slowly bounced off of her tight pussy. My dick shined and glimmered from how wet she was. This was really exciting us. As I heard her moans, of complete pleasure. I knew it was time to finish. We started to breath heavily. I increased my speed, held onto her tightly; she began to squeal. Kissed at my neck as my dick went in and out in intense speed. We started to groan and moan at our highest and began to arch and clench up. She started to cum hard. As I did the same, ejaculated deep into what was her virgin pussy. Then, I slowly pulled out and saw what a mess we made. Laughing under my breath I held her close to me. Breathing heavy, sweating. We fell asleep together. Our love was meant forever.
Two guys went to a gas station that was holding a contest: a chance to win free sex when you filled your tank. They pumped their gas and went to pay the male attendant. "I'm thinking of a number between one and ten," he said. "If you guess right, you win free sex." "Okay," agreed one of the guys, "I guess seven." "Sorry, I was thinking of eight," replied the attendant. The next week they tried again. When they went to pay, the attendant told them to pick a number. "Two!" said the second guy. "Sorry, it's three, said the attendant. "Come back and try again." As they walked out to their car, one guy said to the other, "I think this contest is rigged." "No way," said his buddy. "My wife won twice last week."
Two guys went to a gas station that was holding a contest: a chance to win free sex when you filled your tank. They pumped their gas and went to pay the male attendant. "I'm thinking of a number between one and ten," he said. "If you guess right, you win free sex." "Okay," agreed one of the guys, "I guess seven." "Sorry, I was thinking of eight," replied the attendant. The next week they tried again. When they went to pay, the attendant told them to pick a number. "Two!" said the second guy. "Sorry, it's three, said the attendant. "Come back and try again." As they walked out to their car, one guy said to the other, "I think this contest is rigged." "No way," said his buddy. "My wife won twice last week."
“OK Joe let’s try this one again” Joe sighs “Baby isn’t it obvious by now that I can’t dance?” She smiles sweetly at him “Well then, you have four days to learn” Maryse takes his hand and he rests his hand under her shoulder blade as she rest her other hand on his arm “Now remember: Slow, slow quick-quick” He nods and they start again, Joe must admit that under Maryse’s tutelage he has made quite some progress. First she had to dodge him stepping on her toes, but at least by now they can dance a few steps before he loses the rhythm and not once did she lose her temper with him. A glance down at their feet earns him a pinch on his arm and he looks back up at Maryse and grins at her “You know you lose your rhythm when you look down, feel the music” “Yes ma’am” She flashes him one of her bright smiles and they continue to dance, Joe must admit that this is much more fun than he originally thought. It’s a way to be close to Maryse and just hold her in his arms without anybody thinking anything about it. Suddenly his foot brushes against Maryse’s, he loses the step and they almost tumble to the ground. Maryse’s arms lock around his neck and he grabs her around the waist as he stumbles to a stop. Maryse groans and let go of her hold, hanging in his arms with her arms outstretched on each side and her head thrown back, she begins to laugh softly. “And what is so funny?” “You” “Me?” She looks up at him “I swear if I stripped down and got you inside of me, you would fuck me to the rhythm of the music, but just one little miss step and you lose all concentration” “I’m just scared of stepping on your toes” “Hey we are past that part OK? Just keep your mind on what you must do and let me worry about the rest” Grinning he pulls her closer and leans down to gently kiss her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Oe you naughty boy, now you got me all tingly” He softly nibbles on her ear and she wraps her arms around him, breathing softly through her parted lips “Why is it that you get me turned on so easily?” He looks at her “Hmmmm maybe it is because you love me so much” She chuckles “Let’s hope so, or maybe you cast a spell on me” He grins at her “Abracadabra” She giggles and kisses him, he straightens up and kiss her back as he do so, she breaks away from the kiss and starts to slip his t-shirt off, he helps her and they kiss again as she pushes him down on the couch and straddles his lap, taking his face in her hands and continue to kiss him. He slip his arms around her, pulling her closer, kissing her back, enjoying the taste of her mouth as their tongues slips into each other’s mouth. She pushes herself up against him, moaning into his mouth as she grinds her crotch against his growing cock. He slips his hands under her top and firmly strokes the tips of his fingers over her naked skin, focusing on her lower back. She kisses him even harder, digging her nails into his shoulders as she grinds her groin against his hard cock. Joe takes her thin tank top and pulls it off, enjoying the view of her firm breasts and their hard nipples. He leans in to kiss the soft flesh of her breast, making her moan loudly. She slips off his lap, grasping his shorts and pulling them down to his ankles, she undoes the string on her board shorts and it drops down her body with a slight wiggle of her hips. Joe can’t help but marvel at how sexy she looks all firm flesh and silky smooth skin curved like she was sculpted by a master. “No wonder I can’t get you to dance, you have me naked and horny most of the time” He grins up at her “Do I hear somebody complain?” “Hmmmm not at all baby,” She sinks to her knees, her lips locks around his cock, her fingers slowly fondling his balls. Her highly skilled tongue teasing and rubbing his cock, drawing it out to its full length, he place his hands in her hair, watching as her mouth stretches out to envelope his cock. She winks up at him and start to suck, moving her mouth slowly over his engorged cock. He keeps on watching as her lips, tongue and fingers tease and rub over his turgid cock, drawing a groan from him. He loved how she moved so slowly, teasing him, giving him pleasure as she worked herself up. With a long slurping sound she pull off of his cock, standing up she straddle his lap, here soft breasts in his face. He lick one of her hard nipples as she start to lower herself onto his throbbing cock, he rests his hands on her lower back to help her keep her balance. He nibble on her nipple, making her groan softly as her pussy lips slowly envelope his cock, her saliva on his cock and her juices allowing him to slide into her without any resistance. She use her muscles to squeeze his cock, making him groan as she go from tight to impossibly tight, to tight and each time allowing his cock to slide in deeper. He slide one hand over her body to cup her breast, gently squeezing as he suck and nibble on her nipple, she suddenly sat down , taking in his entire cock, drawing a soft moan from him and a wicked grin spread over her face, “So that is what balls-deep mean.” He chuckles and kiss her, she return the kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders as she start to grind her hips against him, the swirling of her hips moving his cock inside of her. Joe knew it wouldn’t be long before she starts to ride him in earnest; this was just her way of teasing them both. She breaks the kiss to let out a moan, she start to thrust her pelvis against him, riding the hard shaft poking into her with each thrust. Joe nibbles on her neck, feeling her nails starting to dig into his shoulders as her thrusts start to increase in pace and power, he loved how her muscled rippled and squeezed his shaft as she glided over him again and again. Her moans starts to fill the room along with the sound of her groin slapping soundly against him, he keeps on nibbling her neck, down over her collarbone, the nibbles turning to sharp little bites as his mouth moves over the soft flesh of her bouncing breasts. He suck a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and biting gently on the flesh as she literally impale herself on his cock, trying to drive it right through her, her nails digging into his skin. He takes hold of her other breast, squeezing the copious flesh and pinching the hard nipple, he can’t help but think how good it would be to have Maryse moaning into the other girl’s pussy, lapping up her juices while her own pussy clutched his hard cock, he got to admit that he like the idea…he like the idea a lot. As Maryse’s body starts to convulse against him, her pussy clamping around his hard shaft, he pull from her breast, grabbing her hair and pull her down for a hard, breathless kiss. Mere seconds later she screams, the sound muffled by his mouth as she sits down heavily on his lap, the convulsions of her muscles drawing his orgasm out and he groan as his cum erupts deep inside her, their bodies convulsing together, their tongues finding each other and entwining as their orgasms wash over them. Finally she pulls away from him and brush her hair out of her face, he looks up at her, his hands idly stroking over her ass and lower back. She crosses her arms on his chest and leans closer, her eyes inspecting him as their mixed fluids slowly seeped from her and dripped from his balls. “You sir are one very kinky man,” he chuckle, “Is that a complaint I hear?” She smile and kiss the tip of his nose, “Oh not at all, you might just wear a girl out or make her used to such royal treatment.” He smile and continue with the exploration of her silky skin, “So have you thought about bringing the girl into our little party just once?” He nods, “Yes I have,” her eyes betrays her curiosity, “I think it can work, only if you don’t get all possessive grumpy about it.” She chuckle and playfully bite his cheek, “Just for that you’re not getting any tonight mister.” He grins at her, “Then I’ll just tie you down and take what I want,” she grins back at him, “Promise?” He laughs and kisses her, “Maybe, depends if you can resist my charms or not.” She returns the kiss and then slip from his lap, his half rigid cock finding itself bathed with her tongue and then sucked into her warm mouth, cleaning up the traces of their coupling. She finally gets to her feet and lick her lips clean, “I’ll go find and talk to her, taking you along might just make her nervous.” He smile up at her and get to his feet, “What are you going to tell her then?” She gives him a wink and starts to get dressed, “Oh you will just have to see if it works or not, why don’t you get something to eat while I’m gone? I’m getting kind of hungry” He watched her slip back into her clothes and blows him a kiss before grabbing her cellphone and sunglasses, before slipping out of the door. He goes to the fridge, checks what there is and after some thought he decides to make steak with chips, oven baked chips of course. While defrosting the steaks he whips up a sauce to use on the steak, shaking his head at the fact that even though his mother makes food most of the time, he can also make something edible. Cutting open the frozen chips, he dumps them in a pan and spread them out, popping the pan into the oven he leaves the oven off for now, it won’t be good to have cold chips with warm steak. Finally the steak is defrosted and he turns on the stove, placing a frying pan on and pouring in some olive oil, moments later a steak is frying in the pan, the sauce adding to the great aroma. He hears the door open and looks around to find the cute brunette walking in through the front door, wearing sandals, white shorts and a white t-shirt, he gives her a friendly smile. “Hey there,” Wiping his hands he walks over and extends his hand, “I’m Joe,” She smiles nervously and shakes his hand, “Hi I’m Tamryn.” “Well Tamryn make yourself at home, I’m busy with our breakfast. Hey babe.” Maryse gives him a grin and leads Tamryn to the living room, Joe can hear Tamryn’s voice from inside, “You failed to mention that he’s gorgeous.” Maryse of course just chuckled and Joe turns his attention back to the food, when he is done, he sets out the plates, placing a steak in each plate and adding the chips. He walks to the living room and stops in the doorway, finding the two girls talking like old friends. “Well breakfast is served ladies,” Maryse gave him a smile, “Handsome and useful, you got to like that in a man.” Tamryn giggled and eyed Joe, what she was thinking Joe could only guess, but he was sure that it had nothing to do with his manners. He followed the two girls as they made their way to the living room, pointing out their seats. After saying grace they started to eat, Joe had placed out a can of cool drink for them and while they ate he got up every now and then to get a fresh one. After they have all finished he cleans up the dishes and dumps them in the washing basin, there would be time to worry about them later. During the meal he had found out that Tammy is a year older than Maryse, doing her first year in Graphic Designing. She had a boyfriend, but at the moment it was not going very well between the two of them and she took this vacation alone to give them both time apart to figure things out. Why she was having problems he did not know, from the time they spent together she was friendly, funny, intelligent and just had a way to get a smile out of you. Shaking his head, he returned to the living room, the only seat available was next to Tammy, which he took. They continued to chat and he found that he liked Tammy more and more, her big brown eyes just had a way of lighting up when she laughed and the way her hands move around animatedly when she tells a story he finds endearing. “So how are we going to do this?” He grins slyly, “What do you mean? Do what?” Tammy seems a bit confused, “You don’t know?” Maryse laughed softly, “He’s teasing you Tammy, he know exactly what you are talking about.” Joe grinned as it dawned on him, “Of course, got to keep the ladies on their toes you know” Tammy blushes under her tan and Joe just gives her a smile, reaching out to brush over her cheek. Just the though of having his cock sliding into that trim body of hers was having some effect on him and he could feel his cock twitching. He glances over at Maryse who gives him a nod, taking Tammy’s hand he pulls her onto his lap, instinctively she straddles him, he pulls her head down for a kiss. She kisses him hungrily, her tongue tasting and teasing his own as she pushes her body up against him. He runs his fingers through her hair, feeling her hands trailing over his short hair, over his neck to rest on his shoulders. A familiar weight comes to rest on his knees, pushing Tammy close against him, her groin grinding against his lower belly. Maryse’s hands slips between the two of them, cupping Tammy’s breasts, her fingers going to work on Tammy’s nipples as her hands gently squeeze Tammy’s breasts. Joe pulls Tammy’s hair away from the left side of her neck and Maryse starts to kiss and nibble on Tammy’s neck, leaving Tammy to moan into the kiss as she gets sandwiched between Joe and Maryse. Joe runs his hands over Maryse’s hips and up her sides, it feels really weird to have another woman kissing him as he slides his hands over Maryse’s body. But in a way it was exciting as well, exciting enough to make his cock poke Tammy’s ass through their clothing. He feels movement and suddenly their embrace and kiss gets interupted by Tammy’s top as it gets pulled off by Maryse. Tammy is not wearing a bra and Joe for a moment took in her round breasts before Maryse’s hands cups them. He leans in and starts to kiss the skin not covered by Maryse’s hands, which is enough as Maryse does not have the biggest hands. Tammy moans in pleasure and Joe can swear that he feels the heat emitting from Tammy’s groin grow warmer. Maryse moves one hand away and squeezes Tammy’s breast, allowing Joe to lock on to Tammy’s nipple, sucking firmly as he flicks his tongue over the warm, hard nub. It seems like the double teaming is getting their guest very excited, but judging from Maryse’s breathing, Tammy and Joe is not the only ones getting excited. Maryse guides Joe’s head from one nipple to the other, pulling and pinching the nipple he had just sucked on. Tammy moans and squirm as Joe’s cock digs into her, the only seperation their clothing, Joe knows that he is just wearing shorts, he wonders for a few seconds what she is wearing under her shorts. He feels Maryse slip from his lap and suddenly find himself seated alone with a raging hard-on. To his surprise Tammy and Maryse is kissing eachother hungrily as they start to strip each other, Tammy wears a thong under her shorts and Joe gets a few moments to look at the nice, firm globes of her ass, before Maryse strips Tammy completely naked. Tammy have not been idle and it was two naked women groping each other in front of Joe, he had to say that he loved the view a lot. Tammy’s fit and muscular form, pressed up against Maryse’s fuller, but also firm body, both moan in pleasure as their hands prod and poke at each other and Joe realize that he is a bit over dressed. Slipping out of his clothes as fast as he can, he find his hard cock the centre of Tammy’s attention in a matter of seconds. She is on her knees, licking his cock as her one hand pumps the bottom of his shaft, Maryse is behind her, from the arching and moaning of her back, Maryse is doing a great job and licking Tammy’s pussy. Joe leans back and watch as Tammy licks his shaft, she is doing a good job, but got nowhere near Maryse. Even as Tammy locks her lips over his head and seem to swallow his cock, he can not really find a way to compare her to Maryse. Of course the insistent sucking on his cock coupled with the moaning and her fingers fondling his balls did get the desired effect. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop and in moments she stradled him again, only this time she slides his cock into her soaking wet pussy, moaning loudly as he enters her. He grips her hips, leaning in to suck on her nipples, her pussy walls grip and relax around his shaft as she slide slowly down his shaft, her head tilted backwards and her nails digging slightly into his shoulders. He feels Maryse sitting down next to him and glancing over he sees that she is watching as Tammy’s pussy slowly engulfs his cock while she plays with her nipples. Reaching out with one hand he slides his hand up her inner thigh, his fingers brushing over her wet lips and flick over her hard clit, this brings a moan from her as well. Maryse slides close against him, leaning in to suck on Tammy’s other nipple, spreading her legs to give Joe better access to her pussy. Tammy places her hands on both their heads as they suck, nibble and lick her nipples, lowering and lifting herself on Joe’s cock, swirling her hips as she slowly ride him. Joe pushes Tammy firmly down with his hand on her hip as his other hand’s fingers slowly tease Maryse’s pussy, stroking her lips, twirling his fingertips just around her entrance, his thumb placing a constant pressure on her clit as he rubbed over it in circles. Soon Maryse grabs his hand, trying to force his teasing fingers into her, but he resist her and as she struggles to move his hand, she started to bite on Tammy’s nipple, elicting a loud moan and Joe felt Tammy’s pussy convulse around his cock, her juices forcing their way past his cock. Pushing both their heads against her breasts, Tammy slumped down on his cock as her orgasm washed over her, Joe suddenly pushed his middle and ring fingers into Maryse, making her gasp past Tammy’s breast. Joe slipped his hand from Tammy’s hip to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, this seemed to bring Tammy back from her blissful high as she started to rock her hips, faster this time, making Joe’s cock move into her in different directions. Joe slides his fingers in and out of Maryse’s soaking pussy, her juices flowing freely over his fingers as he makes sure that his fingers is sliding over her g-spot with his thumb still firmly rubbing her clit as he nibbled on Tammy’s nippls. He had to admit that this was curiously delicious, having a pussy gripping and riding his cock as he fingered another, having two woman moan and groan in pleasure. He could feel his own orgasm starting to build up and tries to remove his head from Tammy’s breast to warn her, but she just pushes him harder against her breast as she keep on riding his cock. She must have felt that Joe’s orgasm was building up as she started to ride his cock, thrusting as fast and hard as she could with two mouths latched on her nipples. Joe could feel the tell-tale tightning of Maryse’s pussy as her orgasm closed on her, he groaned as his orgasm builds, he tries to hold out a bit longer, but the sensations is just too much. With a grunt he comes, his cum exploding hard into Tammy, she sinks down on his convulsing cock, her pussy gleefully accepting his cum as it pumps into her. Maryse throws back her head, leaning against Joe’s shoulder, moaning deeply as her pussy suddenly convulses, sending her juices rushing over Joe’s fingers and hands. Joe keeps his fingers buried deep inside of Maryse as her orgasm washes over her, he wasn’t sure he is able to do much else himself as his own orgasm is still muddling his brain. The odd one out seems to be Tammy, but she did not seem to mind as she smiles down at Maryse and Joe, “Now that was fun.” Joe just mutely nods, he is sure that after an eruption like that, he would take some time to recover. Tammy slips from his lap and Maryse suddenly leans forward, sucking his cock into her very talented mouth. Joe closes his eyes in pleasure as her tongue cleans his sensitive cock, he slips his fingers out of her pussy, slowly running his wet fingertips over her pussy. Maryse sits up licking her lips, giving both of them a grin, “Tasty.” Joe finds that his cock is still rock hard, which is very weird in his own experience, both with Maryse and by himself. Maryse slips his hand from her clit and gets up, pulling Tammy into her arms and kissing her hungrily, sharing the taste of Tammy’s and Joe’s cum. Slowly the two of them start to sink to the ground, Maryse moving from Tammy’s lips to her neck, to her breasts, down her tummy, Tammy spreads her legs and Maryse gleefully latch onto Tammy’s pussy, lapping and sucking, making Tammy shudder and moan. Joe have had erotic thoughts before, but this was beyond anything he had ever imagined...must be because it is happening right in front of him. Maryse’s hands is on Tammy’s breasts, rubbing and squeezing as her thumb and forefinger works Tammy’s nipples. Joe could swear that Maryse is trying to get Tammy to cum, but then again, why not? Looking at Maryse’s lovely ass as she kneels down between Tammy’s legs, Joe can’t help but get down on his knees behind her and without warning slide his still-hard cock deep into Maryse, making her moan into Tammy’s pussy. Joe leans over Maryse and grabs hold of her breasts, pulling on her nipples as he starts to thrust hard and fast into her pussy. Maryse eats Tammy’s pussy with a vengeance, pinching her nipples hard, soon Tammy shudders through another orgasm, but Maryse doesn’t let up, lapping at the juices, sucking Tammy’s clit. Tammy clutched at Maryse’s head, pushing her against her pussy as she thrust her hips upwards, screaming in pleasure as another orgasm washes over her. Joe could feel Maryse’s pussy clutching his cock and soon she convulsed under him. He keeps pounding her pussy, her muscles cluthing hungrily at him as he pulls back, her juices coating his groin, dripping down his balls. With a grin he thinks that she is actually getting the better deal as he would last longer now after having cummed just shortly before. Maryse lifts her head from Tammy’s pussy, moaning in pleasure while what feels like a constant orgasm to Joe wash over her. Tammy starts to move, sliding herself under Maryse, her face under Maryse’s pussy to watch how Joe’s cock hammer into her. Maryse of course attaches herself back onto Tammy’s pussy, making Tammy moan out. Tammy grips Maryse’s hips and lift herself to lick over Maryse’s clit and Joe’s cock, Joe’s balls slapping against her face in his thrusting. Joe got to admit that having his shaft licked as he plunges in and out of Maryse’s clutching pussy is way past erotic. Maryse licks Tammy’s pussy and clit with a vengeance, her hands squeezing Tammy’s inner thighs as she pushes Tammy’s legs as wide as possible. Joe lets go of Maryse’s breasts, grabbing her hips to help with the thrusting, grunting with the effort of pounding Maryse’s pussy over and over again. The sound of her ass slapping against his groin mingling with the two girls’ moans and groans, then Tammy comes again, screaming again as she does. Maryse follows almost imediately, her scream of pleasure muffled against Tammy’s pussy and Joe crams his cock deep into Maryse’s pussy as he cums again, grunting in pleasure as he empties himself inside of Maryse’s clutching pussy. The three stays locked together for a while and then Joe pulls his cock of Maryse, making Maryse sit down as the support suddenly disappears. Tammy gleefully latches onto Maryse’s pussy, making Maryse moan out as Tammy licks and sucks the flowing juices out of Maryse’s pussy. Joe sits next to the two, running a hand over Maryse’s back and ass, grinning as Maryse gets licked to another orgasm, this time she screams her pleasure out to the world to hear and Joe just hope that nobody phones the police. He leans against the couch as Maryse removes herself from Tammy’s body and crawl to him, collapsing half against him, half against the couch. Tammy stays where she is, licking her lips with a smile on her face, Joe got to admit that this was one of the best experiences of his life so far. “So was that as good as a the fantasies I hear guys have so much?” Joe had to chuckle and hugged her closer with an arm, “Much better love, much better.” Maryse snuggles as close as she can and soon she falls asleep, Joe starts to drift off as well when he feels another body close to his, he opens his eyes and find Tammy snuggling up to his other side. She winks at him and pull his head to hers, kissing him deeply, their tongues entwining for a few seconds and then she snuggles close to him.
“OK Joe let’s try this one again” Joe sighs “Baby isn’t it obvious by now that I can’t dance?” She smiles sweetly at him “Well then, you have four days to learn” Maryse takes his hand and he rests his hand under her shoulder blade as she rest her other hand on his arm “Now remember: Slow, slow quick-quick” He nods and they start again, Joe must admit that under Maryse’s tutelage he has made quite some progress. First she had to dodge him stepping on her toes, but at least by now they can dance a few steps before he loses the rhythm and not once did she lose her temper with him. A glance down at their feet earns him a pinch on his arm and he looks back up at Maryse and grins at her “You know you lose your rhythm when you look down, feel the music” “Yes ma’am” She flashes him one of her bright smiles and they continue to dance, Joe must admit that this is much more fun than he originally thought. It’s a way to be close to Maryse and just hold her in his arms without anybody thinking anything about it. Suddenly his foot brushes against Maryse’s, he loses the step and they almost tumble to the ground. Maryse’s arms lock around his neck and he grabs her around the waist as he stumbles to a stop. Maryse groans and let go of her hold, hanging in his arms with her arms outstretched on each side and her head thrown back, she begins to laugh softly. “And what is so funny?” “You” “Me?” She looks up at him “I swear if I stripped down and got you inside of me, you would fuck me to the rhythm of the music, but just one little miss step and you lose all concentration” “I’m just scared of stepping on your toes” “Hey we are past that part OK? Just keep your mind on what you must do and let me worry about the rest” Grinning he pulls her closer and leans down to gently kiss her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Oe you naughty boy, now you got me all tingly” He softly nibbles on her ear and she wraps her arms around him, breathing softly through her parted lips “Why is it that you get me turned on so easily?” He looks at her “Hmmmm maybe it is because you love me so much” She chuckles “Let’s hope so, or maybe you cast a spell on me” He grins at her “Abracadabra” She giggles and kisses him, he straightens up and kiss her back as he do so, she breaks away from the kiss and starts to slip his t-shirt off, he helps her and they kiss again as she pushes him down on the couch and straddles his lap, taking his face in her hands and continue to kiss him. He slip his arms around her, pulling her closer, kissing her back, enjoying the taste of her mouth as their tongues slips into each other’s mouth. She pushes herself up against him, moaning into his mouth as she grinds her crotch against his growing cock. He slips his hands under her top and firmly strokes the tips of his fingers over her naked skin, focusing on her lower back. She kisses him even harder, digging her nails into his shoulders as she grinds her groin against his hard cock. Joe takes her thin tank top and pulls it off, enjoying the view of her firm breasts and their hard nipples. He leans in to kiss the soft flesh of her breast, making her moan loudly. She slips off his lap, grasping his shorts and pulling them down to his ankles, she undoes the string on her board shorts and it drops down her body with a slight wiggle of her hips. Joe can’t help but marvel at how sexy she looks all firm flesh and silky smooth skin curved like she was sculpted by a master. “No wonder I can’t get you to dance, you have me naked and horny most of the time” He grins up at her “Do I hear somebody complain?” “Hmmmm not at all baby,” She sinks to her knees, her lips locks around his cock, her fingers slowly fondling his balls. Her highly skilled tongue teasing and rubbing his cock, drawing it out to its full length, he place his hands in her hair, watching as her mouth stretches out to envelope his cock. She winks up at him and start to suck, moving her mouth slowly over his engorged cock. He keeps on watching as her lips, tongue and fingers tease and rub over his turgid cock, drawing a groan from him. He loved how she moved so slowly, teasing him, giving him pleasure as she worked herself up. With a long slurping sound she pull off of his cock, standing up she straddle his lap, here soft breasts in his face. He lick one of her hard nipples as she start to lower herself onto his throbbing cock, he rests his hands on her lower back to help her keep her balance. He nibble on her nipple, making her groan softly as her pussy lips slowly envelope his cock, her saliva on his cock and her juices allowing him to slide into her without any resistance. She use her muscles to squeeze his cock, making him groan as she go from tight to impossibly tight, to tight and each time allowing his cock to slide in deeper. He slide one hand over her body to cup her breast, gently squeezing as he suck and nibble on her nipple, she suddenly sat down , taking in his entire cock, drawing a soft moan from him and a wicked grin spread over her face, “So that is what balls-deep mean.” He chuckles and kiss her, she return the kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders as she start to grind her hips against him, the swirling of her hips moving his cock inside of her. Joe knew it wouldn’t be long before she starts to ride him in earnest; this was just her way of teasing them both. She breaks the kiss to let out a moan, she start to thrust her pelvis against him, riding the hard shaft poking into her with each thrust. Joe nibbles on her neck, feeling her nails starting to dig into his shoulders as her thrusts start to increase in pace and power, he loved how her muscled rippled and squeezed his shaft as she glided over him again and again. Her moans starts to fill the room along with the sound of her groin slapping soundly against him, he keeps on nibbling her neck, down over her collarbone, the nibbles turning to sharp little bites as his mouth moves over the soft flesh of her bouncing breasts. He suck a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and biting gently on the flesh as she literally impale herself on his cock, trying to drive it right through her, her nails digging into his skin. He takes hold of her other breast, squeezing the copious flesh and pinching the hard nipple, he can’t help but think how good it would be to have Maryse moaning into the other girl’s pussy, lapping up her juices while her own pussy clutched his hard cock, he got to admit that he like the idea…he like the idea a lot. As Maryse’s body starts to convulse against him, her pussy clamping around his hard shaft, he pull from her breast, grabbing her hair and pull her down for a hard, breathless kiss. Mere seconds later she screams, the sound muffled by his mouth as she sits down heavily on his lap, the convulsions of her muscles drawing his orgasm out and he groan as his cum erupts deep inside her, their bodies convulsing together, their tongues finding each other and entwining as their orgasms wash over them. Finally she pulls away from him and brush her hair out of her face, he looks up at her, his hands idly stroking over her ass and lower back. She crosses her arms on his chest and leans closer, her eyes inspecting him as their mixed fluids slowly seeped from her and dripped from his balls. “You sir are one very kinky man,” he chuckle, “Is that a complaint I hear?” She smile and kiss the tip of his nose, “Oh not at all, you might just wear a girl out or make her used to such royal treatment.” He smile and continue with the exploration of her silky skin, “So have you thought about bringing the girl into our little party just once?” He nods, “Yes I have,” her eyes betrays her curiosity, “I think it can work, only if you don’t get all possessive grumpy about it.” She chuckle and playfully bite his cheek, “Just for that you’re not getting any tonight mister.” He grins at her, “Then I’ll just tie you down and take what I want,” she grins back at him, “Promise?” He laughs and kisses her, “Maybe, depends if you can resist my charms or not.” She returns the kiss and then slip from his lap, his half rigid cock finding itself bathed with her tongue and then sucked into her warm mouth, cleaning up the traces of their coupling. She finally gets to her feet and lick her lips clean, “I’ll go find and talk to her, taking you along might just make her nervous.” He smile up at her and get to his feet, “What are you going to tell her then?” She gives him a wink and starts to get dressed, “Oh you will just have to see if it works or not, why don’t you get something to eat while I’m gone? I’m getting kind of hungry” He watched her slip back into her clothes and blows him a kiss before grabbing her cellphone and sunglasses, before slipping out of the door. He goes to the fridge, checks what there is and after some thought he decides to make steak with chips, oven baked chips of course. While defrosting the steaks he whips up a sauce to use on the steak, shaking his head at the fact that even though his mother makes food most of the time, he can also make something edible. Cutting open the frozen chips, he dumps them in a pan and spread them out, popping the pan into the oven he leaves the oven off for now, it won’t be good to have cold chips with warm steak. Finally the steak is defrosted and he turns on the stove, placing a frying pan on and pouring in some olive oil, moments later a steak is frying in the pan, the sauce adding to the great aroma. He hears the door open and looks around to find the cute brunette walking in through the front door, wearing sandals, white shorts and a white t-shirt, he gives her a friendly smile. “Hey there,” Wiping his hands he walks over and extends his hand, “I’m Joe,” She smiles nervously and shakes his hand, “Hi I’m Tamryn.” “Well Tamryn make yourself at home, I’m busy with our breakfast. Hey babe.” Maryse gives him a grin and leads Tamryn to the living room, Joe can hear Tamryn’s voice from inside, “You failed to mention that he’s gorgeous.” Maryse of course just chuckled and Joe turns his attention back to the food, when he is done, he sets out the plates, placing a steak in each plate and adding the chips. He walks to the living room and stops in the doorway, finding the two girls talking like old friends. “Well breakfast is served ladies,” Maryse gave him a smile, “Handsome and useful, you got to like that in a man.” Tamryn giggled and eyed Joe, what she was thinking Joe could only guess, but he was sure that it had nothing to do with his manners. He followed the two girls as they made their way to the living room, pointing out their seats. After saying grace they started to eat, Joe had placed out a can of cool drink for them and while they ate he got up every now and then to get a fresh one. After they have all finished he cleans up the dishes and dumps them in the washing basin, there would be time to worry about them later. During the meal he had found out that Tammy is a year older than Maryse, doing her first year in Graphic Designing. She had a boyfriend, but at the moment it was not going very well between the two of them and she took this vacation alone to give them both time apart to figure things out. Why she was having problems he did not know, from the time they spent together she was friendly, funny, intelligent and just had a way to get a smile out of you. Shaking his head, he returned to the living room, the only seat available was next to Tammy, which he took. They continued to chat and he found that he liked Tammy more and more, her big brown eyes just had a way of lighting up when she laughed and the way her hands move around animatedly when she tells a story he finds endearing. “So how are we going to do this?” He grins slyly, “What do you mean? Do what?” Tammy seems a bit confused, “You don’t know?” Maryse laughed softly, “He’s teasing you Tammy, he know exactly what you are talking about.” Joe grinned as it dawned on him, “Of course, got to keep the ladies on their toes you know” Tammy blushes under her tan and Joe just gives her a smile, reaching out to brush over her cheek. Just the though of having his cock sliding into that trim body of hers was having some effect on him and he could feel his cock twitching. He glances over at Maryse who gives him a nod, taking Tammy’s hand he pulls her onto his lap, instinctively she straddles him, he pulls her head down for a kiss. She kisses him hungrily, her tongue tasting and teasing his own as she pushes her body up against him. He runs his fingers through her hair, feeling her hands trailing over his short hair, over his neck to rest on his shoulders. A familiar weight comes to rest on his knees, pushing Tammy close against him, her groin grinding against his lower belly. Maryse’s hands slips between the two of them, cupping Tammy’s breasts, her fingers going to work on Tammy’s nipples as her hands gently squeeze Tammy’s breasts. Joe pulls Tammy’s hair away from the left side of her neck and Maryse starts to kiss and nibble on Tammy’s neck, leaving Tammy to moan into the kiss as she gets sandwiched between Joe and Maryse. Joe runs his hands over Maryse’s hips and up her sides, it feels really weird to have another woman kissing him as he slides his hands over Maryse’s body. But in a way it was exciting as well, exciting enough to make his cock poke Tammy’s ass through their clothing. He feels movement and suddenly their embrace and kiss gets interupted by Tammy’s top as it gets pulled off by Maryse. Tammy is not wearing a bra and Joe for a moment took in her round breasts before Maryse’s hands cups them. He leans in and starts to kiss the skin not covered by Maryse’s hands, which is enough as Maryse does not have the biggest hands. Tammy moans in pleasure and Joe can swear that he feels the heat emitting from Tammy’s groin grow warmer. Maryse moves one hand away and squeezes Tammy’s breast, allowing Joe to lock on to Tammy’s nipple, sucking firmly as he flicks his tongue over the warm, hard nub. It seems like the double teaming is getting their guest very excited, but judging from Maryse’s breathing, Tammy and Joe is not the only ones getting excited. Maryse guides Joe’s head from one nipple to the other, pulling and pinching the nipple he had just sucked on. Tammy moans and squirm as Joe’s cock digs into her, the only seperation their clothing, Joe knows that he is just wearing shorts, he wonders for a few seconds what she is wearing under her shorts. He feels Maryse slip from his lap and suddenly find himself seated alone with a raging hard-on. To his surprise Tammy and Maryse is kissing eachother hungrily as they start to strip each other, Tammy wears a thong under her shorts and Joe gets a few moments to look at the nice, firm globes of her ass, before Maryse strips Tammy completely naked. Tammy have not been idle and it was two naked women groping each other in front of Joe, he had to say that he loved the view a lot. Tammy’s fit and muscular form, pressed up against Maryse’s fuller, but also firm body, both moan in pleasure as their hands prod and poke at each other and Joe realize that he is a bit over dressed. Slipping out of his clothes as fast as he can, he find his hard cock the centre of Tammy’s attention in a matter of seconds. She is on her knees, licking his cock as her one hand pumps the bottom of his shaft, Maryse is behind her, from the arching and moaning of her back, Maryse is doing a great job and licking Tammy’s pussy. Joe leans back and watch as Tammy licks his shaft, she is doing a good job, but got nowhere near Maryse. Even as Tammy locks her lips over his head and seem to swallow his cock, he can not really find a way to compare her to Maryse. Of course the insistent sucking on his cock coupled with the moaning and her fingers fondling his balls did get the desired effect. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop and in moments she stradled him again, only this time she slides his cock into her soaking wet pussy, moaning loudly as he enters her. He grips her hips, leaning in to suck on her nipples, her pussy walls grip and relax around his shaft as she slide slowly down his shaft, her head tilted backwards and her nails digging slightly into his shoulders. He feels Maryse sitting down next to him and glancing over he sees that she is watching as Tammy’s pussy slowly engulfs his cock while she plays with her nipples. Reaching out with one hand he slides his hand up her inner thigh, his fingers brushing over her wet lips and flick over her hard clit, this brings a moan from her as well. Maryse slides close against him, leaning in to suck on Tammy’s other nipple, spreading her legs to give Joe better access to her pussy. Tammy places her hands on both their heads as they suck, nibble and lick her nipples, lowering and lifting herself on Joe’s cock, swirling her hips as she slowly ride him. Joe pushes Tammy firmly down with his hand on her hip as his other hand’s fingers slowly tease Maryse’s pussy, stroking her lips, twirling his fingertips just around her entrance, his thumb placing a constant pressure on her clit as he rubbed over it in circles. Soon Maryse grabs his hand, trying to force his teasing fingers into her, but he resist her and as she struggles to move his hand, she started to bite on Tammy’s nipple, elicting a loud moan and Joe felt Tammy’s pussy convulse around his cock, her juices forcing their way past his cock. Pushing both their heads against her breasts, Tammy slumped down on his cock as her orgasm washed over her, Joe suddenly pushed his middle and ring fingers into Maryse, making her gasp past Tammy’s breast. Joe slipped his hand from Tammy’s hip to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, this seemed to bring Tammy back from her blissful high as she started to rock her hips, faster this time, making Joe’s cock move into her in different directions. Joe slides his fingers in and out of Maryse’s soaking pussy, her juices flowing freely over his fingers as he makes sure that his fingers is sliding over her g-spot with his thumb still firmly rubbing her clit as he nibbled on Tammy’s nippls. He had to admit that this was curiously delicious, having a pussy gripping and riding his cock as he fingered another, having two woman moan and groan in pleasure. He could feel his own orgasm starting to build up and tries to remove his head from Tammy’s breast to warn her, but she just pushes him harder against her breast as she keep on riding his cock. She must have felt that Joe’s orgasm was building up as she started to ride his cock, thrusting as fast and hard as she could with two mouths latched on her nipples. Joe could feel the tell-tale tightning of Maryse’s pussy as her orgasm closed on her, he groaned as his orgasm builds, he tries to hold out a bit longer, but the sensations is just too much. With a grunt he comes, his cum exploding hard into Tammy, she sinks down on his convulsing cock, her pussy gleefully accepting his cum as it pumps into her. Maryse throws back her head, leaning against Joe’s shoulder, moaning deeply as her pussy suddenly convulses, sending her juices rushing over Joe’s fingers and hands. Joe keeps his fingers buried deep inside of Maryse as her orgasm washes over her, he wasn’t sure he is able to do much else himself as his own orgasm is still muddling his brain. The odd one out seems to be Tammy, but she did not seem to mind as she smiles down at Maryse and Joe, “Now that was fun.” Joe just mutely nods, he is sure that after an eruption like that, he would take some time to recover. Tammy slips from his lap and Maryse suddenly leans forward, sucking his cock into her very talented mouth. Joe closes his eyes in pleasure as her tongue cleans his sensitive cock, he slips his fingers out of her pussy, slowly running his wet fingertips over her pussy. Maryse sits up licking her lips, giving both of them a grin, “Tasty.” Joe finds that his cock is still rock hard, which is very weird in his own experience, both with Maryse and by himself. Maryse slips his hand from her clit and gets up, pulling Tammy into her arms and kissing her hungrily, sharing the taste of Tammy’s and Joe’s cum. Slowly the two of them start to sink to the ground, Maryse moving from Tammy’s lips to her neck, to her breasts, down her tummy, Tammy spreads her legs and Maryse gleefully latch onto Tammy’s pussy, lapping and sucking, making Tammy shudder and moan. Joe have had erotic thoughts before, but this was beyond anything he had ever imagined...must be because it is happening right in front of him. Maryse’s hands is on Tammy’s breasts, rubbing and squeezing as her thumb and forefinger works Tammy’s nipples. Joe could swear that Maryse is trying to get Tammy to cum, but then again, why not? Looking at Maryse’s lovely ass as she kneels down between Tammy’s legs, Joe can’t help but get down on his knees behind her and without warning slide his still-hard cock deep into Maryse, making her moan into Tammy’s pussy. Joe leans over Maryse and grabs hold of her breasts, pulling on her nipples as he starts to thrust hard and fast into her pussy. Maryse eats Tammy’s pussy with a vengeance, pinching her nipples hard, soon Tammy shudders through another orgasm, but Maryse doesn’t let up, lapping at the juices, sucking Tammy’s clit. Tammy clutched at Maryse’s head, pushing her against her pussy as she thrust her hips upwards, screaming in pleasure as another orgasm washes over her. Joe could feel Maryse’s pussy clutching his cock and soon she convulsed under him. He keeps pounding her pussy, her muscles cluthing hungrily at him as he pulls back, her juices coating his groin, dripping down his balls. With a grin he thinks that she is actually getting the better deal as he would last longer now after having cummed just shortly before. Maryse lifts her head from Tammy’s pussy, moaning in pleasure while what feels like a constant orgasm to Joe wash over her. Tammy starts to move, sliding herself under Maryse, her face under Maryse’s pussy to watch how Joe’s cock hammer into her. Maryse of course attaches herself back onto Tammy’s pussy, making Tammy moan out. Tammy grips Maryse’s hips and lift herself to lick over Maryse’s clit and Joe’s cock, Joe’s balls slapping against her face in his thrusting. Joe got to admit that having his shaft licked as he plunges in and out of Maryse’s clutching pussy is way past erotic. Maryse licks Tammy’s pussy and clit with a vengeance, her hands squeezing Tammy’s inner thighs as she pushes Tammy’s legs as wide as possible. Joe lets go of Maryse’s breasts, grabbing her hips to help with the thrusting, grunting with the effort of pounding Maryse’s pussy over and over again. The sound of her ass slapping against his groin mingling with the two girls’ moans and groans, then Tammy comes again, screaming again as she does. Maryse follows almost imediately, her scream of pleasure muffled against Tammy’s pussy and Joe crams his cock deep into Maryse’s pussy as he cums again, grunting in pleasure as he empties himself inside of Maryse’s clutching pussy. The three stays locked together for a while and then Joe pulls his cock of Maryse, making Maryse sit down as the support suddenly disappears. Tammy gleefully latches onto Maryse’s pussy, making Maryse moan out as Tammy licks and sucks the flowing juices out of Maryse’s pussy. Joe sits next to the two, running a hand over Maryse’s back and ass, grinning as Maryse gets licked to another orgasm, this time she screams her pleasure out to the world to hear and Joe just hope that nobody phones the police. He leans against the couch as Maryse removes herself from Tammy’s body and crawl to him, collapsing half against him, half against the couch. Tammy stays where she is, licking her lips with a smile on her face, Joe got to admit that this was one of the best experiences of his life so far. “So was that as good as a the fantasies I hear guys have so much?” Joe had to chuckle and hugged her closer with an arm, “Much better love, much better.” Maryse snuggles as close as she can and soon she falls asleep, Joe starts to drift off as well when he feels another body close to his, he opens his eyes and find Tammy snuggling up to his other side. She winks at him and pull his head to hers, kissing him deeply, their tongues entwining for a few seconds and then she snuggles close to him.
I grew up in at the edge of a fairly small town. From my house, 2 blocks to the north was marshland, 2 blocks west was fields, mostly corn. In my neighborhood there was a group of 10 of us who would play together. We played various games depending on who’s turn it was to choose. Everything from different sports, to war games, to fashion shows, but everyone's favorite was night games. We played almost every night while we were on summer break. The kids ranged in age from 8 to 14, I was 10 at the time. I was always one of the faster more athletic kids, but couldn’t quite keep up with the older kids in the group. We played different night games, but the most common were kick the can, and hide and seek. I remember one summer night very vividly. We had played a few games already. It was Maria’s turn to choose the game, she chose hide and seek. When we started playing, Maria told me to follow her, she had a good place to hide. I followed her to her house, she opened her bedroom window and said “Come here, I’ll give you a boost.” “We can’t go in, it’s out of bounds.” I said. “We aren’t going to stay long, I just need a drink.” “Ok but we have to hurry.” She gave me a boost, then followed me in. She told me to sit on the bed while she went and got each of us a can of grape soda. Maria was the oldest of our neighborhood group at 14. She was only a couple of inches taller than me, and was very pretty. She had dark hair and dark eyes, and I think she was of Russian descent. Sometimes she would tan in her yard with her big sister. Whenever I saw her out in that little bikini, I would always spy on her. She had small breasts and a nice little bubble butt. I guess you could say I had a crush on her, but it was more like an infatuation. While we were drinking our grape soda, she pulled out a toy chainsaw that when you pulled the string then pulled the trigger, it would vibrate. I finished my can of soda, threw the can away, then sat back on the bed waiting for Maria. She put the chainsaw on my neck, and pulled the trigger. “I just cut off your head.” She giggled. Then took the chainsaw and put it on my leg. I remember it tickling but it felt good. I laughed a little as she pulled the string back again. This time she put it farther up my leg, far enough that it vibrated my balls. It tickled a little but felt really good. I instantly got hard. I remember her kind of staring at the tent in my pants, and I was getting embarrassed. She pulled the string again, put the chainsaw right on my hard dick and pulled the trigger. “Timber!” she laughed. I was embarrassed but really turned on, so I just sat there and didn’t say anything. She pulled the string and again put it right on my boner. I was in heaven. I knew as much about sex as you could learn from hardcore porn. I had found my parents stash and had been watching and masturbating since I was 8. In my head I thought this was just like the start of one of the porn scenes. “Can I see it?” she asked. “I guess so.” I said and started undoing my pants. I pulled it out of the pee hole in my underwear, and she just stared for a couple seconds. Then suddenly she reached over and pulled my pants and underwear down. “Can I touch it?” “Sure.” “Lay on the bed.” She said, and I followed her instructions. She took off my shoes and finished taking off my pants and underwear so I just had a shirt and socks on. Maria got really close to it like she was examining it, then reached over and grabbed the end of my dick with her thumb and first finger and lifted it to get a better look. She let it go and it slapped against my stomach. She laughed and did it a few more times. It felt so good. Then she rubbed her whole hand and palm down the length and started playing with my balls. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I would have done anything for her at that moment, as long as she just kept playing with me. When she was done with my balls, she grabbed my hard cock in her hand and started giving me a handjob. I could have died in that moment and been happy. The moment didn’t last long before my dick started to twitch. “Did you just cum?” she asked. “I guess so.” I answered. “That was fun, we should do that again. Now we have to go, I bet they found everyone by now.” I quickly put my clothes back on, we jumped out the window, and were found quickly in the bushes behind her house. We didn’t get another chance to play hide and seek until a few nights later. Maria told me to follow her again and I knew what was going to happen. I was hard before we even got to her house. She boosted me in the window, followed me in, and without saying anything pulled my pants off. When she saw I was already hard, she pushed me on the bed, and without warning wrapped her lips around me and started sucking me fast and hard. I came in seconds. I don’t know whether she didn’t know because nothing came out, or whether she didn’t care, but she just kept sucking. It was almost too much, but I wasn’t about to stop her. Shortly after I came again, but she just kept going. Moments later she started moaning and twitching herself. I couldn’t see her because she was off the edge of the bed, but she had her hand down her pants, and came right in front of me. As she was cumming, she finally let me out of her mouth. I just stared at her as she was cumming. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. When she was finally done, she just looked at me. We were both breathing hard. “That was awesome.” I told her. “Yeah.” was all she could manage. After a couple minutes she said “We have to go.” “Can I see your boobs first?” I asked. “No. I’ll let you see my bra and you can touch them, but you have to hurry.” She lifted up her shirt and I could see her black bra with white lace around the edges. I reached out and touched a real boob for the first time. It filled my 10 year old hand but was probably really only a b cup. It only lasted a few seconds before she said we really had to go. I was happy, but was hard the rest of the night playing games. The next time we had a chance came a few nights later. It was a lot like the last time. She pulled off my shorts and started going at it. This time though I was determined to watch her masturbate. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her devour my dick. I could see her hand going inside her shorts and she started rubbing very fast. It matched the pace that she was sucking my dick at. I reached down, grabbed her boob, and gave it a little squeeze. She moaned and I came immediately. She took her mouth off my cock. I was a little disappointed until I noticed she was taking her shirt off, quickly followed by her shorts, then her bra. She had amazing tits, firm and small with dark little nipples that stuck out, She knelt in front of me again wearing only her white panties, and started going down on me again. I couldn’t believe my luck. I watched her rubbing her pussy as she was sucking me off, and I came again. She didn’t stop this time, just kept going. I reached down and grabbed her boob again. I squeezed it, she moaned, then I started rubbing her nipple in my fingers. This made her moan again and she sped up the pace on her pussy. I could smell her now. The smell turned me on so much I came again. As I was cumming I didn’t let go of her nipple, I think I might have pinched on it pretty hard and as I was cumming she started to cum. It was very sexy watching her twitch and convulse. When she finally stopped she looked up at me and we both smiled. “That was amazing.” She said. “You are so fucking hot.” I said. Almost immediately she moved her face to mine and kissed me. She climbed on top of me, with nothing but panties, and me with nothing but a shirt, as her tongue was dancing in my mouth. As we kissed I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy on my dick. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again. This was my first kiss and still one of the most erotic of my life. Before long we decided we had stayed too long and went out to find everyone else. We couldn’t find anyone and decided we stayed too long and everyone quit, so we went home. That was the last time we played night games that summer. I was looking forward to the next time with Maria, hoping it would lead to sex. About a month later Maria’s parents sent her to live with her grandparents because they caught her in her room with one of the other neighborhood kids. I never saw Maria again, but still think about her. A couple months later I overheard my parents talking and said she was pregnant, that was why she was sent away.
“OK Joe let’s try this one again” Joe sighs “Baby isn’t it obvious by now that I can’t dance?” She smiles sweetly at him “Well then, you have four days to learn” Maryse takes his hand and he rests his hand under her shoulder blade as she rest her other hand on his arm “Now remember: Slow, slow quick-quick” He nods and they start again, Joe must admit that under Maryse’s tutelage he has made quite some progress. First she had to dodge him stepping on her toes, but at least by now they can dance a few steps before he loses the rhythm and not once did she lose her temper with him. A glance down at their feet earns him a pinch on his arm and he looks back up at Maryse and grins at her “You know you lose your rhythm when you look down, feel the music” “Yes ma’am” She flashes him one of her bright smiles and they continue to dance, Joe must admit that this is much more fun than he originally thought. It’s a way to be close to Maryse and just hold her in his arms without anybody thinking anything about it. Suddenly his foot brushes against Maryse’s, he loses the step and they almost tumble to the ground. Maryse’s arms lock around his neck and he grabs her around the waist as he stumbles to a stop. Maryse groans and let go of her hold, hanging in his arms with her arms outstretched on each side and her head thrown back, she begins to laugh softly. “And what is so funny?” “You” “Me?” She looks up at him “I swear if I stripped down and got you inside of me, you would fuck me to the rhythm of the music, but just one little miss step and you lose all concentration” “I’m just scared of stepping on your toes” “Hey we are past that part OK? Just keep your mind on what you must do and let me worry about the rest” Grinning he pulls her closer and leans down to gently kiss her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Oe you naughty boy, now you got me all tingly” He softly nibbles on her ear and she wraps her arms around him, breathing softly through her parted lips “Why is it that you get me turned on so easily?” He looks at her “Hmmmm maybe it is because you love me so much” She chuckles “Let’s hope so, or maybe you cast a spell on me” He grins at her “Abracadabra” She giggles and kisses him, he straightens up and kiss her back as he do so, she breaks away from the kiss and starts to slip his t-shirt off, he helps her and they kiss again as she pushes him down on the couch and straddles his lap, taking his face in her hands and continue to kiss him. He slip his arms around her, pulling her closer, kissing her back, enjoying the taste of her mouth as their tongues slips into each other’s mouth. She pushes herself up against him, moaning into his mouth as she grinds her crotch against his growing cock. He slips his hands under her top and firmly strokes the tips of his fingers over her naked skin, focusing on her lower back. She kisses him even harder, digging her nails into his shoulders as she grinds her groin against his hard cock. Joe takes her thin tank top and pulls it off, enjoying the view of her firm breasts and their hard nipples. He leans in to kiss the soft flesh of her breast, making her moan loudly. She slips off his lap, grasping his shorts and pulling them down to his ankles, she undoes the string on her board shorts and it drops down her body with a slight wiggle of her hips. Joe can’t help but marvel at how sexy she looks all firm flesh and silky smooth skin curved like she was sculpted by a master. “No wonder I can’t get you to dance, you have me naked and horny most of the time” He grins up at her “Do I hear somebody complain?” “Hmmmm not at all baby,” She sinks to her knees, her lips locks around his cock, her fingers slowly fondling his balls. Her highly skilled tongue teasing and rubbing his cock, drawing it out to its full length, he place his hands in her hair, watching as her mouth stretches out to envelope his cock. She winks up at him and start to suck, moving her mouth slowly over his engorged cock. He keeps on watching as her lips, tongue and fingers tease and rub over his turgid cock, drawing a groan from him. He loved how she moved so slowly, teasing him, giving him pleasure as she worked herself up. With a long slurping sound she pull off of his cock, standing up she straddle his lap, here soft breasts in his face. He lick one of her hard nipples as she start to lower herself onto his throbbing cock, he rests his hands on her lower back to help her keep her balance. He nibble on her nipple, making her groan softly as her pussy lips slowly envelope his cock, her saliva on his cock and her juices allowing him to slide into her without any resistance. She use her muscles to squeeze his cock, making him groan as she go from tight to impossibly tight, to tight and each time allowing his cock to slide in deeper. He slide one hand over her body to cup her breast, gently squeezing as he suck and nibble on her nipple, she suddenly sat down , taking in his entire cock, drawing a soft moan from him and a wicked grin spread over her face, “So that is what balls-deep mean.” He chuckles and kiss her, she return the kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders as she start to grind her hips against him, the swirling of her hips moving his cock inside of her. Joe knew it wouldn’t be long before she starts to ride him in earnest; this was just her way of teasing them both. She breaks the kiss to let out a moan, she start to thrust her pelvis against him, riding the hard shaft poking into her with each thrust. Joe nibbles on her neck, feeling her nails starting to dig into his shoulders as her thrusts start to increase in pace and power, he loved how her muscled rippled and squeezed his shaft as she glided over him again and again. Her moans starts to fill the room along with the sound of her groin slapping soundly against him, he keeps on nibbling her neck, down over her collarbone, the nibbles turning to sharp little bites as his mouth moves over the soft flesh of her bouncing breasts. He suck a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and biting gently on the flesh as she literally impale herself on his cock, trying to drive it right through her, her nails digging into his skin. He takes hold of her other breast, squeezing the copious flesh and pinching the hard nipple, he can’t help but think how good it would be to have Maryse moaning into the other girl’s pussy, lapping up her juices while her own pussy clutched his hard cock, he got to admit that he like the idea…he like the idea a lot. As Maryse’s body starts to convulse against him, her pussy clamping around his hard shaft, he pull from her breast, grabbing her hair and pull her down for a hard, breathless kiss. Mere seconds later she screams, the sound muffled by his mouth as she sits down heavily on his lap, the convulsions of her muscles drawing his orgasm out and he groan as his cum erupts deep inside her, their bodies convulsing together, their tongues finding each other and entwining as their orgasms wash over them. Finally she pulls away from him and brush her hair out of her face, he looks up at her, his hands idly stroking over her ass and lower back. She crosses her arms on his chest and leans closer, her eyes inspecting him as their mixed fluids slowly seeped from her and dripped from his balls. “You sir are one very kinky man,” he chuckle, “Is that a complaint I hear?” She smile and kiss the tip of his nose, “Oh not at all, you might just wear a girl out or make her used to such royal treatment.” He smile and continue with the exploration of her silky skin, “So have you thought about bringing the girl into our little party just once?” He nods, “Yes I have,” her eyes betrays her curiosity, “I think it can work, only if you don’t get all possessive grumpy about it.” She chuckle and playfully bite his cheek, “Just for that you’re not getting any tonight mister.” He grins at her, “Then I’ll just tie you down and take what I want,” she grins back at him, “Promise?” He laughs and kisses her, “Maybe, depends if you can resist my charms or not.” She returns the kiss and then slip from his lap, his half rigid cock finding itself bathed with her tongue and then sucked into her warm mouth, cleaning up the traces of their coupling. She finally gets to her feet and lick her lips clean, “I’ll go find and talk to her, taking you along might just make her nervous.” He smile up at her and get to his feet, “What are you going to tell her then?” She gives him a wink and starts to get dressed, “Oh you will just have to see if it works or not, why don’t you get something to eat while I’m gone? I’m getting kind of hungry” He watched her slip back into her clothes and blows him a kiss before grabbing her cellphone and sunglasses, before slipping out of the door. He goes to the fridge, checks what there is and after some thought he decides to make steak with chips, oven baked chips of course. While defrosting the steaks he whips up a sauce to use on the steak, shaking his head at the fact that even though his mother makes food most of the time, he can also make something edible. Cutting open the frozen chips, he dumps them in a pan and spread them out, popping the pan into the oven he leaves the oven off for now, it won’t be good to have cold chips with warm steak. Finally the steak is defrosted and he turns on the stove, placing a frying pan on and pouring in some olive oil, moments later a steak is frying in the pan, the sauce adding to the great aroma. He hears the door open and looks around to find the cute brunette walking in through the front door, wearing sandals, white shorts and a white t-shirt, he gives her a friendly smile. “Hey there,” Wiping his hands he walks over and extends his hand, “I’m Joe,” She smiles nervously and shakes his hand, “Hi I’m Tamryn.” “Well Tamryn make yourself at home, I’m busy with our breakfast. Hey babe.” Maryse gives him a grin and leads Tamryn to the living room, Joe can hear Tamryn’s voice from inside, “You failed to mention that he’s gorgeous.” Maryse of course just chuckled and Joe turns his attention back to the food, when he is done, he sets out the plates, placing a steak in each plate and adding the chips. He walks to the living room and stops in the doorway, finding the two girls talking like old friends. “Well breakfast is served ladies,” Maryse gave him a smile, “Handsome and useful, you got to like that in a man.” Tamryn giggled and eyed Joe, what she was thinking Joe could only guess, but he was sure that it had nothing to do with his manners. He followed the two girls as they made their way to the living room, pointing out their seats. After saying grace they started to eat, Joe had placed out a can of cool drink for them and while they ate he got up every now and then to get a fresh one. After they have all finished he cleans up the dishes and dumps them in the washing basin, there would be time to worry about them later. During the meal he had found out that Tammy is a year older than Maryse, doing her first year in Graphic Designing. She had a boyfriend, but at the moment it was not going very well between the two of them and she took this vacation alone to give them both time apart to figure things out. Why she was having problems he did not know, from the time they spent together she was friendly, funny, intelligent and just had a way to get a smile out of you. Shaking his head, he returned to the living room, the only seat available was next to Tammy, which he took. They continued to chat and he found that he liked Tammy more and more, her big brown eyes just had a way of lighting up when she laughed and the way her hands move around animatedly when she tells a story he finds endearing. “So how are we going to do this?” He grins slyly, “What do you mean? Do what?” Tammy seems a bit confused, “You don’t know?” Maryse laughed softly, “He’s teasing you Tammy, he know exactly what you are talking about.” Joe grinned as it dawned on him, “Of course, got to keep the ladies on their toes you know” Tammy blushes under her tan and Joe just gives her a smile, reaching out to brush over her cheek. Just the though of having his cock sliding into that trim body of hers was having some effect on him and he could feel his cock twitching. He glances over at Maryse who gives him a nod, taking Tammy’s hand he pulls her onto his lap, instinctively she straddles him, he pulls her head down for a kiss. She kisses him hungrily, her tongue tasting and teasing his own as she pushes her body up against him. He runs his fingers through her hair, feeling her hands trailing over his short hair, over his neck to rest on his shoulders. A familiar weight comes to rest on his knees, pushing Tammy close against him, her groin grinding against his lower belly. Maryse’s hands slips between the two of them, cupping Tammy’s breasts, her fingers going to work on Tammy’s nipples as her hands gently squeeze Tammy’s breasts. Joe pulls Tammy’s hair away from the left side of her neck and Maryse starts to kiss and nibble on Tammy’s neck, leaving Tammy to moan into the kiss as she gets sandwiched between Joe and Maryse. Joe runs his hands over Maryse’s hips and up her sides, it feels really weird to have another woman kissing him as he slides his hands over Maryse’s body. But in a way it was exciting as well, exciting enough to make his cock poke Tammy’s ass through their clothing. He feels movement and suddenly their embrace and kiss gets interupted by Tammy’s top as it gets pulled off by Maryse. Tammy is not wearing a bra and Joe for a moment took in her round breasts before Maryse’s hands cups them. He leans in and starts to kiss the skin not covered by Maryse’s hands, which is enough as Maryse does not have the biggest hands. Tammy moans in pleasure and Joe can swear that he feels the heat emitting from Tammy’s groin grow warmer. Maryse moves one hand away and squeezes Tammy’s breast, allowing Joe to lock on to Tammy’s nipple, sucking firmly as he flicks his tongue over the warm, hard nub. It seems like the double teaming is getting their guest very excited, but judging from Maryse’s breathing, Tammy and Joe is not the only ones getting excited. Maryse guides Joe’s head from one nipple to the other, pulling and pinching the nipple he had just sucked on. Tammy moans and squirm as Joe’s cock digs into her, the only seperation their clothing, Joe knows that he is just wearing shorts, he wonders for a few seconds what she is wearing under her shorts. He feels Maryse slip from his lap and suddenly find himself seated alone with a raging hard-on. To his surprise Tammy and Maryse is kissing eachother hungrily as they start to strip each other, Tammy wears a thong under her shorts and Joe gets a few moments to look at the nice, firm globes of her ass, before Maryse strips Tammy completely naked. Tammy have not been idle and it was two naked women groping each other in front of Joe, he had to say that he loved the view a lot. Tammy’s fit and muscular form, pressed up against Maryse’s fuller, but also firm body, both moan in pleasure as their hands prod and poke at each other and Joe realize that he is a bit over dressed. Slipping out of his clothes as fast as he can, he find his hard cock the centre of Tammy’s attention in a matter of seconds. She is on her knees, licking his cock as her one hand pumps the bottom of his shaft, Maryse is behind her, from the arching and moaning of her back, Maryse is doing a great job and licking Tammy’s pussy. Joe leans back and watch as Tammy licks his shaft, she is doing a good job, but got nowhere near Maryse. Even as Tammy locks her lips over his head and seem to swallow his cock, he can not really find a way to compare her to Maryse. Of course the insistent sucking on his cock coupled with the moaning and her fingers fondling his balls did get the desired effect. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop and in moments she stradled him again, only this time she slides his cock into her soaking wet pussy, moaning loudly as he enters her. He grips her hips, leaning in to suck on her nipples, her pussy walls grip and relax around his shaft as she slide slowly down his shaft, her head tilted backwards and her nails digging slightly into his shoulders. He feels Maryse sitting down next to him and glancing over he sees that she is watching as Tammy’s pussy slowly engulfs his cock while she plays with her nipples. Reaching out with one hand he slides his hand up her inner thigh, his fingers brushing over her wet lips and flick over her hard clit, this brings a moan from her as well. Maryse slides close against him, leaning in to suck on Tammy’s other nipple, spreading her legs to give Joe better access to her pussy. Tammy places her hands on both their heads as they suck, nibble and lick her nipples, lowering and lifting herself on Joe’s cock, swirling her hips as she slowly ride him. Joe pushes Tammy firmly down with his hand on her hip as his other hand’s fingers slowly tease Maryse’s pussy, stroking her lips, twirling his fingertips just around her entrance, his thumb placing a constant pressure on her clit as he rubbed over it in circles. Soon Maryse grabs his hand, trying to force his teasing fingers into her, but he resist her and as she struggles to move his hand, she started to bite on Tammy’s nipple, elicting a loud moan and Joe felt Tammy’s pussy convulse around his cock, her juices forcing their way past his cock. Pushing both their heads against her breasts, Tammy slumped down on his cock as her orgasm washed over her, Joe suddenly pushed his middle and ring fingers into Maryse, making her gasp past Tammy’s breast. Joe slipped his hand from Tammy’s hip to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, this seemed to bring Tammy back from her blissful high as she started to rock her hips, faster this time, making Joe’s cock move into her in different directions. Joe slides his fingers in and out of Maryse’s soaking pussy, her juices flowing freely over his fingers as he makes sure that his fingers is sliding over her g-spot with his thumb still firmly rubbing her clit as he nibbled on Tammy’s nippls. He had to admit that this was curiously delicious, having a pussy gripping and riding his cock as he fingered another, having two woman moan and groan in pleasure. He could feel his own orgasm starting to build up and tries to remove his head from Tammy’s breast to warn her, but she just pushes him harder against her breast as she keep on riding his cock. She must have felt that Joe’s orgasm was building up as she started to ride his cock, thrusting as fast and hard as she could with two mouths latched on her nipples. Joe could feel the tell-tale tightning of Maryse’s pussy as her orgasm closed on her, he groaned as his orgasm builds, he tries to hold out a bit longer, but the sensations is just too much. With a grunt he comes, his cum exploding hard into Tammy, she sinks down on his convulsing cock, her pussy gleefully accepting his cum as it pumps into her. Maryse throws back her head, leaning against Joe’s shoulder, moaning deeply as her pussy suddenly convulses, sending her juices rushing over Joe’s fingers and hands. Joe keeps his fingers buried deep inside of Maryse as her orgasm washes over her, he wasn’t sure he is able to do much else himself as his own orgasm is still muddling his brain. The odd one out seems to be Tammy, but she did not seem to mind as she smiles down at Maryse and Joe, “Now that was fun.” Joe just mutely nods, he is sure that after an eruption like that, he would take some time to recover. Tammy slips from his lap and Maryse suddenly leans forward, sucking his cock into her very talented mouth. Joe closes his eyes in pleasure as her tongue cleans his sensitive cock, he slips his fingers out of her pussy, slowly running his wet fingertips over her pussy. Maryse sits up licking her lips, giving both of them a grin, “Tasty.” Joe finds that his cock is still rock hard, which is very weird in his own experience, both with Maryse and by himself. Maryse slips his hand from her clit and gets up, pulling Tammy into her arms and kissing her hungrily, sharing the taste of Tammy’s and Joe’s cum. Slowly the two of them start to sink to the ground, Maryse moving from Tammy’s lips to her neck, to her breasts, down her tummy, Tammy spreads her legs and Maryse gleefully latch onto Tammy’s pussy, lapping and sucking, making Tammy shudder and moan. Joe have had erotic thoughts before, but this was beyond anything he had ever imagined...must be because it is happening right in front of him. Maryse’s hands is on Tammy’s breasts, rubbing and squeezing as her thumb and forefinger works Tammy’s nipples. Joe could swear that Maryse is trying to get Tammy to cum, but then again, why not? Looking at Maryse’s lovely ass as she kneels down between Tammy’s legs, Joe can’t help but get down on his knees behind her and without warning slide his still-hard cock deep into Maryse, making her moan into Tammy’s pussy. Joe leans over Maryse and grabs hold of her breasts, pulling on her nipples as he starts to thrust hard and fast into her pussy. Maryse eats Tammy’s pussy with a vengeance, pinching her nipples hard, soon Tammy shudders through another orgasm, but Maryse doesn’t let up, lapping at the juices, sucking Tammy’s clit. Tammy clutched at Maryse’s head, pushing her against her pussy as she thrust her hips upwards, screaming in pleasure as another orgasm washes over her. Joe could feel Maryse’s pussy clutching his cock and soon she convulsed under him. He keeps pounding her pussy, her muscles cluthing hungrily at him as he pulls back, her juices coating his groin, dripping down his balls. With a grin he thinks that she is actually getting the better deal as he would last longer now after having cummed just shortly before. Maryse lifts her head from Tammy’s pussy, moaning in pleasure while what feels like a constant orgasm to Joe wash over her. Tammy starts to move, sliding herself under Maryse, her face under Maryse’s pussy to watch how Joe’s cock hammer into her. Maryse of course attaches herself back onto Tammy’s pussy, making Tammy moan out. Tammy grips Maryse’s hips and lift herself to lick over Maryse’s clit and Joe’s cock, Joe’s balls slapping against her face in his thrusting. Joe got to admit that having his shaft licked as he plunges in and out of Maryse’s clutching pussy is way past erotic. Maryse licks Tammy’s pussy and clit with a vengeance, her hands squeezing Tammy’s inner thighs as she pushes Tammy’s legs as wide as possible. Joe lets go of Maryse’s breasts, grabbing her hips to help with the thrusting, grunting with the effort of pounding Maryse’s pussy over and over again. The sound of her ass slapping against his groin mingling with the two girls’ moans and groans, then Tammy comes again, screaming again as she does. Maryse follows almost imediately, her scream of pleasure muffled against Tammy’s pussy and Joe crams his cock deep into Maryse’s pussy as he cums again, grunting in pleasure as he empties himself inside of Maryse’s clutching pussy. The three stays locked together for a while and then Joe pulls his cock of Maryse, making Maryse sit down as the support suddenly disappears. Tammy gleefully latches onto Maryse’s pussy, making Maryse moan out as Tammy licks and sucks the flowing juices out of Maryse’s pussy. Joe sits next to the two, running a hand over Maryse’s back and ass, grinning as Maryse gets licked to another orgasm, this time she screams her pleasure out to the world to hear and Joe just hope that nobody phones the police. He leans against the couch as Maryse removes herself from Tammy’s body and crawl to him, collapsing half against him, half against the couch. Tammy stays where she is, licking her lips with a smile on her face, Joe got to admit that this was one of the best experiences of his life so far. “So was that as good as a the fantasies I hear guys have so much?” Joe had to chuckle and hugged her closer with an arm, “Much better love, much better.” Maryse snuggles as close as she can and soon she falls asleep, Joe starts to drift off as well when he feels another body close to his, he opens his eyes and find Tammy snuggling up to his other side. She winks at him and pull his head to hers, kissing him deeply, their tongues entwining for a few seconds and then she snuggles close to him.
Daniel is 14 years old, he is 5 ft 1 in tall and very skinny. He also has an 8.5 inch cock and I taught him how to use it. My name is Michelle and this is how it all started Daniel had been coming over to my house for the last month, I had arranged it with his parents because he needed something to do during the summer. Every Wednesday he came over to clean my gardens and help out around the house with stuff I didn't have time for or couldn't do for myself. I hadn't noticed anything different for the first two weeks but then i noticed that my underwear drawer was disturbed, I have a tendency to just throw stuff into the drawer but i found my vibrator at the front of the drawer when i always keep it at the back, my nephew was perving out on me!. that was when it all made sense, every time he came over he would disappear into the "bathroom" 3 or 4 times, was he spanking himself off thinking about me?. the more I thought of it the more worked up I got about it but it wasn't anger, I was actually flattered by it and more than a little turned on. on the third week I set up everything to make sure he was doing what i thought he was, I put my dildo to the back of my drawer and put my sexiest undies on the top (open crotch), I also left the curtains pulled with enough of a gap that I could see everything that happened in the room. the final touch was to put a porn mag that I had poking out from underneath my pillow, I hoped he liked lesbian porn, its all I have. :) when he arrived I made sure i was sunbathing on a blanket in the back garden with my headphones in my ears (no music playing, I wanted to hear the gate open) but instead of wearing a bikini of which I have quite a few, I wore a matching, skimpy, almost see thru bra and thong and a pair of sunglasses. I knew he was standing there, i heard the gate opening and it took a few minutes before he said hello and when he did you could hear the nervousness in his voice. I told him i needed him to cut the grass and trim the verge. I didnt let on that I was aware of him being in the garden, I just lay there peeking at him through the sunglasses, he was constantly checking me out as he worked. He had been working for nearly an hour when he told me he was going to the bathroom, this was it!! as soon as he went inside I ran over to my bedroom window, I was there when he opened the door and crept inside. The cheeky little shit was in my bedroom... he went straight for my drawer, as soon as he opened it I could read the expression on his face, pure shock, he lifted them out and sniffed at what little crotch there was on them, after he put them down he reached in and took out my vibe, he sniffed it and then licked it, he wouldn't do that if he knew where it had been( thats another story). I was getting so worked up but i couldn't do anything in the garden, even though nobody could see into the garden I wasn't willing to risk it. he unzipped his trousers and pulled down his pants, O.M.F.G he was well endowed.. bigger than some of the guys id been with. he turned on the vibe and started rubbing it over his cock and between and around his balls while doing this he started working his cock with his other hand, I was getting sooo horny watching this. that was when he did something totally unexpected, he put my vibrator to his ass and started working the tip in and out while wanking himself, after a few seconds he grabbed a pair of my knickers and started wanking himself into them. I watched as he started to cum and he shook so much, I thought he was going to pass out. he shot all over my knickers.. after a few seconds he finished wiping his cum all over my knickers and he put them at the back of the drawer along with my vibe. he didn't even see the porn mag, i was so turned on!! I was lying on the blanket when he came out and he went back to work, now I knew!!! the following Wednesday when he came over it was raining so I made sure I was having a shower when he was supposed to arrive, the towel i had around me was barely enough to cover my nipples and you could see the bottom of my ass, I answered the door to him in the towel and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, I invited him in and told him to put the kettle on, when i finally went into the sitting room he was sitting on the armchair and he had a cup of tea and there was one made for me too. i walked in with the towel wrapped around me and drying my hair, I wrapped my hair and I told him there was something i needed to talk to him about. I told him to come with me and i led him to my bedroom, as soon as we went into the room he started shaking and i told him to sit down on the bed, i went over to my dresser and opened the top drawer and took out my knickers and held them out in front of his face, "can you explain the stains on these?" he just went red and looked at the floor and said "I don't know" That's when i told him that I had been watching what he was doing, he started to cry!! "please don't tell my parents" I sat on the bed beside him and the towel opened, he just stared at my tits and I slowly covered them with the towel. "Have you been fantasizing about me when you do that?" "yes" then i reached in and lifted out the vibe.. "how many times have you played with this?" "A few" He was still staring at my tits :) "do you have a girlfriend Daniel?" "no" "OK we need to do something about this, but if we do then you are not allowed to tell anyone about it or I will tell your parents I found you snooping around in my underwear and I'll show them the knickers. I will really get you into trouble...understand?" "yes" I stood up and let the towel fall to the floor and I was standing in front of him totally naked, his eyes flickered between my tits and my pussy, God I wanted him so much!!! "Lie back" "What?" "lie back on the bed!" he lay back and i moved over to stand over him, he was trembling as i stood there. then i leaned over and opened the belt of his jeans then i undid the button and then the zip, He grunted and really shook, I could guess what had just happened. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pants together and I told him to lift his ass off the bed, I pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, then i pulled off his shoes and socks and then his jeans and boxers hit the floor, there he was in all his glory and i was loving it... i guessed 10 inches at the time but it turned out to be nine and a half, i got him to sit up and i helped him take off his t shirt, now we were both naked and i was so ready but I didn't want to scare him, i lifted up his boxers and turned them inside out so i could see the cum he just shot, I let him see it and then i sniffed it and slowly licked the wet patch, he was rock hard. I let his boxers drop and I straddled his legs and sat on his thighs, my tits were right in front of his face and his cock was only a few inches from my soaking wet pussy, "Suck my nipples Daniel!" he leaned forward and licked my nipple, it was like an electric shock, then he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it, I lifted his other hand and put it on my other tit and told him he could touch my tits any time we were together like this, he was very timid in his touch so i told him i liked firm hands and that he was to play with my nipples and that he could even pinch them. I very soon had to tell him not so hard with the pinching but i was loving it, I pushed him back so he was lying down and i leaned forward and kissed him passionately, I could feel his tongue rubbing at my lips tentatively so i opened my mouth more and slid my tongue into his mouth, he was trembling and i knew why, i could feel his cock tapping off my mound, I could remember my first time and how nervous i was. I arched my back so my pussy was on his belly, I could feel his cock tapping between my ass cheeks and I started rolling my hips so his cock was prodding me in between my ass and pussy, he was less than an inch away from my pussy, O.M.F.G I wanted him inside me. "Are you OK?" "yes" he sounded so timid but in his place I think I would be freaking out too.. "How turned on are you Dan? Would you fuck me if i let you?" "yes i would love to" I slid back onto his cock, it was resting right up against my pussy and I could feel him trying to push it in, I could let him inside me but if he shot his load inside me he could get me pregnant! I was due my period in the next few days. I pushed down, taking him all the way inside, I pushed all the way onto him, he was fucking huge, a little uncomfortable but felt really good.... then he blew his load. I could feel it shoot inside me, he was shaking and grunting and then it was over, i sat on top of him and i started to fuck his cock rising and falling on it taking it as deep as i could, I could feel his cock pushing all the way inside me and i was loving it, he was trying to push up into me faster so I told him to relax and let me do all the work. It didn't take long before he was ready to cum again but i was getting closer to it myself, i could feel the familiar flutter and the slow buildup of pressure that meant I was getting close. Daniel started pushing into me again and he was getting more urgent, he was coming again and I wasnt close yet, I could feel him stiffen inside me and he shot another load of cum into me, he wanted me to stop saying he was too sensitive but I kept fucking him until I finally came, It was such an intense orgasm, my legs felt weak. I waited until I came down off the glow of orgasmic heaven. I slid off his cock and took it into my mouth, i loved it. I knew there was a possibility of me being in trouble but that was definitely the best fuck i have had with a guy in a long time... I look forward to hearing what you all think. Michelle
Daniel is 14 years old, he is 5 ft 1 in tall and very skinny. He also has an 8.5 inch cock and I taught him how to use it. My name is Michelle and this is how it all started Daniel had been coming over to my house for the last month, I had arranged it with his parents because he needed something to do during the summer. Every Wednesday he came over to clean my gardens and help out around the house with stuff I didn't have time for or couldn't do for myself. I hadn't noticed anything different for the first two weeks but then i noticed that my underwear drawer was disturbed, I have a tendency to just throw stuff into the drawer but i found my vibrator at the front of the drawer when i always keep it at the back, my nephew was perving out on me!. that was when it all made sense, every time he came over he would disappear into the "bathroom" 3 or 4 times, was he spanking himself off thinking about me?. the more I thought of it the more worked up I got about it but it wasn't anger, I was actually flattered by it and more than a little turned on. on the third week I set up everything to make sure he was doing what i thought he was, I put my dildo to the back of my drawer and put my sexiest undies on the top (open crotch), I also left the curtains pulled with enough of a gap that I could see everything that happened in the room. the final touch was to put a porn mag that I had poking out from underneath my pillow, I hoped he liked lesbian porn, its all I have. :) when he arrived I made sure i was sunbathing on a blanket in the back garden with my headphones in my ears (no music playing, I wanted to hear the gate open) but instead of wearing a bikini of which I have quite a few, I wore a matching, skimpy, almost see thru bra and thong and a pair of sunglasses. I knew he was standing there, i heard the gate opening and it took a few minutes before he said hello and when he did you could hear the nervousness in his voice. I told him i needed him to cut the grass and trim the verge. I didnt let on that I was aware of him being in the garden, I just lay there peeking at him through the sunglasses, he was constantly checking me out as he worked. He had been working for nearly an hour when he told me he was going to the bathroom, this was it!! as soon as he went inside I ran over to my bedroom window, I was there when he opened the door and crept inside. The cheeky little shit was in my bedroom... he went straight for my drawer, as soon as he opened it I could read the expression on his face, pure shock, he lifted them out and sniffed at what little crotch there was on them, after he put them down he reached in and took out my vibe, he sniffed it and then licked it, he wouldn't do that if he knew where it had been( thats another story). I was getting so worked up but i couldn't do anything in the garden, even though nobody could see into the garden I wasn't willing to risk it. he unzipped his trousers and pulled down his pants, O.M.F.G he was well endowed.. bigger than some of the guys id been with. he turned on the vibe and started rubbing it over his cock and between and around his balls while doing this he started working his cock with his other hand, I was getting sooo horny watching this. that was when he did something totally unexpected, he put my vibrator to his ass and started working the tip in and out while wanking himself, after a few seconds he grabbed a pair of my knickers and started wanking himself into them. I watched as he started to cum and he shook so much, I thought he was going to pass out. he shot all over my knickers.. after a few seconds he finished wiping his cum all over my knickers and he put them at the back of the drawer along with my vibe. he didn't even see the porn mag, i was so turned on!! I was lying on the blanket when he came out and he went back to work, now I knew!!! the following Wednesday when he came over it was raining so I made sure I was having a shower when he was supposed to arrive, the towel i had around me was barely enough to cover my nipples and you could see the bottom of my ass, I answered the door to him in the towel and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, I invited him in and told him to put the kettle on, when i finally went into the sitting room he was sitting on the armchair and he had a cup of tea and there was one made for me too. i walked in with the towel wrapped around me and drying my hair, I wrapped my hair and I told him there was something i needed to talk to him about. I told him to come with me and i led him to my bedroom, as soon as we went into the room he started shaking and i told him to sit down on the bed, i went over to my dresser and opened the top drawer and took out my knickers and held them out in front of his face, "can you explain the stains on these?" he just went red and looked at the floor and said "I don't know" That's when i told him that I had been watching what he was doing, he started to cry!! "please don't tell my parents" I sat on the bed beside him and the towel opened, he just stared at my tits and I slowly covered them with the towel. "Have you been fantasizing about me when you do that?" "yes" then i reached in and lifted out the vibe.. "how many times have you played with this?" "A few" He was still staring at my tits :) "do you have a girlfriend Daniel?" "no" "OK we need to do something about this, but if we do then you are not allowed to tell anyone about it or I will tell your parents I found you snooping around in my underwear and I'll show them the knickers. I will really get you into trouble...understand?" "yes" I stood up and let the towel fall to the floor and I was standing in front of him totally naked, his eyes flickered between my tits and my pussy, God I wanted him so much!!! "Lie back" "What?" "lie back on the bed!" he lay back and i moved over to stand over him, he was trembling as i stood there. then i leaned over and opened the belt of his jeans then i undid the button and then the zip, He grunted and really shook, I could guess what had just happened. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pants together and I told him to lift his ass off the bed, I pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, then i pulled off his shoes and socks and then his jeans and boxers hit the floor, there he was in all his glory and i was loving it... i guessed 10 inches at the time but it turned out to be nine and a half, i got him to sit up and i helped him take off his t shirt, now we were both naked and i was so ready but I didn't want to scare him, i lifted up his boxers and turned them inside out so i could see the cum he just shot, I let him see it and then i sniffed it and slowly licked the wet patch, he was rock hard. I let his boxers drop and I straddled his legs and sat on his thighs, my tits were right in front of his face and his cock was only a few inches from my soaking wet pussy, "Suck my nipples Daniel!" he leaned forward and licked my nipple, it was like an electric shock, then he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it, I lifted his other hand and put it on my other tit and told him he could touch my tits any time we were together like this, he was very timid in his touch so i told him i liked firm hands and that he was to play with my nipples and that he could even pinch them. I very soon had to tell him not so hard with the pinching but i was loving it, I pushed him back so he was lying down and i leaned forward and kissed him passionately, I could feel his tongue rubbing at my lips tentatively so i opened my mouth more and slid my tongue into his mouth, he was trembling and i knew why, i could feel his cock tapping off my mound, I could remember my first time and how nervous i was. I arched my back so my pussy was on his belly, I could feel his cock tapping between my ass cheeks and I started rolling my hips so his cock was prodding me in between my ass and pussy, he was less than an inch away from my pussy, O.M.F.G I wanted him inside me. "Are you OK?" "yes" he sounded so timid but in his place I think I would be freaking out too.. "How turned on are you Dan? Would you fuck me if i let you?" "yes i would love to" I slid back onto his cock, it was resting right up against my pussy and I could feel him trying to push it in, I could let him inside me but if he shot his load inside me he could get me pregnant! I was due my period in the next few days. I pushed down, taking him all the way inside, I pushed all the way onto him, he was fucking huge, a little uncomfortable but felt really good.... then he blew his load. I could feel it shoot inside me, he was shaking and grunting and then it was over, i sat on top of him and i started to fuck his cock rising and falling on it taking it as deep as i could, I could feel his cock pushing all the way inside me and i was loving it, he was trying to push up into me faster so I told him to relax and let me do all the work. It didn't take long before he was ready to cum again but i was getting closer to it myself, i could feel the familiar flutter and the slow buildup of pressure that meant I was getting close. Daniel started pushing into me again and he was getting more urgent, he was coming again and I wasnt close yet, I could feel him stiffen inside me and he shot another load of cum into me, he wanted me to stop saying he was too sensitive but I kept fucking him until I finally came, It was such an intense orgasm, my legs felt weak. I waited until I came down off the glow of orgasmic heaven. I slid off his cock and took it into my mouth, i loved it. I knew there was a possibility of me being in trouble but that was definitely the best fuck i have had with a guy in a long time... I look forward to hearing what you all think. Michelle
It was a hot Friday afternoon I went to my room and turned on the aircon. I was slightly sleepy when my phone rang. It was my super hot aunt. So I quickly answered my phone. “Dominick, are you busy?” she said in a crying voice.” Nope,just sitting here watching some TV. What’s wrong?” I said. “My boyfriend just broke up with me this morning.” She said crying a little bit louder this time. “well what can I do for you?.” I said in a comforting way. “Can you spend time with me on the phone? So that I can tell you what happened? Is that okay with you?” she said. “Uh, y-ye that’s okay..” I said. “We were fighting the other day and it didn’t end well, because I caught my boyfriend having sex with my best friend and it fucking hurt me! Then I told him that I saw what happened then he just said that he was giving her a massage because she wasn’t feeling too good. Then I almost forgave him on what he did but then I remembered that he put his dick inside my best friend’s pussy and not to mention he cum inside her… then this morning he just texted my that he wants to break up because he was going to New York to have job. But I didn’t believed him one bit.” she said crying out loudly on the phone. “what a jerk… Hey, my dad will go there to pick up my uncle next week because they are going to his farm to chill out.. Would you mind me coming there and comforting you?” I said hopefully.” Yes!” she screamed.. The next week I called my aunt if he still need comforting. “yes, will you still come here?”. She said curiously. “of course I will! There’s nothing that I won’t do for you! :)).” Then my father called me. “Hey! Iceman let’s hit the road! Hang up there you and Anne will meet soon! So come on! ” He said (I like my drinks with lots of ice and I eat a lot of Ice cream that’s why he called me Iceman). “hey uh Imma hang up now cause we’re leaving” I said excitedly. “okay see you soon, sweetie”. She said happily. Then I realized that she had never called me nicknames except for the “Iceman”. “eh, at least now she called me a nickname that I kinda like between Anne and me”. I said ignoring the nickname she just called me. 5 hours of driving finally we are 5 minutes away from seeing my super hot aunt. “Ice, your uncle and I are gonna chill up his farm for a couple of days because we are gonna fix some things there. And since your with company with Anne its okay? Right?” he said. “uh… ya that would be great dad, but how long we gonna stay there? Not that I don’t like going to Anne’s place, it’s just to make sure how long…”. I said curiously. “about 4 days at least”. He said. “okay!” I said happily knowing that my dad would leave his laptop to me and I can search porno whenever my aunt’s asleep.. Finally we got there and to my surprise my uncle was over at the garden having a cigarette ready to go. “hey Matt! Let’s go fix you farm” shouted dad from the car. “Hey! Hold on.. Anne!! Iceman’s here! Keep him company okay?” My uncle said.. “Yes Matt!!” she said excitingly. “hey will you go back here tonight? Or not?” she asked. “no, were gonna stay at the farm for 4 days.. Well see ya Ice see ya Anne… Best get moving before dark.. Take care lads!” She was wearing a white top that says I’m juicy. And wearing super short shorts. I quickly noticed her big round boobs and to be honest it wasn’t fake at all. She had the most spankable ass I have ever seen. As they leave we went inside her house and I realized I forgot to get the laptop from my dad. “Oh!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” I said angrily. “why what’s wrong sweetie?” she said to me. “I fucking forgot to get the laptop from my dad.” I said. “It’s okay hon you can borrow mine if you want.” She said. “oh.. I better cause may be you got some important things to do.” I said. But in my mind I said holy shit! thanks Anne! I can fuck you thanks for that. “So... before you use my laptop I suggest that we eat first cause I’m pretty much starving!” she said. “umm okay… Can we order pizza?” I asked politely. “ye, sure I love eating pizza” she said happily. After a few minutes the pizza man came and we paid him.. then After we eat “Imma go watch TV in my room” I said excitedly. “okay” she said. Then when I got to my room I jumped on the bed and turned on the TV… I was watching star movies and when I looked up there was a crack in the ceiling and knowing this was my uncle’s room I checked it out.. Then to my surprise I saw a whole lot of pornos! I was so excited and at the same time shocked. Then I tried to watched 1 of those porn I slid 1 cd out then I watched the whole movie for about 1-2 hours I think?? Then I was masturbating all a sudden I heard Anne’s footsteps getting closer to my uncle Matt’s room where I was to sleep for four days. I quickly put my rock hard penis in my plain black jogging pants and quickly paused the porn and headed back to Disney channel then Anne knock at my uncle Matt’s room as expected then she said “ Don’t forget take a shower before going to sleep”. “okay” I said loudly. Then I went to the shower to finish my masturbating my normal penis is about 5 inch and when it’s fully erected I think about 6 and a half inch. I come a across my aunt before going to the bathroom she was wearing a white tank top and super short shorts she wasn’t wearing any bra so I got a view of her really huge tits she was 5 foot 1 and I was 5 foot 4 so I was able to look down and saw her beautiful boobs. I had a towel around my waist before going to the bathroom so quickly my penis erected when I saw her boobs and I certainly hope she saw my erected penis. Then when I was in the bathroom jerking off my aunt not knowing she walked in my uncle’s Matt’s room where I will be staying and changed the TV to video mode I didn’t her because the shower was too damn loud and pretty cold… She resume the porn video in my uncle’s room and she turned the volume down to surprise me. As I was walking near to Matt’s room she heard me and completely turn the volume up to its maximum volume. When I heard that I ran to Matt’s room in a hurry like I was being chased by 5 dogs. Then when I finally reached the room. “So you found Matt’s hiding place, eh? And this is what you’ve been doing since you got in this room and now I know why you went to the bathroom so quickly and not to mention you caught a glimpse of my boobs right when you were about to go there and yes.. I saw your erected penis while you were going to the bathroom” She said angrily “h-h-how d-d-did you k-know t-that?” I asked in a scared-ish voice. “I’ve been watching you Dominick.” “All day long. So uh did you like it?” she said “Hell ye it was the best boobs I have ever seen in my life!” “hmmm.. really?” she said “ yes how come you want to make sure that I’d like it? I mean what’s not to like on your boobs? It’s so perfectly shape!” I said excitedly “ Dominick, you want to see them first hand?” “YES!!!” I said super excitedly “Well if you really want them..” She began taking off there white tank top and saw her boobs! Even better staring at it closely and not had a glimpse of it. She then leaned on to me and kissed me it was like heaven she had warm very soft lips very turning on to me. And I kissed her passionately, our tongues entertained with each others tastes her tongue meeting my tongue and our salvias in each others mouths it was so good. We kissed passionately for about 10-20 minutes and I began touching her breasts and it felt like I had a very cute big round toy and I would just squeeze the living hell out of it! Then I touched her rock hard nipple she moan as we were kissing and then I reached down to unbutton here very short shorts and taking away her white panties along the short shorts and tossing them aside then I touched her very soft lips and she leaned back and remove the towel and we were instantly naked. “Oh my god!!! Your cock is super big! Even bigger than my boyfriend’s cock!” she exclaimed “really?” I said “yeah” I mean my boyfriend’s cock is like I dunno umm 3-4 inch” she said sadly. “yea well here you go this big dick is all for you.” Then se sucked my dick I felt so fucking good and then she deep throated my dick for about 5 seconds then quickly let my dick to get some air she did this for about 5 to 6 times “oh god, Anne your so good at sucking my dick.. I am about to cum!” I said eagerly. She then stopped then said “oops.. better not spill that cum in my mouth I want it inside my pussy” She giggled. And I said “your gonna get pregnant if I cum in your pussy” I said “I don’t care sweetie just do it. Enough talking out that big dick in my pussy” it was an order. “yes ma’am!” I said. Then I placed my dick in her pussy then she said “don’t go slower faster! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me till I cum! And fuck me like I have never been fucked before!” That’s all I needed to hear then I thrust my 6 and a half inch dick to my aunt’s wanting pussy and she screamed LOUDLY “ah fuck!!! Fuck fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! I’m Cumming Dominick! I’m Cumming! She said strongly “I’m can’t hold much longer!!! Imma cum!!! Ughhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!” She Cummed on my dick I felt and heard her 19 year old pussy as I thrust my 6 and a half dick very hard inside my aunt’s pussy. She screamed like hell! Then I told her “I-I-I’m gonna cum!” I said. “Don’t get it out! Cum inside me baby!” she said strongly. “okay!” I shouted. Then I kissed her again then I knew I couldn’t hold it any further and blew my load into her pussy as I was Cumming inside her I thrust my big dick further inside and she screamed! Then I saw my hot cum leaking out of her pussy and I turn us around that way she was on top of me and said “wow Dominick that was the most exciting orgasms I’ve ever experienced my whole life!” she said strongly then she collapsed on top of me still my dick inside of her and we fell asleep The next morning she was still on top of her and I woke her up with fucking her again.. We ate some left over pizzas we closed all the doors and windows so that we can walk naked around the house the 4 days I was with her felt like heaven we didn’t need clothes because we were naked all the time… the we had sex again this time on the kitchen table she Cummed twice there I blew of my hot Cum inside her for the second time and it was awesome the after we had sex at the kitchen table we kissed passionately in the couch for about what seems to be 30 minutes we like kissing each other then after the we took a bath then had sex there as always she screamed hurt my ear for about a second there and then she said “ wow Dominick your really good at having sex with me” she said strongly I just gave her a smile and fuck her harder then she Cummed for about 3-5 times I think… She was so tired and we slept at the floor of my uncle’s room and she was on top I have my dick inside her for 24 hours.. The 4 days was really sex lots and lots of sex Cumming screaming orgasms then we had finally had sex everywhere at the fourth night we had sex at her bedroom and she guided my dick to her ass this time she said “this is the last night were gonna have sex baby I want you to fuck me very hard! Harder than you fucked me yesterday and the days before that Cum in my ass and my pussy don’t take me slow baby do it fast and hardcore style” And so I did fuck her in the ass and cummed inside her ass for the very first time and fucked her in the pussy SO HARD that I blew of my load like I have never before then we fall asleep just like the other times we’ve fallen asleep her on top I’m at the bottom and my dick inserted in her pussy… I fucked her so very hardcore that the next day she had a hoarse voice she wasn’t able to speak clearly then we had 1 final sex before my dad picks me up.. as always she screamed but not loudly because of her sore throat and I’ve fucked her in the attic these time. Their attic was nice and clean and had a bed but we didn’t use it because I fucked her on the stairs of the attic. Then as always again I Cummed in her ass and wet juicy pussy but then As I was to unleash my third load before leaving the house she said “cum on my face” then I gladly did Cummed on her face she was hotter when she had Cum on her face and I tasted her pussy for the first time because she wanted my dick in her pussy and kissing me all the time and she didn’t made me eat her pussy. Then I did we were doing “69” her favourite position. Then this time I can’t believe she Cummed 6 times!!! She was to damn tired that I had to carry her to her bedroom and dressed her up so that my uncle and dad wouldn’t be suspicious of what’s happened over the past 4 days.. Then I woke her saying “hey, hon dad’s here I’m gonna leave no sweetie next time I go here I’ll fuck you twice as hard” I said thoughtfully. She gave one last! Wet kiss and pulled down my pants to give my dick one last kiss to and one last 10 second deep throat. Then my father said “Iceman! Hurry up! I’ve got a lot of work to do!” “Ye dad! Coming!!” I said out loud. Then I gave my aunt a follow up wet and spit kiss then she said “we really are dirty.. now get out here before I fuck you I’m getting kinda horny just think of you.. I’ll masturbate for you babe.” She said pleasantly. Then I got out then went home…
Ok, first of all I'd like to say that this is 100% true, not a fact in here is a lie. Now for an introduction. My name is Ryan, I'm 24 years old, and almost ten years ago I lost my virginity. This is how. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My story begins November 2000. I was fourteen years old. I had been known up to that point as a sort-of nerd type person, but that was all about to change. Even though I was a nerd, I could still "chat-up" the ladies, if you know what I mean, the only problem I had was starting a conversation with them without looking like too much of a creep. At the end of every school term, in Maths we would have an exam, using a past exam paper, as practice for our GCSE's, but unfortunately, I was ill that day. I was always good at Maths, until I got lazy and couldn't really be bothered, but more on that later. I went into school the day after we were meant to have the test to find out one other person had been absent. Lauren Cash. Lauren had sat next to me in Maths for the past two years, and we may have had a small friendship, but nothing too big. The only real big thing I knew about her was that she was a giant slut, and thats putting in polietly. She was the one I lost my virginity too, and this is what happened. I sat down in my seat, knowing what was about to happen. My teacher was going to be so pissed it would be unbelievable, and she would literally chew my head off for missing the exam. "How was the test?" said a high pitched voice from behind. It was Lauren. She said this as she sat in her seat giving her usual cheeky smile. "I wouldn't know," I replied, " I was ill." "Really?" Lauren gave a sigh of relief, "So Im not the only one then?" "So you were ill yesterday aswell," I asked, already knowing the answer. "If a teacher asks, I was ill, but if if anyone else asks, I'll tell the truth!" She giggled as she said this. Lauren had a habit of having days off for no apparent reason. How she was in top maths, I still don't know. Our teacher then came over and began to give a boring lecture about how we should have come to school yesterday and all the rest of it, before taking us to an empty class room to do the test. "You'll have the full time, My Johnson wont be needing his room today. Remember, its a 90 Minute exam, so don't rush, pace yourself," My teacher told us as she guided us it Mr Johnsons room. She pointed us to our seats before making sure we had everything that we needed and that we had revised. I hadn't, but still said I had. My teacher then left the room, locking the door behind her. Within an hour I had completed the test. Lauren had obviously copied me, as she finished a few moments after me. "Well that test was easy, wasn't it?" Lauren said in a sarcastic way. I nodded to please her, before she began to have another one of her famous speeches about her boyfriend. I had never met him, and he sounded like a nice guy, and Laurens latest speech made him sound better than Superman, before she burst into tears.I didn't know what to do, girls had never done this in front of me. This was foreign territory, but I wasnt going to let that stop me. "What's wrong?" I asked in a comforting way. "Tyler dumped me!" She replied as the tears rolled down her face. "I can't believe that backstabbing bastard would cheat on me! I mean, I lost my virginity to him!" That final statement shook me abit. All those stories of Lauren price being the biggest slut this side of the UK, they were all made up. I put my arm around her to comfort her, and it worked! I only said a few things that I had seen on TV, like "There, there" and "He didnt deserve to be with a woman as beautiful as you." That last one won Lauren over. "Hey Ryan?" She asked "Are you still a virgin?" "Well, umm..." I didnt know how to reply. Should I say yes? Should I say no? But it didn't matter. Lauren had already dived under the table and began pulling my pants and underwear down to my knees, before rubbing up my hard cock. I was a victim of spontaneous erections, and for once it paid off. "If you want," She said stroking my cock," You can lose it to me," I couldnt give an answer. Before I knew it, my cock was in her mouth. Her pink lips had engulfed it, and her tounge stroked it. She began sliding her mouth up and down it. With in a few minutes, I shot my load in her mouth. What happened next it a bit blurry, but the next thing I remember is me sitting on the table with Lauren riding my cock. It slid inside her. Up and down. Up and down. It was a glourious feeling. My cock was tingling and Lauren screamed out in orgasm. "YES RYAN YOU BIG NERD CUM INSIDE ME!" Never before had I realised how sound proof the school walls were. When she screamed I came, squirting my load of cum inside, as she squirted on my cock. The next thing I remember is us handing in our tests. But that was only the beginning.
1 This is the third time i've tried to write about the weekend. David rejected the first two attempts because He said they did not go into enough detail about how i was used. So i will try again. This time, i will begin earlier and try to be more descriptive of myself, of the cumslut pigslut and painslut i am. All day long at work on Friday, my cunt was sopping wet. David always found new ways to turn me on and this week was no different. From Monday morning, i had large dildoes in both my pussy and ass every minute except when i was using the toilet or fucking. On Monday morning just after ten, a man showed up at our office and said he had a package for me. He walked me into the stairwell and down to the parking garage, where he pushed me into a van. There were three men inside who stripped me and fucked me on a small mattress pad, then smeared their cum all over me, including my face and hair. They put the dildoes back in my holes, then added a leather harness that held some kind of remote control vibrator hard against my cunt. "Watch," one of them said. He made a call on his cell phone and i jerked slightly as the vibrator went into action. It hummed for about fifteen seconds then stopped. He laughed. "Some of those units you have to call the right number. Not this one." He dialed another number and the thing went off again. It lasted longer this time and i felt my pussy getting wet. "Any cell phone within twenty feet will set it off. Sometimes, it will be five seconds, sometimes a full minute." Two of the others pulled out cell phones and proved their point. The cumslut me felt my cunt getting more and more wet. i knew what was coming. He threw me my clothes. "Back to work, bitch." i put my clothes back on and went to the elevator, smelling the cum all over my face and touching where it was dried in my hair. Just before the elevator opened, the vibrator started up again. i had to concentrate to step into the elevator. i wondered if the others could hear the sound. If so, they were polite about it. All day long, i tried to focus on what i was doing but couldn't. Someone would dial and the vibrator would go off. i spent most of the rest of the morning walking the halls. i knew that if i sat down at my desk, i'd cum and everyone would see. At least while i was talking, i had a chance to duck into a bathroom or act like i was going through a file cabinet. Working at an insurance company, a lot of the workers ignored each other, spending their energy on the telephone. That was good and bad. Good because most of them wouldn't even notice me. Bad because a lot of their work was done on cell phones. cumslut me craved it but Diane was scared. Someone would see, i would lose my job. By three o'clock, i was spending all of my time in a stall in the ladies' room, doubled over on a toilet, shivering with orgasm after orgasm. cumslut was in heaven. The most frustrating thing was when there was a long pause between calls. i couldn't decide whether or not to try and get up and leave the room. Then, another call would set the device off and i'd close my eyes and lean back against the wall, praying it would last long enough for me to cum. The phones started slowing down around four and by five, i was able to wipe my face off with cold water and walk back to my cubicle. There were a stack of notes on my chair. "X wanted to see you." "Y wanted to see you." "Z is wondering if you're coming to the meeting." By six, i was home for a quick bite and shower, then spent the rest of the night servicing the callers David sent. It was a steady stream from seven till midnight, one per hour and always the same. David sold me as a package. i opened the door dressed in a French Maid outfit and gave them a drink to enjoy while i sucked on their cock for ten minutes, then stripped and had them follow me into the playroom. i offered them an assortment of ropes and clamps, crops and canes, whips and floggers that they were encouraged to use on me for the next thirty minutes. Then, a blow job or anal sex, and out the door in time for me to dress for the next man. At midnight, i would reinsert the dildoes and strap them into place, then go to bed. But i wouldn't sleep. Always, always, they failed to hurt me the way i needed to be hurt. i would find ways to finish the job. This week, i used rubber bands. i wrapped them around my thighs and titties, pulled them hard and let them snap against me, rubbing my clit until i came. Then, i would do it again. By three or four, i would fall asleep exhausted, only to wake up with the alarm at six to start all over again. My nights have been this way for several months now, ever since i gave myself to David. i knew what i wanted and knew he was the one to give it to me. i often wonder about my decision but it's too late now. i am his. i started by telling you i would describe this last weekend in detail. So much happened and i was in such a fog that i can only do my best. Friday night, one of David's drivers picked me up after work. i was a complete wreck by then. Five day of non stop cumming were taking their toll on me. Marco found me wandering the first floor hallway, dialing random numbers on my own cell phone to make the vibrator hum. i would dial a number and feel the incredible feeling between my legs, start walking quickly to make the dildoes inside me move. Sometimes i'd find a bench or a railing and push backward against it, humping myself like an animal, pushing those rubber cocks deeper into me. Marco reached for my telephone and i jerked my hand back, snarling. He laughed and slapped me across the face. i turned and stumbled away, fingers poking desperately at the buttons on the phone. The vibrator turned on again and i leaned against the wall, felt a huge orgasm shaking my body, then the hum stopped and i screamed at him. "Bastard!" i threw the phone then my eyes shot open wide with panic. No! i ran for it but it was too late, Marco picked it up and shoved it in his pocket. i threw my arms around him and started kissing him, but he ignored me. "Come on, whore, we have a gig for you." He took my arm and led me back to the parking garage, pushed me into the passenger seat of his BMW. He pulled my arms behind the back of the seat and snapped handcuffs on my wrists, then slammed the door shut. i heard the lock click and saw him walk around to the other side. My eyes frantically looked around for a phone. Marco pulled his phone out of his pocket every few minutes and wave it in front of my face, laughing. My cunt was on fire, i squirmed to push the cocks into me but it was no use. They were too small. i laughed. On Monday they hurt when they were pushed into me, now they were too small for me. Marco took me to a run down motel outside of town. Last time i wrote this, i said it was a terrible cliche but David corrected me. It is exactly where i belong. A pigslut flat on my back on the floor, laying on a crusty carpet in a sleazy motel fucking dirty, filthy strangers who stank of beer and cigarettes. Friday night was fuck and flog night. i was passed from man to man in three different rooms. In one, they dressed me in a blond wig and Marilyn Monroe dress and made me pull my dress up over my head while they whipped my tits and belly. As a pigslut, i do not deserve to be compared to Marilyn, but it amused them and i am their toy, so i did it. After each flogging, i would beg for more but they would stop, telling me they were finished with me and someone in the next room wanted me. i was dragged into the bathroom and made to change my outfit. In the second room, i was a redhead in a pony tails and schoolgirl uniform, the white top tied just underneath my huge and sore titties, and a plaid micro skirt that just barely covered my ass and pussy. In that room, they caned my bottom in classic British form-school style. That room was the hardest for painslut. The cane is always the worst, but i willingly take the pain for David. And i enjoy it. i crave it. i enjoy the pain and want more. David, when you read this, please tell them to use me harder next time, if it pleases you. i do not know how long they passed me back and forth between those two rooms, my mind knew nothing but pain and orgasm. When I was not being whipped, there were nearly always two men inside me, fucking my cunt and ass, sometimes both of them stretching my cunt with their cocks. When i was allowed to cum, they pointed and laughed, swilling their beer and scratching their fat bellies. i sometimes dribble when i cum and it is humiliating. i feel devastated and must say it for them. i must tell them that i am embarrassed and that i want to clean it up, that i want to lick the carpet, to suck my own pussy juice from the dirty no-tell motel floor. David, this is so humiliating, to admit this and then to have to put it in writing again here. Knowing it will be read by hundreds of strangers. They will picture me on my knees, dripping with cum and sweat, mouth pressed against the matted indoor/outdoor carpeting, sucking up who knows whatever filth is in that fabric from years of neglect. David, please, must i write this? i am sorry. Yes, i must write this. A pigslut does not make those judgments and you insisted on more description. More precise description. i was Marilyn. i brushed the wig out of my eyes, looked around the room at the eight men there. Most of them in underpants, some with towels wrapped around them, two of them naked. One of them stood up, looking bored, and motioned for me to raise the dress. i pulled it up around my neck as i'd been doing all night. "Lower it, bitch, it's covering your face." i lowered it a few inches. "I want to see your eyes when I do this." He picked up a bull whip from the floor. i stared at it, frozen with fear. Nobody had ever used one of those on me, David didn't even have one in his playrooms. i wondered where the man got it. Some of the men noticed my fear and nudged each other. i heard them talking about me, about how scared i looked. They had been at me for over three hours and this was the first time i actually looked afraid. Some of them sat up, slid to the edge of the bed, others stepped closer to me. i was trembling now. The man with the bull whip saw that he had a special moment here and slowed things down. He told me to take the dress completely off. i did. Then the wig. i did that too. i was completely naked and exposed now, not even the false identify to hide behind. He told me to hold my arms out straight at my sides. i lifted my hands, felt the weight of my titties on my chest as they rose. my nipples were stiff and hard, my cunt swollen. i feared the pain but the anticipation was stronger. i felt my pussy dripping, felt the juice running down the insides of my thighs. They were jeering now, pointing at my nipples and cunt, talking about me and what a complete painslut David had given them. i was about to be cruelly beaten and i was about to cum. i watched the man with the whip as he coiled it slowly in his hand. His eyes stared at me, he was gauging my fear, waiting for the right moment. i felt my knees going weak, i wanted so desperately to cum. He dropped the tasseled end to the floor, pulled his arm back and gave the whip a quick snap. It made a loud crack several feet behind him and everyone smiled and laughed. my pussy ached for him to get started, i knew i would cum the first time i felt that leather bite into my tits. i wanted him to beat me until i fell to the floor, then roll over and open my pigslut hole for them to fuck all night. But, he just stood there and started coiling the whip in his hand again. David, the anticipation was horrible and i couldn't stand it. i started begging him to whip me. He didn't move. i yelled at the others, aren't any of you man enough to do it? Come on, you fucking tough guys, do it! Then, my body exploded with pain. i wrapped my arms around myself, the pain across my belly was incredible. i saw the man's big grin, saw that he was missing a tooth, saw that he'd rolled up his arms and his biceps were huge and tattooed. "Yaaaah, bitch, I'll show you a tough guy!" i did my best to keep my arms raised but after the whip sliced across my titties twice more, i couldn't help it. i couldn't help it and i turned to the room and yelled for someone to hold my arms. Two men grabbed my elbows and wrists and pulled my arms wide apart. my legs went weak and i nearly fell to the floor. The men held me upright and i watched the man with the whip. He was standing still, breathing slowly, getting his bearings. i heard myself begging him not to hit me again. The painslut in me was wide eyed and excited, craving it, screaming for it but my instincts won out and my voice was begging him to stop. The man with the whip coiled it again and adjusted his stance. i saw his arm swing behind him then come around and i felt the whip slice sideways across the bottom of my titties. i struggled and wrestled but my body was on fire. i came after the third stroke and started begging louder for him to hit me again, again, harder. His face tightened into a grimace and the battle of wills began. He hit me harder and harder and my body responded by cumming and cumming. He was panting now, breathing hard and moving his blows up and down the front of my body, from my tits to my belly to my crotch and back again. After a long, long time - a long time David, an incredibly long time - one of the other men stepped up and waved his hand, told him to stop, there were other guys in the room who wanted me. He wiped an ocean of sweat off of his forehead and handed the whip to the next man. i panicked, i wasn't sure how much more i could take. A fresh man, not tired from fifteen plus minutes of whipping me. i looked around the room. If each of them took a turn... 2 i woke with my face buried in the smelly sheets of the motel bed. A man was fucking my ass, slamming hard into me, his hands holding my hips hard, fingers digging into me. i realized i'd passed out. i still have no idea what they did to me, if they kept on with the bull whip or of they just laid me down. David, is there a video? Do i even care? No, i don't. After he came in my ass, he rolled me over and announced that i was awake. i felt the pain shooting across the front of my body, everything was on fire. One of them held my head while another poured half a bottle of beer into my open mouth. I drank some, enjoying the change of the cool liquid running down my body. They told me to clean up, change into the schoolgirl outfit and head next door for my caning. i could barely walk so two of them helped me up off of the bed, into my new outfit, and walked me down the hall. They knocked on the door of the second room, then left me leaning against the door jamb. As soon as i got into the room, they told me to show them the stripes from Team Marilyn's whipping. It didn't register until i'd peeled off the flimsy outfit and they talked about the marks on my body that there was a contest going on. i dropped to my knees and crawled to the closest man, reached for his cock, took it in my mouth. He laughed and pushed me away. He said something like 'no, honey, that was round one'. They made me stand in the middle of the room and show off my marks while two of them took pictures. i noticed a laptop computer on a table. It showed photos of me earlier, on my knees, on my back with my legs spread wide, a close-up of two cocks shoved into my pussy. i realized they were looking at a website of pictures of me. One of them noticed me looking and he walked me to the table. He clicked something on the desktop and i saw a movie running in a small window. It was me in the other room, body writhing as the man with the bullwhip beat me. i shook my head, muttered no, no, no but knew it was pointless. Someone threw me on the bed and the fucking started. i was on my side, one of them stuffing his cock into my cunt and another in my ass. It was wonderful and i came right away. They were slamming me hard, laughing and chatting about my cunt and how it felt. The man in my ass complained that it was getting a little loose and he could use some tension. i tried to clench but couldn't. They kept talking and i felt hands moving between my legs. Someone pulled my leg up, opening me wider. Then, they slowed down, still fucking in unison but slower. One of them said something about moving closer. It didn't register until i felt his cock sliding out of my cunt. Immediately, i knew what he had in mind, they were both going to fuck my ass. i tried to relax, thought of every trick i knew to loosen myself up but the more i thought about it the more frightened i felt. my attention was focused completely between my legs, trying to make sure i was laying in the best position for this invasion, relaxing my knees, my hips. Then there was another explosion of pain as something snapped against the soles of my feet. Rubber bands. Thick rubber bands. Two, three, four on each foot, mercilessly snapping against my soles. Hands were holding my ankles and my hips were shaking back and forth. The second cockhead pressed against my sphincter and i tried to keep my focus on relaxing but it was no use. Every time one of the rubber bands snapped, my cunt and ass tightened up. Then, it stopped. i heard panting all around me, from the men who were fucking me to the ones who were holding me to the ones snapping the rubber bands. Time froze for a moment. my body relaxed and my hip settled back to the bed. Then, the cock inside me slid slowly out. When he was about halfway, i felt the other cock pushing against it, against me. i muttered no, no, no but they pushed slow and insistent. They were going inside me, there was no question. i did what i could to relax but felt like i was being ripped open. When both cockheads were inside me, the men shuddered then lay still. i didn't know what to think until they both started moving again. Inch by awful inch, they pushed deeper and deeper into me. painslut took over and whispered into someone's ear "deeper, deeper". i felt the cocks bottom out against me, they were all the way in. Then, my body started moving on its own, sliding up and down, impaling and splitting myself on the huge double shaft that was deep inside. They were talking about me again, pigslut, whore, hole, and i was getting more and more turned on. i pumped harder, harder, yelled for them to snap the rubber bands again. i heard the snap, felt my ass clench and screamed for more, more, more. The men came after just a few minutes, pulled their cocks out of me. i screamed for more, grabbed the nearest man and pulled him down to the bed, begging him to fuck my ass. He stood up and jumped off of the bed. i opened my eyes and saw a dozen men's faces staring at me, laughing, high fiving each other, talking about me in the most vile and depraved ways they could imagine. How could they not? i was less than an animal, just a thing to hurt and fuck. At some time, someone announced that it was one o'clock and Room Three was now open. There was a cheer from everyone in the room and someone helped me to my feet. One of them leaned in close and whispered "I feel sorry for you. Warm up is over." They gathered up their beer bottles and ashtrays and headed into the hallway. David, i have begged you not to make me write about what happened in Room Three. i will because you tell me to. i am telling the readers that i begged you because it pleases you to have me reveal myself to them as a pervert, a pigslut, and a sometimes coward. 3 David's pigslut has to describe the taste of the carpet. Before they took me to Room Three, one more man wanted to fuck me. He pulled out just before he came and shot a huge wad of cum on the carpet. He laughed and told me to clean it up. i started to go down on my knees, but he held up his hand. i watched while he ground the cum into the carpet with the ball of his foot. He smiled and held up his foot. Obediently, i started licking it clean. It was scaly and dirty. He pushed his big toe into my mouth and i gagged. my tongue tasted the jam between his toes and i had to do everything i could not to throw up. David, please, please, next time maybe at least not this? [i have to write this because you told me to. When David read the first draft of this journal, he immediately telephoned the man - Jeff - and had him come to our home. While i prepared dinner naked and stuffed with an ass dildo, he and Jeff played tennis at the courts at the high school. When they came home, my 'penance' was to give his sweaty, smelly body a tongue bath. Every inch of him. i threw up three times. David let me clean it with a sponge and bucket but i had to keep licking Jeff until he and David agreed i was finished. i did his toes three times and his ass crack twice. Jeff, please, if you are reading this, know that i will always be available to you for this service.] When he was satisfied, he pointed at the carpet. i got on my knees and leaned forward, easing my nose to the carpet. It stank of sweat, cigarette, and dampness. i put my tongue out and pressed it flat on the carpet, took a long lick across the surface. i gagged, felt lint and small bits of something gritty on my tongue. He nudged me with his foot and i went down again. i licked again and again, struggling not to vomit, trying to hold my breath. But i couldn't. i took a deep whiff and felt the bile in my throat again. It stayed down and i licked a few more times. Hopefully, i looked up at Jeff but he shook his head and said "the rest". i gave him a puzzled look and he said "suck the rest out". i felt my stomach knot and tears came to my eyes. i pressed my mouth against the carpet and sucked gently. He laughed and yelled at me, spit on it and suck it out, you know, like a carpet steamer. i saw several of the men come back into the room. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw their feet and legs as they gathered closer. The sounds of my sucking on the disgusting fabric of the carpet filled the room. The sickly sweet taste flooded over my tongue and i had to force myself to swallow each little bit. Jeff kept pushing my head back against the carpet telling me to finish the job. Finally, someone from outside the room yelled for him to move it along and he pulled me to my feet. "I guess you're finished" he said. 4 Room Three was a corner room, twice as large as the others with a two story ceiling. It was a beautiful space in which to use me and i want to thank each of you for taking the time to do so. my hungry cunt and depraved and available flesh thank you and want to do it again. All twenty two men were in Room Three when Jeff led me in. Fat, drunk, strong and smelly men who all wanted another chance at me, another chance to fuck my holes and hurt me. pigslut was aroused, hot, ready, body begging for them to take me further, further. The furniture had all been rearranged, there was no sofa, no table, no armchairs, nothing in the room except a single terrifying device in the middle of the room. i recognized it immediately. A simple wooden horse. David, i know you want me to mention here that i have always considered this the most humiliating and disturbing device ever invented. i have been on the wooden horse several times and each time it has taken days to recover. The constant shifting of weight from feet to arms to crotch, the inevitability of exhaustion and pain, the humiliation of being so open and exposed make this the worst experience i can imagine. It is natural to assume you would have subjected me to it at some point. i knew it was no use, but i stepped backward toward the door. Jeff held me and walked me into the room. The men nudged each other, some of them looking at their watches and taking bets. Someone put leather cuffs around my wrists and straps around my thighs, attached them so each hand was secured. One of them stood behind me and pushed something up my ass, i had no idea and no longer cared what it was. He told me to start fucking it and i did. A few of them laughed. Another man wrapped ropes around the base of my titties, tied them tight, then stood in front of me and slapped them hard for several minutes. Tears were streaming down my face and i was fucking up and down hard on whatever object was up my ass. He finally got bored and stopped, but another man replaced him, a twelve-inch wooden ruler in his hand. He smacked my tits top and bottom while i moaned and cried. i heard comments around the room about how i was taking it and not screaming, not begging them to stop. They still didn't know. A painslut does not give up, a painslut craves more. And i was craving more. i pushed down harder and harder on the stiff invader in my ass, felt my orgasm building. The man who was hitting my tits stopped and i screamed at him to come back. Instead, i felt the object pulled from my ass and i stumbled a few steps forward, trying to catch my balance. i turned around and saw one of the men wiping brown matter off of a long handled flashlight. Someone grabbed me and spun me around, held me still. Another man brought a pair of alligator teeth clamps and attached them to my nipples. my cunt was tight and dry, i knew that no matter how much they played with me, no matter what i offered or gave them, the wooden horse waited patiently for me to climb on. The man who had used the bullwhip on me stepped forward and ran his hand over my swollen and purple tits. He scratched his fingernails across the marks he'd made earlier and i cringed. My legs went weak and i dropped to my knees. Hands grabbed me from behind and stood me up, he continued scratching along the marks he'd made on my belly and crotch. The pain flooded over me and my cunt sprang alive, dripping and swollen. i whispered quietly for him to get the bull whip and use it on me again. He laughed and pressed his thumb against my lower lip. Reflexively, i opened my mouth. He spit into it and told me to swallow. The men started laughing and began lining up. They pushed me to my knees, held my head back, mouth open and one by one drizzled globs of saliva into my mouth. i was told not to swallow. After five or six of them, the spit was overflowing, dripping down my cheeks and neck, then down my body. i didn't start crying until i felt it dripping down my legs and pooling around my knees. i heard them moving the cameras around and one of them said he didn't get it all so they started again, holding my mouth open and violating me with their spit. i was shuddering, the humiliation so intense i could feel it. They were not just abusing me, they were broadcasting it to the world. And taping it. The humiliation would happen over and over. When the cameraman said 'enough', they told me to swallow what was in my mouth. i did, gagging again and nearly throwing up. Then, without warning, the hands were on me and i was lifted up and carried to the horse. [i am afraid to break the flow but David has given me permission to insert some background. There are many ways to ride the horse, each is painful and terrible in its own way. Once you are set on the horse, your arms and legs need to be dealt with. Sometimes, the knees are bent and the ankles tied behind the back, often the wrists are tied to the ankles. This gives the rider the option of rising up a bit, trading the pain between her legs for pain through her ankles and knees. This can go on for a long time until the muscles in the legs tire. [Sometimes, the legs are left hanging down. Sometimes, weights are added to the ankles to intensify the effects of gravity. [Sometimes, the arms are tied above the head and secured to the ceiling. Again, the rider can pull herself up to take her weight off of her crotch but eventually her arms will tire. That is the worse part, the knowledge that no matter what one does, it is only temporary relief.] Since my wrists were already secured to my thighs, it was an easy decision how to bind me. They added ankle straps to my outfit and connected them to the D rings at my wrists. That left me with none of the choices i was familiar with, there was nowhere to go to relieve the pressure of the rounded wooden wedge that pressed against my tender flesh. i was already exhausted and knew that i could not last long on the horse. They moved the cameras around, one of them focused on my face, one was closeup between my legs and the other took a full body shot. One of the men brought a wall clock from the other room and set it on the floor in front of me. i heard the others start taking, bills were changing hands, they were betting how long i could endure the ride. But, what was the option? i was scared, didn't know if David was even in the room. When they said 'how long?' i had to wonder 'how long until what?' The men were yelling out numbers, some cheering me on to last, others describing how much it must hurt and that i should beg them to stop. i tried to ignore the feeling, tried to focus on something in the room but their voices always distracted me. i couldn't focus on anything except my aching bottom. i shifted slightly from left to right but it cause more pain than relief and i moaned. i leaned forward slightly, then back, but it made no difference. Any movement only brought more pain. i closed my eyes and started breathing deeper, trying to shift into a different space, but someone pinched the clamp off of my left nipple and pain exploded through my head. i jerked to the lift, felt the effect between my legs and struggled to get back my balance. The clock crept slowly forward. It was only six minutes before i was ready to give up. i was in so much pain i couldn't think, couldn't even guess how to beg them to let me go. Then, i heard someone's voice talking about the bull whip, he wanted to use the bull whip on me while i rode the horse. i felt my cunt twitch and my nipples stiffen, the thought excited me. i had to stay perfectly still, if they had the slightest idea i wanted it they would have done it. David, i am sorry, i could not bring it on myself, i could not, i will next time if you like. i am shuddering now and want to cum but must keep writing. i heard myself begging from somewhere far off. i was drifting in the room, looking at my body on the horse, titties still tied and swollen, breath shallow, body trembling. Some of the men were picking up money they'd won because i'd lasted so long, others were making new bets. i was a complete toy to them, an object to amuse them. i repeated over and over that i wanted off, that i couldn't last any longer but nobody listened to me. i looked around for you, David, but didn't see you. i leaned forward involuntarily, gasped loudly as the pain shot through me, jerked back erect. Someone pulled the other clamp from my right nipple and i screamed again. i watched dizzily as more money changed hands. Men were drinking cold beers, smoking, taking pictures. i felt my body jerk backward, then back to center again. Then, i heard you, David, command them to take me off. i closed my eyes and moaned as they lifted me up and carried me into the other room. i felt hard wood against my back, felt my hands pulled over my head, the leather cuffs removed and metal clamps put in their place. Someone spread my legs and i felt cool metal clamping my ankles to the wooden platform. The straps on my thighs stayed. my cunt was dry again but the pain between my legs was receding. i felt hands on my head, holding it still. Someone pulled my eyelid up and i saw you, David. You were leaning forward, motioned to one of the men to hold my eye open. i recognized them right away, David, the blackened contact lenses you'd had me fitted for months ago. When they were both in place, the world went black for me. i heard clanking sounds and felt the wooden platform rise upward from the floor. Then, it tilted and i was at a forty-five degree angle, head down. Something pushed at my lips and i opened my mouth. Someone on his knees was fucking my face, balls slapping against my forehead. He pushed his cock deep and held it there, gagging me. i felt a thumb pushed against my perineum and i gasped, tightening my throat around his cock. i heard a few approving voices and that became the game for the next six men. The would push their cocks as deep as they could into my throat then press my tender muscle, enjoying the constriction of my throat. Press, release, press, release, over and over until they unloaded into my belly. They'd pull themselves out, cum drizzling up my nostrils and over my eyelids, onto my forehead. When the last man finished, they slammed the table upright. my bones shook from the quick jerking motion. They spun the table around, i was vertical now, head high. It was frightening, not knowing who was where, what they were planning. Then, i heard familiar voices and knew that the bullwhip was coming out again. And they were taking bets. Someone explained it to me, a whimper paid odds, a scream paid better odds but complete silence was a win for me. They didn't tell me what i would win but it didn't matter. They had no obligation to give me anything anyway. Hands ran over my body, someone untied the ropes from around my breasts. Pain shot through them as the circulation started again. It was quit for a minute. The first stroke came across my belly, just below my navel. It was clumsy and didn't hurt. They laughed at the man, teasing him, you pussy! i felt his fingers twist and pull my nipple but it hardly mattered after everything else. The second stroke was intense and i screamed. This man had practiced. He slashed across the top of both breasts, i was sure he'd whipped them off. There was talking, laughing, money changed hands. Someone kissed me and whispered thanks. i felt a finger slid up into my cunt. Did he shove money inside me? It went on that way for a long time, money changing hands, my body weaker and weaker. Finally the room went quiet. i listened intently but there was no sound, it was like they'd all left. But they couldn't have, i would have heard. David, what was next was exquisite. i felt a tongue slide between my cunt lips and lick my clit and nearly exploded. i bucked my hips hard, but the tongue went away. Something slid up inside me, filling my cunt. Then, it started growing. Something hand pumped, inflatable. The tongue came back and i felt my cunt swelling again. Then, the inflatable grew. And grew. My cunt was stretched, it felt like it was the size of a beach ball. But the tongue kept coming back, one lick at a time. The agony between licks was incredible. When i started to cum, there was another explosion of pain across my belly. A flogger, two dozen tails biting hard into my flesh. i came and came, the painslut going insane. Finally, they pulled the fully inflated balloon out of my cunt. i collapsed against the board. The rest of the night was mostly fucking again, one, two, three at a time. No wig, no costume, no whips and ropes. i passed out several times, mostly from simple exhaustion. It had been a long week.
In A Cheap Hotel [this story comes before "In The Warehouse" so if you're keeping track, read this one before that one - David] Joe watched her from the front window of the pool hall across the street. He shook his head. She was going to go for it. What was it about these little college bitches that drew them to this kind of action? Back in the day, it was only perverts and Bangkok whores who let themselves be used the way she wanted to be used. And the whores were making money from it. The street was dirty, most of the storefronts had been boarded up long ago. The liquor store sign on the corner flashed '--qu-or -to-e' -- the other letters were burned out. A group of half-a-dozen rough looking kids stood outside, smoking and drinking from brown paper bags. Garbage was piled everywhere. And still, she came. Joe recognized her car from her description. She parked half a block down from the Brown Hotel, the closest spot that wasn't littered with broken glass or sleeping bums. Her body was even better than the photos promised - about 5'8 and trim with long blond hair. He smiled. She was a brunette but he told her to dye it blonde or don't bother showing up. The shiny red dress hugged her body like a second skin. It was tight enough to show clearly that she had no panties. It was cut low enough to show off her beautiful titties, pushed up and together by a new purchase from Victoria's Secret. The bottom was cut just below her ass, enough that the tops of her stockings showed. Black fishnet stockings and four inch heels. Nobody wore those anymore and he hoped it made her feel every inch the cheap whore she looked. He gave her fifteen minutes to get the key from the manager, pay him for the room (he wasn't going to waste his money), and go upstairs and get into position. Joe sat down and thumbed through a magazine, pacing himself. His cock was already hard but he had a lot to do before he'd let himself fuck her. And besides, John was still on his way from the airport. * * * Joe went into the room and locked it behind him. She was there, his clean-scrubbed, tarted-up college girl, posed exactly as he'd instructed her. He walked around her slowly, ran his hand down the middle of her back, patted her head. She was making small gagging noises, her belly moving up and down slowly, but she kept the rubber cock planted firmly in her throat. He'd brought the gear to the room an hour before. It was a simple contraption and she fit into it exactly. He inspected her thoroughly, taking his time, crouching down and going over her inch by inch. Her knees were exactly fourteen inches apart and held by leather straps into two iron gourd-shaped supports. Her ankles were behind her, toes pointed straight back, the straps at her ankles pressing her shins flat to the floor. Joe ran his finger along the backs of her calves and she shuddered. He knew that the fronts of her feet - stretch as they were - were already getting sore. Her belly lay across a steel bar, eighteen inches high from the base, just a few inches longer than her femur. That held her ass pointed obscenely toward the ceiling. That and the leather trap that lay across her shoulders. She wasn't able to buckle that herself, Joe would have do to that and he would soon. But first he needed to inspect her chest. He ran his hand across her chest and nodded, she'd done as she was told. The metal bulldog clips were in place, even though they were outside her dress. They weren't causing much pain yet but were at least giving her a taste of what was to come. Joe got up and walked around in front of her, squatting down so he could look her directly in the eyes. Her eyes were watering and she was still gagging on the cock, catching quick breaths in between. Her nose was running and he wiped it with his thumb. Then, he smeared the mucus across her forehead and back into her hair. Her arms were straight out in front of her, her elbows resting in another pair of iron supports like the ones at her knees. She wasn't able to buckle those either so Joe took care of it for her. The steel pole that supported her arms also supported the long, black, rubber cock that was pushing past her gag muscle. Joe put his hand gently against the back of her head and pulled her forward, pushing the cock even deeper. She gave a quick convulsion then vomit shot out of her nose and around the cock, splashing all over the steel pole and the carpet. Joe nodded and stepped back, leaving the bile to burn her nostrils and throat. Patiently, Joe wiped up the mess, cleaning the carpet and his gear, wiping down and rinsing the leather and the brass buckles until they were good as new. He went into the bathroom and carefully took down the plastic shower curtain. She watched him through teary eyes, her nose and throat still burning. The only thing worse that that was how hungry her cunt was. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and now she needed to cum. She moved her ass, swaying from side to side, trying to make herself feel something down there. "You really are the pig aren't you? Deviant, worthless slut. Shaking your ass like that's going to turn me on? Do you think that your" he made quotes with his fingers "hot little cunt is going to get me all worked up?" He leaned close, looked her directly in the eye. "I know you. I am in your head. I own you." She nearly came as he said it, felt her cunt lips swelling and the juices running down her leg. "Damp, aren't you?" he laughed. He spit in her face, a big glob that hung from her right eyebrow and slowly slid down her cheek. She came for the first time then. Joe spread the shower curtain underneath her, protecting his gear. He pressed her head hard onto the cock again and she gagged but this time, she only spit up some bile, most of that through her nose. He watched it run down over her lips and hang in long, thin strands from her chin. Joe picked up the bucket he'd used to clean her up and rested the rim against the top of her head. He knelt behind and beside her, his legs leg pressed between her thighs. She immediately began humping him, grinding up and down as well as she could with the steel bar pressing into her hips. Slowly, Joe tilted the bucket, letting the watery mess drizzle over her head, soaking her hair, her face, and the top of the red dress. She came again, sucking hungrily for air through flared nostrils. He fucked her ass then, using her cunt juice to lube himself up. When he was finished with her, he pulled the strap across her shoulders and buckled it in place, pressing her chest into the floor and putting painful stress on her back and hips. Finally, he swung the last hinged piece up from the floor. It was measured to fit precisely between her opened ass cheeks. He took the three-inch diameter butt plug and rammed it home, then swung the metal bar upward and snapped the base of the plug into the slot that was cut there. The bar was mounted on a powerful spring. The idea was to tease her and it was working. As soon as it was planted in her ass, she started humping against it. But the spring kept it moving so she never got anything more than a horrible teasing sensation, enough to make her hot but not enough to make her cum. Joe came around in front of her again. She was completely secured, spit-roasted end-to-end with rubber cock, still dressed but now her clothes were a soaking wet, smelly mess. She was disgusting but that was what he wanted. Let her swim in it for a while. She'd stopped gagging on the big black cock, her throat must have acclimated to it. That was all right, he had more tricks up his sleeve. He'd pump up the inflatable cock-head later, when John was there. He looked at her one last time. Her hands were free - nothing restrained her from the elbows forward. When he designed the machine, he gave a lot of thought to that. He could have brought her forearms straight up and secured them to the pole, or taken them behind her back, or even mounted another pole to keep them stable. But in the end, he decided he liked this design. It accentuated how useless they were. Her hands were free, unfettered, unbound, but useless. She had them straight in front of her, fingers intertwined, almost a position of prayer. He leaned forward and kissed the thumbs and she looked up at him. He couldn't tell because of the huge cock in her mouth, but he thought she smiled. . . . is the next part 'off to the airport to get John'? or should the story end here? Send your comments . . .
WARNING: this story contains pain and bestiality which are not everyone's thing. It also contains very harsh treatment of a pain slut, so read at your own risk. If you don't like that kind of thing, please don't read it then post "wow, this is sick!" I'm warning you in advance. ================================================================= NOTE: Due to too many storylines going on at the same time, I am going to split the "daisy" story off from the "punana" story. Here's the map: Daisy modified (no chapter mark) is all punana Daisy modified ch 2: is all punana Daisy modified ch 3: introduces RL Daisy and includes a few scenes with punana Daisy modified ch 4: picks up RL Daisy's story and gives a last glimpse of punana then they split: Daisy modified ch 5 and forward will feature RL Daisy Daisy/punana ch 5 and forward will continue the punana story line. Thanks for your votes, ratings, and email D ================================================================= To the readers: I had got a bit tired of the punana stories, but after she herself wrote chapter 6, I was re-energized Hope you enjoy ch 7. D ================================================================= punana heard the door open behind it. it tried to turn its head but of course couldn't, the harness that kept its head tilted slightly back and staring straight ahead had very little give. it knew that it was early in the morning, the sun had come up just a little while ago and people and cars were beginning to appear on the street outside. punana no longer wondered where there were going, no longer wondered what kinds of lives they led, no longer even fantasized about the pretty women and handsome men as they walked by. Months ago, it might have. Months ago, it thought about how the men's cocks would feel or how the women's cunts would taste. But no longer. punana's mind rarely turned on anymore, there was no point. it's life was the machine. it's feet strapped to the device, legs pedalling for four hours, resting for fifteen minutes, then pedalling for another four hours, endlessly, endlessly, endlessly. In the beginning, when it slowed down, the jolts of electricity reminded it to start again, but by now, it never slowed down. it maintained its pace automatically. The last milking had ended quite a while ago, punana felts its huge titties swelling again, the hormones doing their job, the milk filling them, tiny drops already swelling through its nipples. punana knew the pain would come soon, then the machine would start up again and it would experience that near orgasmic release as the suction tubes allowed the milk to flow out of it and down into the tubes. punana didn't know for certain how long it had been connected to its device, but it knew that at least one summer, one autumn, and one winter had come and gone. Sometimes, it wondered how many dozens of gallons of milk it had produced. Sometimes, it wondered how many men had used its mouth and ass for their pleasure. Or how many women had let it lick and fuck them with its modified tongue. Or how many mares had been impregnated by the gallons of horse semen that had been collected from its huge, slack cunt after a good breeding session with someone's prize stallion. Another sound. The door closing and two people walking across the floor, circling punana. "Simply astonishing," one voice said. A man's voice, deep and powerful. "Yes." A woman. punana felt something stir inside its head. Something different. it was thinking. Wondering. it hadn't thought or wondered for a long time. it was afraid, it didn't want to think. it wanted to be part of the machine. Thinking reminded it that it had been human once. One of the people put their hand between punana's legs and touched its clitoris. "Aaaahhhhh!" punana screamed, its whole body jerking. Something stirred deep in the recesses of its brain. Nobody had touched its body like that in a long time. it hadn't cum since it was put on this machine so long ago, and it desperately craved to be touched. it opened its knees instinctively but that slowed down its pedaling and the machine sent a jolt of electricity through the pair of wires that ran the length of its labia. its body wanted to do something, its brain was sending signals but it didn't remember what they meant. Then, its mouth opened and it made a sound but it was garbled, muffled and the couple laughed. "Grunting like an animal," the woman said. The finger touched its clitoris again and it stopped pedaling, enjoying the pain now, remembering how much it craved it once, grinding away at the hand between its legs but then the woman pulled it away and punana grunted louder, panting hard and making short, high pitched animal sounds. it heard a 'crack' and felt a slicing pain across its ass cheeks and inched closer to orgasm. The man held the long thin cane in front of punana's face, then brought it down across its ass again, then again, harder and faster every time until punana was howling and cumming, jerking and spasming against its harness, belly and thighs tensed. it came over and over, listening, aroused even more by the sounds of what gushed out of all three of its holes and splashed on the floor. The smell reached its nostrils and turned it on even more. The hand stopped touching it and the cane stopped hitting its ass. it felt its eyes open wide and straining and it felt itself drooling, its entire body quivering and shaking in the aftermath of the flood of orgasms. Then, the milking machine kicked on and it started moaning again. its nipples were sore and tender, it would never get used to the harsh suction of the tubes, it felt like it was pulling its nipples right off of its udders. But this time, the pain was good and it came again. it only dimly felt someone - the man? the woman? - push their arm up into its cunt, fist closed, and start fucking it deep and fast. punana's head started to clear, it remembered those early days, those days full of fucking and spanking and...who were the people? Were there two? Or three? it stopped thinking and turned into an animal again, enjoying the sensations in its nipples and cunt. "Call him. We'll take her," the woman said. --- punana looked at itself in the mirror. it started crying but stood perfectly still. it was horrible. Horrible. "I don't know, Carol. I just don't think it's going to work." The man circled behind punana, looking at the dress and shaking his head. "Dear, can you try to put your legs together?" he chided. punana lifted its right foot and did its best, but its legs would not even close to shoulder width apart. it felt a gush as it moved, and again felt the warm trickle of cunt down the inside of its legs. The man shook his head. "I was right. Just look at those legs. Lexi, lift up your dress and show her your legs." punana bent and grabbed the hem of its skirt, pulled it up around its waist. it sniffed again, tears filling its eyes. The months and months of hormone and exercise had bulked its thighs up until each of them was nearly as wide around as its waist. And the mare labia, distended and dark brown, were so big, there was no way punana could close its legs. its eyes went to the clitoris, poking like a small carrot from between its thick cunt lips. Then, it looked upward slowly. its waist was tiny, Doctor Tom had seen to that long ago. And the 52DD titties hadn't gone down an inch since it left Tiffany and Master for its life in the milking machine. it was a freak. "Drop the dress, dear," Carol said softly. punana did, seeing immediately in the mirror that its stiff clitoris poked against the fabric like a small, erect penis. The front of the dress was already showing a small, damp stain. "Well, do you have any ideas?" the man asked punana. punana stared at him dumbly, trying to assemble something like a coherent thought. Then, its eyes went to his crotch and stayed there. it felt itself getting wet again. "He was right," Carol said. "You're not going to be able to have much of a conversation with her." punana felt Carol's hand sliding up its spine and turned around, mouth opened to kiss her, legs opening instinctively. Carol laughed and pushed her away. punana tilted its head and looked at Carol. "Poor thing. Look at her Daniel. She's like a dog," Carol said, reaching out and stroking punana's cheek. "She just wants to please her owner." "Let's get on with this, shall we?" Daniel said. "The show starts in an hour and we have to get her ready." Carol looked punana up and down again, shook her head and said, "this is as good as it gets, so let's make the best of it." "Bring a towel for her to sit on, I don't want the car seat getting messed up." punana felt something in its head but didn't know what it was so it ignored it. The beginning of a feeling of embarrassment, but just the beginning. --- "What the fuck, Daniel?" the tall blond woman said. She held the door open, turned and motioned to her husband. "Chris, come here, you have to see this!" She stepped back slowly and Daniel looked her up and down. "Beautiful as always, Wanda," he said. She was just under six feet and had a model's body packed into a skin-tight, metallic burgundy cocktail dress that barely covered her from nipples to crotch. Chris, a short, stocky man in an expensive black suit, came quickly to the door. He handed his drink to his wife who stepped back and opened the door wider. "Holy crap! Daniel, you've outdone yourself!" he laughed. punana saw the man and woman in the doorway and another twenty or so people inside the house and stopped walking. "What's wrong, dear?" Carol asked. punana turned and gave her a bewildered look, unable to articulate an objection. it felt something in its belly but didn't know what it was, just knew it was uncomfortable. More of the people inside looked toward the door, a few even stepped closer. punana felt its nipples starting to swell and its cunt getting wet. "You see that?" Daniel asked. "What?" Chris replied. Daniel took punana's elbow and it turned its head toward him. "It's like any animal. Wary of strangers, anxious that it might not do a good job." punana heard his words, digesting some of them, trying to figure out how they went together. "Well, let's find out, shall we?" Chris asked, taking punana's other arm. punana walked with them across the room, its legs bowed awkwardly, the slimy, sticky feeling on the insides of its thighs exciting it. Two women came up and stood directly in front of punana. Chris and Daniel stopped and let go of her arms. "What the fuck?" one of them asked. She was a medium-height woman with short brown hair and a man's body, slim hips, wide shoulders and no chest. She leaned forward and looked at the front of punana's skirt. There was a damp circle there now, about four inches across. "I think she likes you," Daniel said. punana looked from the woman to Daniel and back to the woman. "Fucking stupid, isn't she?" the woman laughed. She slapped punana hard across the face. punana smiled and touched its clit through the skirt. "M..mn...mo..." it stammered. Daniel leaned forward slightly toward the woman. "She wants you to do that again." The woman stared at punana, who calmly stroked its clitoris there in front of everyone. "Like this?" She swung her hand again, raising another bright red mark on punana's cheek. punana moaned and pinched its clit hard. "Get her in the frame," the woman said, a harsh edge to her voice now. punana was quickly stripped naked and led into a large room at the back of the house. There was a simple wooden frame in the middle of the room. punana was secured in it, spread wide in a big X, wrists and ankles shackled, every other part of its body exposed and available. They left it there for quite a while before they started playing with it. With most of the others they'd brought in, being naked, exposed, and completely vulnerable to a room full of strangers had a shaming and humiliating effect that wore them down and made their responses to the beatings even worse. The effect was completely lost on punana. it stood proudly showing itself, its body craving pain. After so long in that room, it had forgotten how to be around other people, but memories were beginning to break through. it know some of them wanted to fuck it. it knew some of them wanted to hurt it. it didn't know what they were going to do specifically but it didn't care. it just wanted them to get on with it. Several of them came by and inspected punana's parts. The overly swollen titties, the inch long nipples, the tiny waist, the heavily modified tongue -- the under-muscle cut and two inches of the tip hardened so it could effectively fuck a cunt or an asshole, whichever it was presented. But what drew the most attention was the horse-cunt. Doctor Tom had done an amazing job transplanting the big, thick, brown mare labia onto punana's body and the effect was not lost on the group. One of them produced a photo and held it up against punana's belly. "Yep, this is the one." He held the photo up for punana to see. It was a picture taken months ago -- punana could see the snow outside the big window -- of a midsized stallion mounting something that was barely visible underneath it. punana recognized it as its milking room. The horse was fucking punana. it felt its cunt gushing and wanted the men to touch it. "Maybe we'll take her back to the barn after they're done with her here?" he laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "yes, please," punana whispered, its voice coming back to it slowly. The man leaned closer and spit, a huge glob of saliva landing on the left side of its nose. It dripped down its cheek and punana opened its mouth and pushed its long tongue out, licking the goo slowly and closing its eyes, savoring the humiliation. "All right," the blond woman announced, walking close to punana and clapping her hands. "We want to thank Carol and Daniel for their gift to us. Now as you know, this one has no limits whatsoever." There was a short burst of applause from the group. "But, I do. I do not want anything happening in my home that will bring the police. So. No blood, no broken bones, no... well, that about cover it actually." Quiet chuckling around the room. "You've all picked numbers, both those of you who want to work alone and those of you who are working in groups." She turned sideways toward punana. "As you can see, our guest is very eager to get started." She reached out slowly and took a nipple in each hand, between her thumb and forefinger and pulled hard. punana's head went back and it moaned. The woman twisted and pulled for another two full minutes, the group listening to punana's obvious arousal sounds. When she let go, she pushed a finger between punana's legs, made a puzzled face to the audience, then leaned down and pushed her whole hand easily into punana's cunt. They all laughed. She pulled her hand out and held it up. "Soaking." The crowd applauded. "So, who's got number 1?" --- The first man took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. The crowd murmured, nudging each other, talking about some of his past performances. "A tough one to go first," someone said. "She can take it, look at that body," another one answered. The man walked to the glass-front cabinet against the wall and opened it. He fingered several canes and crops and finally came away with a three-foot long piece of flexible graphite. "Oh, fuck," someone commented. "Mark, leave something for us, OK?" Mark smiled and swished the cane through the air, the whistling sound high and sharp. punana looked at it puzzled, it had never seen something like this before. It was black and thin and more flexible than anything it could remember cutting away at its body before. "Are you ready?" the woman asked. Mark nodded. She pressed a button the timer and said, "ten minutes. Go." He rested the cane across punana's belly, just underneath its belly-button. Then, he swung his arm back and brought it down hard. punana screamed, it had never felt pain like this before. It sliced right through its entire body, pain exploding all the way from its toes to its fingertips to its eyeballs. Daniel stepped forward and put his hand on Mark's forearm. "Mark, there are eighteen of us..." Mark nodded. He walked slowly around behind punana and laid the cane across the top slops of its ass, raised it and swung hard again. punana's body jerked forward and it pulled its arms, shaking the wooden frame wildly. Mark lined its ass five times, each mark spaced almost exactly an inch below the one before. punana was sweating and trembling, the pain making its vision blurry and its cunt soak. Mark stepped around in front of punana and touched its cunt. it swayed and moaned, begging "yes, yes, yes" over and over until he dropped his hand and stepped to the side. He laid the cane across its belly again, this time just underneath its big udders. He pulled back his arm and swung hard, raising his aim and bringing it down across her titties, just underneath the nipples. it screamed again and a few beads of milk bubbled to the surface of the nipples. Mark wiped one with his fingertip, tasted it, and smiled. Then, he stepped slightly further back and rested the cane across the tops of punana's nipples. it registered fear now, its nipples were more sensitive than any other part of its body. He raised the cane and swished it in the air. punana was crying now, actively begging him not to hit her. He rested the cane across the top of her nipples again, lifted it again, swished the air. punana went limp, its knees weak, its head dropping forward on its chest. Mark slowly slid the cane down the front of punana's body. The crowd held its breath, watching punana tremble, its body tensing as it wondered what he was going to do next. Mark swatted the front of punana's thighs, up and down from knee to crotch, a total of a dozen lines showing red and bright on its flesh. Finally, he brought the crop up again, resting it across punana's nipples. He turned to the group. "Should I?" There were a few "no"s in the group, but most of them entire nodded or cheered him on. He ran the crop up and down on her nipples, touching the top, the front, the underside. punana moaned and opened its legs. Someone in the crowd made a disgusted noise and Mark looked down. There was a long strand of milky something hanging between punana's legs, a glob of it on the floor underneath it. Mark brought the crop down and rested it across punana's crotch, just across the middle of the mare lips. He swung it and punana threw its head back, not screaming this time but gasping for breath and whispering "again, again". Mark swung harder this time and punana moaned louder, "yes, yes, yes". Three more blows and punana came, its body jerking back and forth while Mark tapped much more lightly now across its belly. "Time!" the blond called and Mark walked back to the cabinet on the wall, the crowd giving him an enthusiastic round of applause.
1 This is the third time i've tried to write about the weekend. David rejected the first two attempts because He said they did not go into enough detail about how i was used. So i will try again. This time, i will begin earlier and try to be more descriptive of myself, of the cumslut pigslut and painslut i am. All day long at work on Friday, my cunt was sopping wet. David always found new ways to turn me on and this week was no different. From Monday morning, i had large dildoes in both my pussy and ass every minute except when i was using the toilet or fucking. On Monday morning just after ten, a man showed up at our office and said he had a package for me. He walked me into the stairwell and down to the parking garage, where he pushed me into a van. There were three men inside who stripped me and fucked me on a small mattress pad, then smeared their cum all over me, including my face and hair. They put the dildoes back in my holes, then added a leather harness that held some kind of remote control vibrator hard against my cunt. "Watch," one of them said. He made a call on his cell phone and i jerked slightly as the vibrator went into action. It hummed for about fifteen seconds then stopped. He laughed. "Some of those units you have to call the right number. Not this one." He dialed another number and the thing went off again. It lasted longer this time and i felt my pussy getting wet. "Any cell phone within twenty feet will set it off. Sometimes, it will be five seconds, sometimes a full minute." Two of the others pulled out cell phones and proved their point. The cumslut me felt my cunt getting more and more wet. i knew what was coming. He threw me my clothes. "Back to work, bitch." i put my clothes back on and went to the elevator, smelling the cum all over my face and touching where it was dried in my hair. Just before the elevator opened, the vibrator started up again. i had to concentrate to step into the elevator. i wondered if the others could hear the sound. If so, they were polite about it. All day long, i tried to focus on what i was doing but couldn't. Someone would dial and the vibrator would go off. i spent most of the rest of the morning walking the halls. i knew that if i sat down at my desk, i'd cum and everyone would see. At least while i was talking, i had a chance to duck into a bathroom or act like i was going through a file cabinet. Working at an insurance company, a lot of the workers ignored each other, spending their energy on the telephone. That was good and bad. Good because most of them wouldn't even notice me. Bad because a lot of their work was done on cell phones. cumslut me craved it but Diane was scared. Someone would see, i would lose my job. By three o'clock, i was spending all of my time in a stall in the ladies' room, doubled over on a toilet, shivering with orgasm after orgasm. cumslut was in heaven. The most frustrating thing was when there was a long pause between calls. i couldn't decide whether or not to try and get up and leave the room. Then, another call would set the device off and i'd close my eyes and lean back against the wall, praying it would last long enough for me to cum. The phones started slowing down around four and by five, i was able to wipe my face off with cold water and walk back to my cubicle. There were a stack of notes on my chair. "X wanted to see you." "Y wanted to see you." "Z is wondering if you're coming to the meeting." By six, i was home for a quick bite and shower, then spent the rest of the night servicing the callers David sent. It was a steady stream from seven till midnight, one per hour and always the same. David sold me as a package. i opened the door dressed in a French Maid outfit and gave them a drink to enjoy while i sucked on their cock for ten minutes, then stripped and had them follow me into the playroom. i offered them an assortment of ropes and clamps, crops and canes, whips and floggers that they were encouraged to use on me for the next thirty minutes. Then, a blow job or anal sex, and out the door in time for me to dress for the next man. At midnight, i would reinsert the dildoes and strap them into place, then go to bed. But i wouldn't sleep. Always, always, they failed to hurt me the way i needed to be hurt. i would find ways to finish the job. This week, i used rubber bands. i wrapped them around my thighs and titties, pulled them hard and let them snap against me, rubbing my clit until i came. Then, i would do it again. By three or four, i would fall asleep exhausted, only to wake up with the alarm at six to start all over again. My nights have been this way for several months now, ever since i gave myself to David. i knew what i wanted and knew he was the one to give it to me. i often wonder about my decision but it's too late now. i am his. i started by telling you i would describe this last weekend in detail. So much happened and i was in such a fog that i can only do my best. Friday night, one of David's drivers picked me up after work. i was a complete wreck by then. Five day of non stop cumming were taking their toll on me. Marco found me wandering the first floor hallway, dialing random numbers on my own cell phone to make the vibrator hum. i would dial a number and feel the incredible feeling between my legs, start walking quickly to make the dildoes inside me move. Sometimes i'd find a bench or a railing and push backward against it, humping myself like an animal, pushing those rubber cocks deeper into me. Marco reached for my telephone and i jerked my hand back, snarling. He laughed and slapped me across the face. i turned and stumbled away, fingers poking desperately at the buttons on the phone. The vibrator turned on again and i leaned against the wall, felt a huge orgasm shaking my body, then the hum stopped and i screamed at him. "Bastard!" i threw the phone then my eyes shot open wide with panic. No! i ran for it but it was too late, Marco picked it up and shoved it in his pocket. i threw my arms around him and started kissing him, but he ignored me. "Come on, whore, we have a gig for you." He took my arm and led me back to the parking garage, pushed me into the passenger seat of his BMW. He pulled my arms behind the back of the seat and snapped handcuffs on my wrists, then slammed the door shut. i heard the lock click and saw him walk around to the other side. My eyes frantically looked around for a phone. Marco pulled his phone out of his pocket every few minutes and wave it in front of my face, laughing. My cunt was on fire, i squirmed to push the cocks into me but it was no use. They were too small. i laughed. On Monday they hurt when they were pushed into me, now they were too small for me. Marco took me to a run down motel outside of town. Last time i wrote this, i said it was a terrible cliche but David corrected me. It is exactly where i belong. A pigslut flat on my back on the floor, laying on a crusty carpet in a sleazy motel fucking dirty, filthy strangers who stank of beer and cigarettes. Friday night was fuck and flog night. i was passed from man to man in three different rooms. In one, they dressed me in a blond wig and Marilyn Monroe dress and made me pull my dress up over my head while they whipped my tits and belly. As a pigslut, i do not deserve to be compared to Marilyn, but it amused them and i am their toy, so i did it. After each flogging, i would beg for more but they would stop, telling me they were finished with me and someone in the next room wanted me. i was dragged into the bathroom and made to change my outfit. In the second room, i was a redhead in a pony tails and schoolgirl uniform, the white top tied just underneath my huge and sore titties, and a plaid micro skirt that just barely covered my ass and pussy. In that room, they caned my bottom in classic British form-school style. That room was the hardest for painslut. The cane is always the worst, but i willingly take the pain for David. And i enjoy it. i crave it. i enjoy the pain and want more. David, when you read this, please tell them to use me harder next time, if it pleases you. i do not know how long they passed me back and forth between those two rooms, my mind knew nothing but pain and orgasm. When I was not being whipped, there were nearly always two men inside me, fucking my cunt and ass, sometimes both of them stretching my cunt with their cocks. When i was allowed to cum, they pointed and laughed, swilling their beer and scratching their fat bellies. i sometimes dribble when i cum and it is humiliating. i feel devastated and must say it for them. i must tell them that i am embarrassed and that i want to clean it up, that i want to lick the carpet, to suck my own pussy juice from the dirty no-tell motel floor. David, this is so humiliating, to admit this and then to have to put it in writing again here. Knowing it will be read by hundreds of strangers. They will picture me on my knees, dripping with cum and sweat, mouth pressed against the matted indoor/outdoor carpeting, sucking up who knows whatever filth is in that fabric from years of neglect. David, please, must i write this? i am sorry. Yes, i must write this. A pigslut does not make those judgments and you insisted on more description. More precise description. i was Marilyn. i brushed the wig out of my eyes, looked around the room at the eight men there. Most of them in underpants, some with towels wrapped around them, two of them naked. One of them stood up, looking bored, and motioned for me to raise the dress. i pulled it up around my neck as i'd been doing all night. "Lower it, bitch, it's covering your face." i lowered it a few inches. "I want to see your eyes when I do this." He picked up a bull whip from the floor. i stared at it, frozen with fear. Nobody had ever used one of those on me, David didn't even have one in his playrooms. i wondered where the man got it. Some of the men noticed my fear and nudged each other. i heard them talking about me, about how scared i looked. They had been at me for over three hours and this was the first time i actually looked afraid. Some of them sat up, slid to the edge of the bed, others stepped closer to me. i was trembling now. The man with the bull whip saw that he had a special moment here and slowed things down. He told me to take the dress completely off. i did. Then the wig. i did that too. i was completely naked and exposed now, not even the false identify to hide behind. He told me to hold my arms out straight at my sides. i lifted my hands, felt the weight of my titties on my chest as they rose. my nipples were stiff and hard, my cunt swollen. i feared the pain but the anticipation was stronger. i felt my pussy dripping, felt the juice running down the insides of my thighs. They were jeering now, pointing at my nipples and cunt, talking about me and what a complete painslut David had given them. i was about to be cruelly beaten and i was about to cum. i watched the man with the whip as he coiled it slowly in his hand. His eyes stared at me, he was gauging my fear, waiting for the right moment. i felt my knees going weak, i wanted so desperately to cum. He dropped the tasseled end to the floor, pulled his arm back and gave the whip a quick snap. It made a loud crack several feet behind him and everyone smiled and laughed. my pussy ached for him to get started, i knew i would cum the first time i felt that leather bite into my tits. i wanted him to beat me until i fell to the floor, then roll over and open my pigslut hole for them to fuck all night. But, he just stood there and started coiling the whip in his hand again. David, the anticipation was horrible and i couldn't stand it. i started begging him to whip me. He didn't move. i yelled at the others, aren't any of you man enough to do it? Come on, you fucking tough guys, do it! Then, my body exploded with pain. i wrapped my arms around myself, the pain across my belly was incredible. i saw the man's big grin, saw that he was missing a tooth, saw that he'd rolled up his arms and his biceps were huge and tattooed. "Yaaaah, bitch, I'll show you a tough guy!" i did my best to keep my arms raised but after the whip sliced across my titties twice more, i couldn't help it. i couldn't help it and i turned to the room and yelled for someone to hold my arms. Two men grabbed my elbows and wrists and pulled my arms wide apart. my legs went weak and i nearly fell to the floor. The men held me upright and i watched the man with the whip. He was standing still, breathing slowly, getting his bearings. i heard myself begging him not to hit me again. The painslut in me was wide eyed and excited, craving it, screaming for it but my instincts won out and my voice was begging him to stop. The man with the whip coiled it again and adjusted his stance. i saw his arm swing behind him then come around and i felt the whip slice sideways across the bottom of my titties. i struggled and wrestled but my body was on fire. i came after the third stroke and started begging louder for him to hit me again, again, harder. His face tightened into a grimace and the battle of wills began. He hit me harder and harder and my body responded by cumming and cumming. He was panting now, breathing hard and moving his blows up and down the front of my body, from my tits to my belly to my crotch and back again. After a long, long time - a long time David, an incredibly long time - one of the other men stepped up and waved his hand, told him to stop, there were other guys in the room who wanted me. He wiped an ocean of sweat off of his forehead and handed the whip to the next man. i panicked, i wasn't sure how much more i could take. A fresh man, not tired from fifteen plus minutes of whipping me. i looked around the room. If each of them took a turn... 2 i woke with my face buried in the smelly sheets of the motel bed. A man was fucking my ass, slamming hard into me, his hands holding my hips hard, fingers digging into me. i realized i'd passed out. i still have no idea what they did to me, if they kept on with the bull whip or of they just laid me down. David, is there a video? Do i even care? No, i don't. After he came in my ass, he rolled me over and announced that i was awake. i felt the pain shooting across the front of my body, everything was on fire. One of them held my head while another poured half a bottle of beer into my open mouth. I drank some, enjoying the change of the cool liquid running down my body. They told me to clean up, change into the schoolgirl outfit and head next door for my caning. i could barely walk so two of them helped me up off of the bed, into my new outfit, and walked me down the hall. They knocked on the door of the second room, then left me leaning against the door jamb. As soon as i got into the room, they told me to show them the stripes from Team Marilyn's whipping. It didn't register until i'd peeled off the flimsy outfit and they talked about the marks on my body that there was a contest going on. i dropped to my knees and crawled to the closest man, reached for his cock, took it in my mouth. He laughed and pushed me away. He said something like 'no, honey, that was round one'. They made me stand in the middle of the room and show off my marks while two of them took pictures. i noticed a laptop computer on a table. It showed photos of me earlier, on my knees, on my back with my legs spread wide, a close-up of two cocks shoved into my pussy. i realized they were looking at a website of pictures of me. One of them noticed me looking and he walked me to the table. He clicked something on the desktop and i saw a movie running in a small window. It was me in the other room, body writhing as the man with the bullwhip beat me. i shook my head, muttered no, no, no but knew it was pointless. Someone threw me on the bed and the fucking started. i was on my side, one of them stuffing his cock into my cunt and another in my ass. It was wonderful and i came right away. They were slamming me hard, laughing and chatting about my cunt and how it felt. The man in my ass complained that it was getting a little loose and he could use some tension. i tried to clench but couldn't. They kept talking and i felt hands moving between my legs. Someone pulled my leg up, opening me wider. Then, they slowed down, still fucking in unison but slower. One of them said something about moving closer. It didn't register until i felt his cock sliding out of my cunt. Immediately, i knew what he had in mind, they were both going to fuck my ass. i tried to relax, thought of every trick i knew to loosen myself up but the more i thought about it the more frightened i felt. my attention was focused completely between my legs, trying to make sure i was laying in the best position for this invasion, relaxing my knees, my hips. Then there was another explosion of pain as something snapped against the soles of my feet. Rubber bands. Thick rubber bands. Two, three, four on each foot, mercilessly snapping against my soles. Hands were holding my ankles and my hips were shaking back and forth. The second cockhead pressed against my sphincter and i tried to keep my focus on relaxing but it was no use. Every time one of the rubber bands snapped, my cunt and ass tightened up. Then, it stopped. i heard panting all around me, from the men who were fucking me to the ones who were holding me to the ones snapping the rubber bands. Time froze for a moment. my body relaxed and my hip settled back to the bed. Then, the cock inside me slid slowly out. When he was about halfway, i felt the other cock pushing against it, against me. i muttered no, no, no but they pushed slow and insistent. They were going inside me, there was no question. i did what i could to relax but felt like i was being ripped open. When both cockheads were inside me, the men shuddered then lay still. i didn't know what to think until they both started moving again. Inch by awful inch, they pushed deeper and deeper into me. painslut took over and whispered into someone's ear "deeper, deeper". i felt the cocks bottom out against me, they were all the way in. Then, my body started moving on its own, sliding up and down, impaling and splitting myself on the huge double shaft that was deep inside. They were talking about me again, pigslut, whore, hole, and i was getting more and more turned on. i pumped harder, harder, yelled for them to snap the rubber bands again. i heard the snap, felt my ass clench and screamed for more, more, more. The men came after just a few minutes, pulled their cocks out of me. i screamed for more, grabbed the nearest man and pulled him down to the bed, begging him to fuck my ass. He stood up and jumped off of the bed. i opened my eyes and saw a dozen men's faces staring at me, laughing, high fiving each other, talking about me in the most vile and depraved ways they could imagine. How could they not? i was less than an animal, just a thing to hurt and fuck. At some time, someone announced that it was one o'clock and Room Three was now open. There was a cheer from everyone in the room and someone helped me to my feet. One of them leaned in close and whispered "I feel sorry for you. Warm up is over." They gathered up their beer bottles and ashtrays and headed into the hallway. David, i have begged you not to make me write about what happened in Room Three. i will because you tell me to. i am telling the readers that i begged you because it pleases you to have me reveal myself to them as a pervert, a pigslut, and a sometimes coward. 3 David's pigslut has to describe the taste of the carpet. Before they took me to Room Three, one more man wanted to fuck me. He pulled out just before he came and shot a huge wad of cum on the carpet. He laughed and told me to clean it up. i started to go down on my knees, but he held up his hand. i watched while he ground the cum into the carpet with the ball of his foot. He smiled and held up his foot. Obediently, i started licking it clean. It was scaly and dirty. He pushed his big toe into my mouth and i gagged. my tongue tasted the jam between his toes and i had to do everything i could not to throw up. David, please, please, next time maybe at least not this? [i have to write this because you told me to. When David read the first draft of this journal, he immediately telephoned the man - Jeff - and had him come to our home. While i prepared dinner naked and stuffed with an ass dildo, he and Jeff played tennis at the courts at the high school. When they came home, my 'penance' was to give his sweaty, smelly body a tongue bath. Every inch of him. i threw up three times. David let me clean it with a sponge and bucket but i had to keep licking Jeff until he and David agreed i was finished. i did his toes three times and his ass crack twice. Jeff, please, if you are reading this, know that i will always be available to you for this service.] When he was satisfied, he pointed at the carpet. i got on my knees and leaned forward, easing my nose to the carpet. It stank of sweat, cigarette, and dampness. i put my tongue out and pressed it flat on the carpet, took a long lick across the surface. i gagged, felt lint and small bits of something gritty on my tongue. He nudged me with his foot and i went down again. i licked again and again, struggling not to vomit, trying to hold my breath. But i couldn't. i took a deep whiff and felt the bile in my throat again. It stayed down and i licked a few more times. Hopefully, i looked up at Jeff but he shook his head and said "the rest". i gave him a puzzled look and he said "suck the rest out". i felt my stomach knot and tears came to my eyes. i pressed my mouth against the carpet and sucked gently. He laughed and yelled at me, spit on it and suck it out, you know, like a carpet steamer. i saw several of the men come back into the room. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw their feet and legs as they gathered closer. The sounds of my sucking on the disgusting fabric of the carpet filled the room. The sickly sweet taste flooded over my tongue and i had to force myself to swallow each little bit. Jeff kept pushing my head back against the carpet telling me to finish the job. Finally, someone from outside the room yelled for him to move it along and he pulled me to my feet. "I guess you're finished" he said. 4 Room Three was a corner room, twice as large as the others with a two story ceiling. It was a beautiful space in which to use me and i want to thank each of you for taking the time to do so. my hungry cunt and depraved and available flesh thank you and want to do it again. All twenty two men were in Room Three when Jeff led me in. Fat, drunk, strong and smelly men who all wanted another chance at me, another chance to fuck my holes and hurt me. pigslut was aroused, hot, ready, body begging for them to take me further, further. The furniture had all been rearranged, there was no sofa, no table, no armchairs, nothing in the room except a single terrifying device in the middle of the room. i recognized it immediately. A simple wooden horse. David, i know you want me to mention here that i have always considered this the most humiliating and disturbing device ever invented. i have been on the wooden horse several times and each time it has taken days to recover. The constant shifting of weight from feet to arms to crotch, the inevitability of exhaustion and pain, the humiliation of being so open and exposed make this the worst experience i can imagine. It is natural to assume you would have subjected me to it at some point. i knew it was no use, but i stepped backward toward the door. Jeff held me and walked me into the room. The men nudged each other, some of them looking at their watches and taking bets. Someone put leather cuffs around my wrists and straps around my thighs, attached them so each hand was secured. One of them stood behind me and pushed something up my ass, i had no idea and no longer cared what it was. He told me to start fucking it and i did. A few of them laughed. Another man wrapped ropes around the base of my titties, tied them tight, then stood in front of me and slapped them hard for several minutes. Tears were streaming down my face and i was fucking up and down hard on whatever object was up my ass. He finally got bored and stopped, but another man replaced him, a twelve-inch wooden ruler in his hand. He smacked my tits top and bottom while i moaned and cried. i heard comments around the room about how i was taking it and not screaming, not begging them to stop. They still didn't know. A painslut does not give up, a painslut craves more. And i was craving more. i pushed down harder and harder on the stiff invader in my ass, felt my orgasm building. The man who was hitting my tits stopped and i screamed at him to come back. Instead, i felt the object pulled from my ass and i stumbled a few steps forward, trying to catch my balance. i turned around and saw one of the men wiping brown matter off of a long handled flashlight. Someone grabbed me and spun me around, held me still. Another man brought a pair of alligator teeth clamps and attached them to my nipples. my cunt was tight and dry, i knew that no matter how much they played with me, no matter what i offered or gave them, the wooden horse waited patiently for me to climb on. The man who had used the bullwhip on me stepped forward and ran his hand over my swollen and purple tits. He scratched his fingernails across the marks he'd made earlier and i cringed. My legs went weak and i dropped to my knees. Hands grabbed me from behind and stood me up, he continued scratching along the marks he'd made on my belly and crotch. The pain flooded over me and my cunt sprang alive, dripping and swollen. i whispered quietly for him to get the bull whip and use it on me again. He laughed and pressed his thumb against my lower lip. Reflexively, i opened my mouth. He spit into it and told me to swallow. The men started laughing and began lining up. They pushed me to my knees, held my head back, mouth open and one by one drizzled globs of saliva into my mouth. i was told not to swallow. After five or six of them, the spit was overflowing, dripping down my cheeks and neck, then down my body. i didn't start crying until i felt it dripping down my legs and pooling around my knees. i heard them moving the cameras around and one of them said he didn't get it all so they started again, holding my mouth open and violating me with their spit. i was shuddering, the humiliation so intense i could feel it. They were not just abusing me, they were broadcasting it to the world. And taping it. The humiliation would happen over and over. When the cameraman said 'enough', they told me to swallow what was in my mouth. i did, gagging again and nearly throwing up. Then, without warning, the hands were on me and i was lifted up and carried to the horse. [i am afraid to break the flow but David has given me permission to insert some background. There are many ways to ride the horse, each is painful and terrible in its own way. Once you are set on the horse, your arms and legs need to be dealt with. Sometimes, the knees are bent and the ankles tied behind the back, often the wrists are tied to the ankles. This gives the rider the option of rising up a bit, trading the pain between her legs for pain through her ankles and knees. This can go on for a long time until the muscles in the legs tire. [Sometimes, the legs are left hanging down. Sometimes, weights are added to the ankles to intensify the effects of gravity. [Sometimes, the arms are tied above the head and secured to the ceiling. Again, the rider can pull herself up to take her weight off of her crotch but eventually her arms will tire. That is the worse part, the knowledge that no matter what one does, it is only temporary relief.] Since my wrists were already secured to my thighs, it was an easy decision how to bind me. They added ankle straps to my outfit and connected them to the D rings at my wrists. That left me with none of the choices i was familiar with, there was nowhere to go to relieve the pressure of the rounded wooden wedge that pressed against my tender flesh. i was already exhausted and knew that i could not last long on the horse. They moved the cameras around, one of them focused on my face, one was closeup between my legs and the other took a full body shot. One of the men brought a wall clock from the other room and set it on the floor in front of me. i heard the others start taking, bills were changing hands, they were betting how long i could endure the ride. But, what was the option? i was scared, didn't know if David was even in the room. When they said 'how long?' i had to wonder 'how long until what?' The men were yelling out numbers, some cheering me on to last, others describing how much it must hurt and that i should beg them to stop. i tried to ignore the feeling, tried to focus on something in the room but their voices always distracted me. i couldn't focus on anything except my aching bottom. i shifted slightly from left to right but it cause more pain than relief and i moaned. i leaned forward slightly, then back, but it made no difference. Any movement only brought more pain. i closed my eyes and started breathing deeper, trying to shift into a different space, but someone pinched the clamp off of my left nipple and pain exploded through my head. i jerked to the lift, felt the effect between my legs and struggled to get back my balance. The clock crept slowly forward. It was only six minutes before i was ready to give up. i was in so much pain i couldn't think, couldn't even guess how to beg them to let me go. Then, i heard someone's voice talking about the bull whip, he wanted to use the bull whip on me while i rode the horse. i felt my cunt twitch and my nipples stiffen, the thought excited me. i had to stay perfectly still, if they had the slightest idea i wanted it they would have done it. David, i am sorry, i could not bring it on myself, i could not, i will next time if you like. i am shuddering now and want to cum but must keep writing. i heard myself begging from somewhere far off. i was drifting in the room, looking at my body on the horse, titties still tied and swollen, breath shallow, body trembling. Some of the men were picking up money they'd won because i'd lasted so long, others were making new bets. i was a complete toy to them, an object to amuse them. i repeated over and over that i wanted off, that i couldn't last any longer but nobody listened to me. i looked around for you, David, but didn't see you. i leaned forward involuntarily, gasped loudly as the pain shot through me, jerked back erect. Someone pulled the other clamp from my right nipple and i screamed again. i watched dizzily as more money changed hands. Men were drinking cold beers, smoking, taking pictures. i felt my body jerk backward, then back to center again. Then, i heard you, David, command them to take me off. i closed my eyes and moaned as they lifted me up and carried me into the other room. i felt hard wood against my back, felt my hands pulled over my head, the leather cuffs removed and metal clamps put in their place. Someone spread my legs and i felt cool metal clamping my ankles to the wooden platform. The straps on my thighs stayed. my cunt was dry again but the pain between my legs was receding. i felt hands on my head, holding it still. Someone pulled my eyelid up and i saw you, David. You were leaning forward, motioned to one of the men to hold my eye open. i recognized them right away, David, the blackened contact lenses you'd had me fitted for months ago. When they were both in place, the world went black for me. i heard clanking sounds and felt the wooden platform rise upward from the floor. Then, it tilted and i was at a forty-five degree angle, head down. Something pushed at my lips and i opened my mouth. Someone on his knees was fucking my face, balls slapping against my forehead. He pushed his cock deep and held it there, gagging me. i felt a thumb pushed against my perineum and i gasped, tightening my throat around his cock. i heard a few approving voices and that became the game for the next six men. The would push their cocks as deep as they could into my throat then press my tender muscle, enjoying the constriction of my throat. Press, release, press, release, over and over until they unloaded into my belly. They'd pull themselves out, cum drizzling up my nostrils and over my eyelids, onto my forehead. When the last man finished, they slammed the table upright. my bones shook from the quick jerking motion. They spun the table around, i was vertical now, head high. It was frightening, not knowing who was where, what they were planning. Then, i heard familiar voices and knew that the bullwhip was coming out again. And they were taking bets. Someone explained it to me, a whimper paid odds, a scream paid better odds but complete silence was a win for me. They didn't tell me what i would win but it didn't matter. They had no obligation to give me anything anyway. Hands ran over my body, someone untied the ropes from around my breasts. Pain shot through them as the circulation started again. It was quit for a minute. The first stroke came across my belly, just below my navel. It was clumsy and didn't hurt. They laughed at the man, teasing him, you pussy! i felt his fingers twist and pull my nipple but it hardly mattered after everything else. The second stroke was intense and i screamed. This man had practiced. He slashed across the top of both breasts, i was sure he'd whipped them off. There was talking, laughing, money changed hands. Someone kissed me and whispered thanks. i felt a finger slid up into my cunt. Did he shove money inside me? It went on that way for a long time, money changing hands, my body weaker and weaker. Finally the room went quiet. i listened intently but there was no sound, it was like they'd all left. But they couldn't have, i would have heard. David, what was next was exquisite. i felt a tongue slide between my cunt lips and lick my clit and nearly exploded. i bucked my hips hard, but the tongue went away. Something slid up inside me, filling my cunt. Then, it started growing. Something hand pumped, inflatable. The tongue came back and i felt my cunt swelling again. Then, the inflatable grew. And grew. My cunt was stretched, it felt like it was the size of a beach ball. But the tongue kept coming back, one lick at a time. The agony between licks was incredible. When i started to cum, there was another explosion of pain across my belly. A flogger, two dozen tails biting hard into my flesh. i came and came, the painslut going insane. Finally, they pulled the fully inflated balloon out of my cunt. i collapsed against the board. The rest of the night was mostly fucking again, one, two, three at a time. No wig, no costume, no whips and ropes. i passed out several times, mostly from simple exhaustion. It had been a long week.
1 This is the third time i've tried to write about the weekend. David rejected the first two attempts because He said they did not go into enough detail about how i was used. So i will try again. This time, i will begin earlier and try to be more descriptive of myself, of the cumslut pigslut and painslut i am. All day long at work on Friday, my cunt was sopping wet. David always found new ways to turn me on and this week was no different. From Monday morning, i had large dildoes in both my pussy and ass every minute except when i was using the toilet or fucking. On Monday morning just after ten, a man showed up at our office and said he had a package for me. He walked me into the stairwell and down to the parking garage, where he pushed me into a van. There were three men inside who stripped me and fucked me on a small mattress pad, then smeared their cum all over me, including my face and hair. They put the dildoes back in my holes, then added a leather harness that held some kind of remote control vibrator hard against my cunt. "Watch," one of them said. He made a call on his cell phone and i jerked slightly as the vibrator went into action. It hummed for about fifteen seconds then stopped. He laughed. "Some of those units you have to call the right number. Not this one." He dialed another number and the thing went off again. It lasted longer this time and i felt my pussy getting wet. "Any cell phone within twenty feet will set it off. Sometimes, it will be five seconds, sometimes a full minute." Two of the others pulled out cell phones and proved their point. The cumslut me felt my cunt getting more and more wet. i knew what was coming. He threw me my clothes. "Back to work, bitch." i put my clothes back on and went to the elevator, smelling the cum all over my face and touching where it was dried in my hair. Just before the elevator opened, the vibrator started up again. i had to concentrate to step into the elevator. i wondered if the others could hear the sound. If so, they were polite about it. All day long, i tried to focus on what i was doing but couldn't. Someone would dial and the vibrator would go off. i spent most of the rest of the morning walking the halls. i knew that if i sat down at my desk, i'd cum and everyone would see. At least while i was talking, i had a chance to duck into a bathroom or act like i was going through a file cabinet. Working at an insurance company, a lot of the workers ignored each other, spending their energy on the telephone. That was good and bad. Good because most of them wouldn't even notice me. Bad because a lot of their work was done on cell phones. cumslut me craved it but Diane was scared. Someone would see, i would lose my job. By three o'clock, i was spending all of my time in a stall in the ladies' room, doubled over on a toilet, shivering with orgasm after orgasm. cumslut was in heaven. The most frustrating thing was when there was a long pause between calls. i couldn't decide whether or not to try and get up and leave the room. Then, another call would set the device off and i'd close my eyes and lean back against the wall, praying it would last long enough for me to cum. The phones started slowing down around four and by five, i was able to wipe my face off with cold water and walk back to my cubicle. There were a stack of notes on my chair. "X wanted to see you." "Y wanted to see you." "Z is wondering if you're coming to the meeting." By six, i was home for a quick bite and shower, then spent the rest of the night servicing the callers David sent. It was a steady stream from seven till midnight, one per hour and always the same. David sold me as a package. i opened the door dressed in a French Maid outfit and gave them a drink to enjoy while i sucked on their cock for ten minutes, then stripped and had them follow me into the playroom. i offered them an assortment of ropes and clamps, crops and canes, whips and floggers that they were encouraged to use on me for the next thirty minutes. Then, a blow job or anal sex, and out the door in time for me to dress for the next man. At midnight, i would reinsert the dildoes and strap them into place, then go to bed. But i wouldn't sleep. Always, always, they failed to hurt me the way i needed to be hurt. i would find ways to finish the job. This week, i used rubber bands. i wrapped them around my thighs and titties, pulled them hard and let them snap against me, rubbing my clit until i came. Then, i would do it again. By three or four, i would fall asleep exhausted, only to wake up with the alarm at six to start all over again. My nights have been this way for several months now, ever since i gave myself to David. i knew what i wanted and knew he was the one to give it to me. i often wonder about my decision but it's too late now. i am his. i started by telling you i would describe this last weekend in detail. So much happened and i was in such a fog that i can only do my best. Friday night, one of David's drivers picked me up after work. i was a complete wreck by then. Five day of non stop cumming were taking their toll on me. Marco found me wandering the first floor hallway, dialing random numbers on my own cell phone to make the vibrator hum. i would dial a number and feel the incredible feeling between my legs, start walking quickly to make the dildoes inside me move. Sometimes i'd find a bench or a railing and push backward against it, humping myself like an animal, pushing those rubber cocks deeper into me. Marco reached for my telephone and i jerked my hand back, snarling. He laughed and slapped me across the face. i turned and stumbled away, fingers poking desperately at the buttons on the phone. The vibrator turned on again and i leaned against the wall, felt a huge orgasm shaking my body, then the hum stopped and i screamed at him. "Bastard!" i threw the phone then my eyes shot open wide with panic. No! i ran for it but it was too late, Marco picked it up and shoved it in his pocket. i threw my arms around him and started kissing him, but he ignored me. "Come on, whore, we have a gig for you." He took my arm and led me back to the parking garage, pushed me into the passenger seat of his BMW. He pulled my arms behind the back of the seat and snapped handcuffs on my wrists, then slammed the door shut. i heard the lock click and saw him walk around to the other side. My eyes frantically looked around for a phone. Marco pulled his phone out of his pocket every few minutes and wave it in front of my face, laughing. My cunt was on fire, i squirmed to push the cocks into me but it was no use. They were too small. i laughed. On Monday they hurt when they were pushed into me, now they were too small for me. Marco took me to a run down motel outside of town. Last time i wrote this, i said it was a terrible cliche but David corrected me. It is exactly where i belong. A pigslut flat on my back on the floor, laying on a crusty carpet in a sleazy motel fucking dirty, filthy strangers who stank of beer and cigarettes. Friday night was fuck and flog night. i was passed from man to man in three different rooms. In one, they dressed me in a blond wig and Marilyn Monroe dress and made me pull my dress up over my head while they whipped my tits and belly. As a pigslut, i do not deserve to be compared to Marilyn, but it amused them and i am their toy, so i did it. After each flogging, i would beg for more but they would stop, telling me they were finished with me and someone in the next room wanted me. i was dragged into the bathroom and made to change my outfit. In the second room, i was a redhead in a pony tails and schoolgirl uniform, the white top tied just underneath my huge and sore titties, and a plaid micro skirt that just barely covered my ass and pussy. In that room, they caned my bottom in classic British form-school style. That room was the hardest for painslut. The cane is always the worst, but i willingly take the pain for David. And i enjoy it. i crave it. i enjoy the pain and want more. David, when you read this, please tell them to use me harder next time, if it pleases you. i do not know how long they passed me back and forth between those two rooms, my mind knew nothing but pain and orgasm. When I was not being whipped, there were nearly always two men inside me, fucking my cunt and ass, sometimes both of them stretching my cunt with their cocks. When i was allowed to cum, they pointed and laughed, swilling their beer and scratching their fat bellies. i sometimes dribble when i cum and it is humiliating. i feel devastated and must say it for them. i must tell them that i am embarrassed and that i want to clean it up, that i want to lick the carpet, to suck my own pussy juice from the dirty no-tell motel floor. David, this is so humiliating, to admit this and then to have to put it in writing again here. Knowing it will be read by hundreds of strangers. They will picture me on my knees, dripping with cum and sweat, mouth pressed against the matted indoor/outdoor carpeting, sucking up who knows whatever filth is in that fabric from years of neglect. David, please, must i write this? i am sorry. Yes, i must write this. A pigslut does not make those judgments and you insisted on more description. More precise description. i was Marilyn. i brushed the wig out of my eyes, looked around the room at the eight men there. Most of them in underpants, some with towels wrapped around them, two of them naked. One of them stood up, looking bored, and motioned for me to raise the dress. i pulled it up around my neck as i'd been doing all night. "Lower it, bitch, it's covering your face." i lowered it a few inches. "I want to see your eyes when I do this." He picked up a bull whip from the floor. i stared at it, frozen with fear. Nobody had ever used one of those on me, David didn't even have one in his playrooms. i wondered where the man got it. Some of the men noticed my fear and nudged each other. i heard them talking about me, about how scared i looked. They had been at me for over three hours and this was the first time i actually looked afraid. Some of them sat up, slid to the edge of the bed, others stepped closer to me. i was trembling now. The man with the bull whip saw that he had a special moment here and slowed things down. He told me to take the dress completely off. i did. Then the wig. i did that too. i was completely naked and exposed now, not even the false identify to hide behind. He told me to hold my arms out straight at my sides. i lifted my hands, felt the weight of my titties on my chest as they rose. my nipples were stiff and hard, my cunt swollen. i feared the pain but the anticipation was stronger. i felt my pussy dripping, felt the juice running down the insides of my thighs. They were jeering now, pointing at my nipples and cunt, talking about me and what a complete painslut David had given them. i was about to be cruelly beaten and i was about to cum. i watched the man with the whip as he coiled it slowly in his hand. His eyes stared at me, he was gauging my fear, waiting for the right moment. i felt my knees going weak, i wanted so desperately to cum. He dropped the tasseled end to the floor, pulled his arm back and gave the whip a quick snap. It made a loud crack several feet behind him and everyone smiled and laughed. my pussy ached for him to get started, i knew i would cum the first time i felt that leather bite into my tits. i wanted him to beat me until i fell to the floor, then roll over and open my pigslut hole for them to fuck all night. But, he just stood there and started coiling the whip in his hand again. David, the anticipation was horrible and i couldn't stand it. i started begging him to whip me. He didn't move. i yelled at the others, aren't any of you man enough to do it? Come on, you fucking tough guys, do it! Then, my body exploded with pain. i wrapped my arms around myself, the pain across my belly was incredible. i saw the man's big grin, saw that he was missing a tooth, saw that he'd rolled up his arms and his biceps were huge and tattooed. "Yaaaah, bitch, I'll show you a tough guy!" i did my best to keep my arms raised but after the whip sliced across my titties twice more, i couldn't help it. i couldn't help it and i turned to the room and yelled for someone to hold my arms. Two men grabbed my elbows and wrists and pulled my arms wide apart. my legs went weak and i nearly fell to the floor. The men held me upright and i watched the man with the whip. He was standing still, breathing slowly, getting his bearings. i heard myself begging him not to hit me again. The painslut in me was wide eyed and excited, craving it, screaming for it but my instincts won out and my voice was begging him to stop. The man with the whip coiled it again and adjusted his stance. i saw his arm swing behind him then come around and i felt the whip slice sideways across the bottom of my titties. i struggled and wrestled but my body was on fire. i came after the third stroke and started begging louder for him to hit me again, again, harder. His face tightened into a grimace and the battle of wills began. He hit me harder and harder and my body responded by cumming and cumming. He was panting now, breathing hard and moving his blows up and down the front of my body, from my tits to my belly to my crotch and back again. After a long, long time - a long time David, an incredibly long time - one of the other men stepped up and waved his hand, told him to stop, there were other guys in the room who wanted me. He wiped an ocean of sweat off of his forehead and handed the whip to the next man. i panicked, i wasn't sure how much more i could take. A fresh man, not tired from fifteen plus minutes of whipping me. i looked around the room. If each of them took a turn... 2 i woke with my face buried in the smelly sheets of the motel bed. A man was fucking my ass, slamming hard into me, his hands holding my hips hard, fingers digging into me. i realized i'd passed out. i still have no idea what they did to me, if they kept on with the bull whip or of they just laid me down. David, is there a video? Do i even care? No, i don't. After he came in my ass, he rolled me over and announced that i was awake. i felt the pain shooting across the front of my body, everything was on fire. One of them held my head while another poured half a bottle of beer into my open mouth. I drank some, enjoying the change of the cool liquid running down my body. They told me to clean up, change into the schoolgirl outfit and head next door for my caning. i could barely walk so two of them helped me up off of the bed, into my new outfit, and walked me down the hall. They knocked on the door of the second room, then left me leaning against the door jamb. As soon as i got into the room, they told me to show them the stripes from Team Marilyn's whipping. It didn't register until i'd peeled off the flimsy outfit and they talked about the marks on my body that there was a contest going on. i dropped to my knees and crawled to the closest man, reached for his cock, took it in my mouth. He laughed and pushed me away. He said something like 'no, honey, that was round one'. They made me stand in the middle of the room and show off my marks while two of them took pictures. i noticed a laptop computer on a table. It showed photos of me earlier, on my knees, on my back with my legs spread wide, a close-up of two cocks shoved into my pussy. i realized they were looking at a website of pictures of me. One of them noticed me looking and he walked me to the table. He clicked something on the desktop and i saw a movie running in a small window. It was me in the other room, body writhing as the man with the bullwhip beat me. i shook my head, muttered no, no, no but knew it was pointless. Someone threw me on the bed and the fucking started. i was on my side, one of them stuffing his cock into my cunt and another in my ass. It was wonderful and i came right away. They were slamming me hard, laughing and chatting about my cunt and how it felt. The man in my ass complained that it was getting a little loose and he could use some tension. i tried to clench but couldn't. They kept talking and i felt hands moving between my legs. Someone pulled my leg up, opening me wider. Then, they slowed down, still fucking in unison but slower. One of them said something about moving closer. It didn't register until i felt his cock sliding out of my cunt. Immediately, i knew what he had in mind, they were both going to fuck my ass. i tried to relax, thought of every trick i knew to loosen myself up but the more i thought about it the more frightened i felt. my attention was focused completely between my legs, trying to make sure i was laying in the best position for this invasion, relaxing my knees, my hips. Then there was another explosion of pain as something snapped against the soles of my feet. Rubber bands. Thick rubber bands. Two, three, four on each foot, mercilessly snapping against my soles. Hands were holding my ankles and my hips were shaking back and forth. The second cockhead pressed against my sphincter and i tried to keep my focus on relaxing but it was no use. Every time one of the rubber bands snapped, my cunt and ass tightened up. Then, it stopped. i heard panting all around me, from the men who were fucking me to the ones who were holding me to the ones snapping the rubber bands. Time froze for a moment. my body relaxed and my hip settled back to the bed. Then, the cock inside me slid slowly out. When he was about halfway, i felt the other cock pushing against it, against me. i muttered no, no, no but they pushed slow and insistent. They were going inside me, there was no question. i did what i could to relax but felt like i was being ripped open. When both cockheads were inside me, the men shuddered then lay still. i didn't know what to think until they both started moving again. Inch by awful inch, they pushed deeper and deeper into me. painslut took over and whispered into someone's ear "deeper, deeper". i felt the cocks bottom out against me, they were all the way in. Then, my body started moving on its own, sliding up and down, impaling and splitting myself on the huge double shaft that was deep inside. They were talking about me again, pigslut, whore, hole, and i was getting more and more turned on. i pumped harder, harder, yelled for them to snap the rubber bands again. i heard the snap, felt my ass clench and screamed for more, more, more. The men came after just a few minutes, pulled their cocks out of me. i screamed for more, grabbed the nearest man and pulled him down to the bed, begging him to fuck my ass. He stood up and jumped off of the bed. i opened my eyes and saw a dozen men's faces staring at me, laughing, high fiving each other, talking about me in the most vile and depraved ways they could imagine. How could they not? i was less than an animal, just a thing to hurt and fuck. At some time, someone announced that it was one o'clock and Room Three was now open. There was a cheer from everyone in the room and someone helped me to my feet. One of them leaned in close and whispered "I feel sorry for you. Warm up is over." They gathered up their beer bottles and ashtrays and headed into the hallway. David, i have begged you not to make me write about what happened in Room Three. i will because you tell me to. i am telling the readers that i begged you because it pleases you to have me reveal myself to them as a pervert, a pigslut, and a sometimes coward. 3 David's pigslut has to describe the taste of the carpet. Before they took me to Room Three, one more man wanted to fuck me. He pulled out just before he came and shot a huge wad of cum on the carpet. He laughed and told me to clean it up. i started to go down on my knees, but he held up his hand. i watched while he ground the cum into the carpet with the ball of his foot. He smiled and held up his foot. Obediently, i started licking it clean. It was scaly and dirty. He pushed his big toe into my mouth and i gagged. my tongue tasted the jam between his toes and i had to do everything i could not to throw up. David, please, please, next time maybe at least not this? [i have to write this because you told me to. When David read the first draft of this journal, he immediately telephoned the man - Jeff - and had him come to our home. While i prepared dinner naked and stuffed with an ass dildo, he and Jeff played tennis at the courts at the high school. When they came home, my 'penance' was to give his sweaty, smelly body a tongue bath. Every inch of him. i threw up three times. David let me clean it with a sponge and bucket but i had to keep licking Jeff until he and David agreed i was finished. i did his toes three times and his ass crack twice. Jeff, please, if you are reading this, know that i will always be available to you for this service.] When he was satisfied, he pointed at the carpet. i got on my knees and leaned forward, easing my nose to the carpet. It stank of sweat, cigarette, and dampness. i put my tongue out and pressed it flat on the carpet, took a long lick across the surface. i gagged, felt lint and small bits of something gritty on my tongue. He nudged me with his foot and i went down again. i licked again and again, struggling not to vomit, trying to hold my breath. But i couldn't. i took a deep whiff and felt the bile in my throat again. It stayed down and i licked a few more times. Hopefully, i looked up at Jeff but he shook his head and said "the rest". i gave him a puzzled look and he said "suck the rest out". i felt my stomach knot and tears came to my eyes. i pressed my mouth against the carpet and sucked gently. He laughed and yelled at me, spit on it and suck it out, you know, like a carpet steamer. i saw several of the men come back into the room. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw their feet and legs as they gathered closer. The sounds of my sucking on the disgusting fabric of the carpet filled the room. The sickly sweet taste flooded over my tongue and i had to force myself to swallow each little bit. Jeff kept pushing my head back against the carpet telling me to finish the job. Finally, someone from outside the room yelled for him to move it along and he pulled me to my feet. "I guess you're finished" he said. 4 Room Three was a corner room, twice as large as the others with a two story ceiling. It was a beautiful space in which to use me and i want to thank each of you for taking the time to do so. my hungry cunt and depraved and available flesh thank you and want to do it again. All twenty two men were in Room Three when Jeff led me in. Fat, drunk, strong and smelly men who all wanted another chance at me, another chance to fuck my holes and hurt me. pigslut was aroused, hot, ready, body begging for them to take me further, further. The furniture had all been rearranged, there was no sofa, no table, no armchairs, nothing in the room except a single terrifying device in the middle of the room. i recognized it immediately. A simple wooden horse. David, i know you want me to mention here that i have always considered this the most humiliating and disturbing device ever invented. i have been on the wooden horse several times and each time it has taken days to recover. The constant shifting of weight from feet to arms to crotch, the inevitability of exhaustion and pain, the humiliation of being so open and exposed make this the worst experience i can imagine. It is natural to assume you would have subjected me to it at some point. i knew it was no use, but i stepped backward toward the door. Jeff held me and walked me into the room. The men nudged each other, some of them looking at their watches and taking bets. Someone put leather cuffs around my wrists and straps around my thighs, attached them so each hand was secured. One of them stood behind me and pushed something up my ass, i had no idea and no longer cared what it was. He told me to start fucking it and i did. A few of them laughed. Another man wrapped ropes around the base of my titties, tied them tight, then stood in front of me and slapped them hard for several minutes. Tears were streaming down my face and i was fucking up and down hard on whatever object was up my ass. He finally got bored and stopped, but another man replaced him, a twelve-inch wooden ruler in his hand. He smacked my tits top and bottom while i moaned and cried. i heard comments around the room about how i was taking it and not screaming, not begging them to stop. They still didn't know. A painslut does not give up, a painslut craves more. And i was craving more. i pushed down harder and harder on the stiff invader in my ass, felt my orgasm building. The man who was hitting my tits stopped and i screamed at him to come back. Instead, i felt the object pulled from my ass and i stumbled a few steps forward, trying to catch my balance. i turned around and saw one of the men wiping brown matter off of a long handled flashlight. Someone grabbed me and spun me around, held me still. Another man brought a pair of alligator teeth clamps and attached them to my nipples. my cunt was tight and dry, i knew that no matter how much they played with me, no matter what i offered or gave them, the wooden horse waited patiently for me to climb on. The man who had used the bullwhip on me stepped forward and ran his hand over my swollen and purple tits. He scratched his fingernails across the marks he'd made earlier and i cringed. My legs went weak and i dropped to my knees. Hands grabbed me from behind and stood me up, he continued scratching along the marks he'd made on my belly and crotch. The pain flooded over me and my cunt sprang alive, dripping and swollen. i whispered quietly for him to get the bull whip and use it on me again. He laughed and pressed his thumb against my lower lip. Reflexively, i opened my mouth. He spit into it and told me to swallow. The men started laughing and began lining up. They pushed me to my knees, held my head back, mouth open and one by one drizzled globs of saliva into my mouth. i was told not to swallow. After five or six of them, the spit was overflowing, dripping down my cheeks and neck, then down my body. i didn't start crying until i felt it dripping down my legs and pooling around my knees. i heard them moving the cameras around and one of them said he didn't get it all so they started again, holding my mouth open and violating me with their spit. i was shuddering, the humiliation so intense i could feel it. They were not just abusing me, they were broadcasting it to the world. And taping it. The humiliation would happen over and over. When the cameraman said 'enough', they told me to swallow what was in my mouth. i did, gagging again and nearly throwing up. Then, without warning, the hands were on me and i was lifted up and carried to the horse. [i am afraid to break the flow but David has given me permission to insert some background. There are many ways to ride the horse, each is painful and terrible in its own way. Once you are set on the horse, your arms and legs need to be dealt with. Sometimes, the knees are bent and the ankles tied behind the back, often the wrists are tied to the ankles. This gives the rider the option of rising up a bit, trading the pain between her legs for pain through her ankles and knees. This can go on for a long time until the muscles in the legs tire. [Sometimes, the legs are left hanging down. Sometimes, weights are added to the ankles to intensify the effects of gravity. [Sometimes, the arms are tied above the head and secured to the ceiling. Again, the rider can pull herself up to take her weight off of her crotch but eventually her arms will tire. That is the worse part, the knowledge that no matter what one does, it is only temporary relief.] Since my wrists were already secured to my thighs, it was an easy decision how to bind me. They added ankle straps to my outfit and connected them to the D rings at my wrists. That left me with none of the choices i was familiar with, there was nowhere to go to relieve the pressure of the rounded wooden wedge that pressed against my tender flesh. i was already exhausted and knew that i could not last long on the horse. They moved the cameras around, one of them focused on my face, one was closeup between my legs and the other took a full body shot. One of the men brought a wall clock from the other room and set it on the floor in front of me. i heard the others start taking, bills were changing hands, they were betting how long i could endure the ride. But, what was the option? i was scared, didn't know if David was even in the room. When they said 'how long?' i had to wonder 'how long until what?' The men were yelling out numbers, some cheering me on to last, others describing how much it must hurt and that i should beg them to stop. i tried to ignore the feeling, tried to focus on something in the room but their voices always distracted me. i couldn't focus on anything except my aching bottom. i shifted slightly from left to right but it cause more pain than relief and i moaned. i leaned forward slightly, then back, but it made no difference. Any movement only brought more pain. i closed my eyes and started breathing deeper, trying to shift into a different space, but someone pinched the clamp off of my left nipple and pain exploded through my head. i jerked to the lift, felt the effect between my legs and struggled to get back my balance. The clock crept slowly forward. It was only six minutes before i was ready to give up. i was in so much pain i couldn't think, couldn't even guess how to beg them to let me go. Then, i heard someone's voice talking about the bull whip, he wanted to use the bull whip on me while i rode the horse. i felt my cunt twitch and my nipples stiffen, the thought excited me. i had to stay perfectly still, if they had the slightest idea i wanted it they would have done it. David, i am sorry, i could not bring it on myself, i could not, i will next time if you like. i am shuddering now and want to cum but must keep writing. i heard myself begging from somewhere far off. i was drifting in the room, looking at my body on the horse, titties still tied and swollen, breath shallow, body trembling. Some of the men were picking up money they'd won because i'd lasted so long, others were making new bets. i was a complete toy to them, an object to amuse them. i repeated over and over that i wanted off, that i couldn't last any longer but nobody listened to me. i looked around for you, David, but didn't see you. i leaned forward involuntarily, gasped loudly as the pain shot through me, jerked back erect. Someone pulled the other clamp from my right nipple and i screamed again. i watched dizzily as more money changed hands. Men were drinking cold beers, smoking, taking pictures. i felt my body jerk backward, then back to center again. Then, i heard you, David, command them to take me off. i closed my eyes and moaned as they lifted me up and carried me into the other room. i felt hard wood against my back, felt my hands pulled over my head, the leather cuffs removed and metal clamps put in their place. Someone spread my legs and i felt cool metal clamping my ankles to the wooden platform. The straps on my thighs stayed. my cunt was dry again but the pain between my legs was receding. i felt hands on my head, holding it still. Someone pulled my eyelid up and i saw you, David. You were leaning forward, motioned to one of the men to hold my eye open. i recognized them right away, David, the blackened contact lenses you'd had me fitted for months ago. When they were both in place, the world went black for me. i heard clanking sounds and felt the wooden platform rise upward from the floor. Then, it tilted and i was at a forty-five degree angle, head down. Something pushed at my lips and i opened my mouth. Someone on his knees was fucking my face, balls slapping against my forehead. He pushed his cock deep and held it there, gagging me. i felt a thumb pushed against my perineum and i gasped, tightening my throat around his cock. i heard a few approving voices and that became the game for the next six men. The would push their cocks as deep as they could into my throat then press my tender muscle, enjoying the constriction of my throat. Press, release, press, release, over and over until they unloaded into my belly. They'd pull themselves out, cum drizzling up my nostrils and over my eyelids, onto my forehead. When the last man finished, they slammed the table upright. my bones shook from the quick jerking motion. They spun the table around, i was vertical now, head high. It was frightening, not knowing who was where, what they were planning. Then, i heard familiar voices and knew that the bullwhip was coming out again. And they were taking bets. Someone explained it to me, a whimper paid odds, a scream paid better odds but complete silence was a win for me. They didn't tell me what i would win but it didn't matter. They had no obligation to give me anything anyway. Hands ran over my body, someone untied the ropes from around my breasts. Pain shot through them as the circulation started again. It was quit for a minute. The first stroke came across my belly, just below my navel. It was clumsy and didn't hurt. They laughed at the man, teasing him, you pussy! i felt his fingers twist and pull my nipple but it hardly mattered after everything else. The second stroke was intense and i screamed. This man had practiced. He slashed across the top of both breasts, i was sure he'd whipped them off. There was talking, laughing, money changed hands. Someone kissed me and whispered thanks. i felt a finger slid up into my cunt. Did he shove money inside me? It went on that way for a long time, money changing hands, my body weaker and weaker. Finally the room went quiet. i listened intently but there was no sound, it was like they'd all left. But they couldn't have, i would have heard. David, what was next was exquisite. i felt a tongue slide between my cunt lips and lick my clit and nearly exploded. i bucked my hips hard, but the tongue went away. Something slid up inside me, filling my cunt. Then, it started growing. Something hand pumped, inflatable. The tongue came back and i felt my cunt swelling again. Then, the inflatable grew. And grew. My cunt was stretched, it felt like it was the size of a beach ball. But the tongue kept coming back, one lick at a time. The agony between licks was incredible. When i started to cum, there was another explosion of pain across my belly. A flogger, two dozen tails biting hard into my flesh. i came and came, the painslut going insane. Finally, they pulled the fully inflated balloon out of my cunt. i collapsed against the board. The rest of the night was mostly fucking again, one, two, three at a time. No wig, no costume, no whips and ropes. i passed out several times, mostly from simple exhaustion. It had been a long week.
My name is Susan Walker and I am a forty year old, happily married mother of two. Tommy is my twenty two year old son, who is home from college for a couple of weeks, and Krissy is my twenty one year old daughter who still lives at home with my husband and I. At my age, when most women are putting on a few pounds, I am still the same weight as when I was attending modeling college when I was eighteen years old. At the school I met my husband and we decided to get married. I had my two kids soon afterwards, then went back into swimsuit modeling for the next ten years. Anyway, I suggested to my daughter that she also gets into modeling and she said she would love to. Today at eleven o'clock she has an appointment downtown for her physical checkup, and her first paid photography session. If everything goes well she will become one of their elite fashion models specializing in women's underwear, swimsuits and nudity for their website. What I mean by nudity is that she will have to pose naked with a handsome male model that is wearing clothing from the client's catalog. Well, it is about seven o'clock in the morning, and I have to get out of bed and make sure Krissy is awake and getting ready for the busy day ahead of us. I pull the satin sheet away from me and look over at my son Tommy. He has got the tightest little ass for a grown man. I can't resist touching him and spend a few seconds running my hands all over his muscular back, then gently squeeze his white ass cheeks a few times. After getting out of bed, I stand in front of the full length mirror to admire my perfect little body. I am almost forty one years old and there is not one ounce of fat on me. My breasts are still firm and my stomach is flat just like when I was in my twenties. I run a brush through my long blonde hair then walk naked down the hallway to my daughter's room. Krissy is still sleeping so I sit on the edge of the bed and pull the sheet away from her naked body, then I lean over and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. She opens her eyes slowly, then says "Mom, is that the only kiss I am going to get this morning? Give me a better one!" I lean further over to kiss her on the mouth, then she grabs my arm and pulls me on top of her. I straddle her hips, then lower myself down so I am resting on my elbows. I tell her "Behave yourself Krissy! We don't have time this morning to play around!" She says "Just give me one good kiss, then I will get up and take a shower." I lower myself down closer to her and my long blonde hair cascades down around us. Our lips touch, then I stick my tongue into her mouth. Krissy closes her lips and begins to suck on it for a few seconds, then she opens her mouth and we start french kissing. After a few minutes she says "Mom, you have been sleeping with Tommy the past few days because Daddy is out of town, and we have not had time to be together for very long because of interruptions. Would you give me a quick orgasm right now? I know I will do better today at the photography session if I was feeling more relaxed!" I think for a second, then say "Well, okay, but we have to do it quickly because we do not want to be late on your first day at work!" I climb off her and get on my knees next to the bed, then tell Krissy to sit on the edge and spread her legs apart. Krissy sits up and scoots as close to the edge of the bed as she can in front of me. After she gets positioned, I lean forward and start sucking and gently biting her left nipple, then I move over and do the same thing to the right one. Krissy is starting to moan softly as I work my way down to her belly button and swirl my tongue around inside it. After a few seconds I drop my head down to her sweet, young pussy and bury my face in it. Krissy immediately lets out a load moan and grabs the back of my head with both of her hands. She pulls me closer to her pussy as she whips her long blonde hair around her face and continues moaning loudly. After about four or five minutes she screams "Jesus Christ Mom! I am just about ready to orgasm! Please don't stop!" Another few minutes go by then Krissy lets go of my head and flops back on the bed. I wait a second, then give her pussy one last kiss and stand up. I look down at my daughter, and she has this glazed look on her face. She smiles at me as I grasp her wrist and pull her off the bed and onto her feet. We walk naked down the hallway to the big shower room and I start the water to get it nice and warm. We take a quick shower and are busy toweling ourselves off in front of the big mirror when my son Tommy walks in. Krissy is looking in the mirror admiring her naked body and brushing her hair as Tommy walks up behind her. He puts his arms around her and begins playing with her tits and kissing her neck. I tell him "Tommy, keep your hands off Krissy this morning! I don't want you to put any marks on her neck like you do sometimes! Now, get in the shower and hurry because you will be driving us downtown in just a few minutes!" He reluctantly puts his hands down to his sides and walks over into the shower area. After a couple of minutes Tommy steps out of the shower and walks towards me with his huge, ten inch cock bouncing around in front of him. He stops behind me, places his hands on my hips and starts running his cock up and down between my ass cheeks. I slap his hand and tell him to let go of me, but he pushes me face down on the bathroom counter and holds me there while he grabs a bottle of baby oil and squirts some between my ass cheeks. I know what he is planning on doing, and he is only holding me down with one hand, so I quickly push myself up from the counter and start running towards the door. I almost make it to the hallway, but he grabs my long hair which stops me in my tracks. I yell at him to let go of me, but he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me back down on the counter top. My breasts are bulging out the sides of me from the pressure is placing on my back and I squirm around trying to get out from underneath his powerful hands. I scream at him "Tommy, let me up! We don't have time right now! You can fuck me in the ass later today!" Meanwhile, Krissy is sitting on the bench watching us. She says "Oh Mom, relax! We have plenty of time, besides I just love to watch Tommy's big cock going in and out of your tight asshole!" Krissy notices her brother is having a hard time controlling me as he tries to put some more baby oil on my asshole, so she gets up from the bench and holds my wrists tightly. I am so pissed off that I scream at them "You kids are out of control! Let me up right now you fucking perverts!" Tommy puts the baby oil back on the counter then grabs hold of his cock and presses it against my asshole. I try to constrict my anal muscles, but he forcefully pushes past them. His cock pops in and I can feel it filling up the inside of me. He must have put about four or five inches in me, then he pulls it out the way out. I think he is done, but he shoves it back in and I can feel it sliding even further inside me. I plead with him to stop, but he has both his hands on my hips and continues pulling me closer to him. Tommy suddenly stops and says "Krissy, you can let go of her now I am all the way in." My daughter releases her grip from my wrists, then Tommy reaches up underneath me and grabs my tits. He stands straight up and pulls me up with him. He starts kissing my neck while he plunges his cock in and out of my asshole while I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is all messed up, so I pick up a brush and run it through my hair a few times, then set is back down. I am really starting to enjoy this now and begin moaning loudly. Krissy is standing next to us watching while she is jamming two of her fingers in and out of her pussy. Tommy then moves us backwards to the wooden bench and he sits down with me on his lap. He releases his grip from my tits and I plant my feet firmly on the tile floor and begin to bounce up and down on his hard cock. I turn my head around and see Tommy is just sitting there watching me, so I say to him "I bet you like watching your big cock going in and out of your mother's asshole as she bounces up and down on it you mother fucking son of a bitch!" Krissy stops playing with herself, gets on her knees between my legs and sticks out her tongue. Now, every time I bounce up and down on my son's cock, my daughter's tongue slides along my pussy lips. Suddenly Tommy's cock erupts in my ass and I can feel it pulsate over and over. Pressure is building up inside me, then a huge gush of sperm shoots out my ass all over Tommy's lower stomach. This immediately triggers the orgasm that was building up inside me, so I lean back against my son's chest. After a few seconds I regain my composure and say "Well, we better get dressed and hit the road! Today is a very special day for Krissy and I don't want us to be late!" I try to get up, but Tommy grabs hold of my hips and starts thrusting his cock upwards into me again. Jesus Christ, his cock is still hard as it was a few minutes ago! I immediately jump up to break his grip on my hips and run out of the bathroom and down the hallway to my bedroom. Tommy is right behind me, but I am a little quicker and slam the door shut. I wait a few seconds, then open and yell "Both of you hurry up and meet me down at the car in ten minutes! That is an order!" Soon the three of us are driving on the interstate towards downtown. Krissy is in the back seat and every now and then I turn around to talk with her. Suddenly, I notice that she has on her bra and panties. I tell her "Krissy, I thought I told you not to wear a bra or panties today! You have a photography session this afternoon and your bra and panties leave marks on your skin that show up in the pictures! Take them off right now before it is too late!" Krissy says "But Mom, it is too cramped back here! Can't we wait until we get downtown?" Tommy is driving, so I tell him to pull over at the rest stop ahead. We park near the rest rooms and Krissy gets out of the car and starts walking towards them. I quickly yell at her to come back and I jump out and walk over to her. I say to her "We don't have time for you to walk all the way to the rest rooms. Just take off your bra and panties right here. Krissy says "But Mom, there must be two dozen people walking around!" I reach up and quickly unbutton the front of her dress and push it over her shoulders. Then I pull it down off her and drape it over my arm. Krissy hesitates for a second, then reaches behind her and unclasps the bra, she hands it to me then pushes her panties down and steps out of them. Truckers who have been parked at the rest stop begin sounding their loud horns and a crowd of people have stopped and are looking at my daughter standing naked in the middle of the parking lot. I help Krissy put her dress back on, give her a quick kiss and we get back on the interstate. We arrive in the middle of the busy downtown area right on time and we find a space in the parking garage. The elevator ride to the tenth floor was fun, then the door opens and we walk into a very large reception area with several couches and comfortable looking chairs. We are immediately greeted by a beautiful, oriental looking young girl and she invites Krissy and I to come with her to the physical examination room. I tell Tommy to sit down and read a magazine, then assure him will not be too long. The young girl leads us down a long hallway, opens the door for us, then says the doctor will be with us shortly. As soon as Krissy and I sit down, a very beautiful woman about thirty years old wearing a doctor's lab coat enters the room. She introduces herself by shaking our hands, then turns around and gets Krissy's chart. She reads it briefly, then says "Miss Krissy, please take off your pretty dress and stand in the middle of the room." My daughter gets up, unbuttons her dress, hands it to me, then takes a few steps to the middle of the room. The female doctor sets her chart on the counter, then puts on a pair of latex gloves and walks over behind Krissy. She runs her hands back and forth over Krissy's shoulders then up and down her sides. Then, the doctor gets down on her knees, gently grasps Krissy's ass cheeks and pulls them apart so she can see her asshole. As the doctor is doing this, the bottom of her lab coat rides up and I can clearly see that she is not wearing any panties. The doctor then sticks one finger into Krissy's ass and asks her if she feels any pain. Krissy says no, then the doctor gets back on her feet and walks around in front of her. The doctor pushes my daughter's long blonde hair away from her face so it is draped over her shoulders, then leans forward and kisses the nape of her neck on one side, then does the same thing to the other. The doctor then stands back a little bit, reaches out with both hands and starts feeling Krissy's breasts. The doctor says "Oh, your breasts are very nice! They are just right for your height, weight and frame size! I especially like how your nipples really perk up when I touch them!" The doctor instructs Krissy to get on the examination table and raise her knees up. My daughter does like she is told, then the doctor looks over at me and says "Mrs Walker, I always like to be more comfortable when I examine new patients. Is it all right with you if I take off my lab coat?" I respond "Oh please doctor, just act like I am not even in the room!" The beautiful doctor steps directly in front of me about three feet away and starts unbuttoning her lab coat. She looks down at me as she unhooks the last button and pulls it back off her shoulders. Jesus Christ what a fantastic naked body she has. Perfect tits with hard, dark brown nipples and a smooth shaven pussy. I almost reach out to touch her, but I just smile at her and comment on her lovely figure. The doctor then turns around and walks over to the examination table. She puts one knee on the soft cushion, then hops up and straddles my daughter. She moves forward a little bit so she is directly above her and looks straight down in her eyes. I notice her full breasts are hanging down and touching Krissy's as she says "Krissy, do you like to have sex with girls?" Krissy replies "Yes," then the doctor asks "When is the last time you had sex with a girl, and what is her name?" Krissy looks over at me and I say "Go ahead Krissy, answer the doctor!" My daughter waits a second, then says "I love having sex with girls, and my Mom and I had sex this morning!" The doctor looks over at me, smiles, then looks back down at Krissy. As the doctor continues to casually move her naked breasts back and forth against Krissy's, she says "Miss Krissy, I have to check your pussy to make sure it tastes good and smells sweet. Do you mind if I do that?" Krissy says "Oh no doctor, I do not mind! Please let me know what you think about my pussy!" The doctor lowers her head they start to passionately tongue kiss each other. Krissy begins moaning softly and after a couple of minutes, they break their kiss and the doctor slowly backs off the table. She takes time to suck on one of Krissy's nipples, then the other one. Once she is on her feet, the doctor immediately buries her face in Krissy's sweet pussy and begins to feverishly lick it. My daughter raises her hips up and she is moaning loudly like she is really enjoying herself. Suddenly, the examination room door opens and the oriental girl appears in the doorway. She takes a quick look, then yells down the hallway "Doctor Stevens! Natasha is playing doctor again! Come quickly!" The girl that I thought was our doctor quickly grabs her lab coat from the floor, pulls it over her shoulders and runs out of the room. Within a couple of seconds, an older man about sixty years old walks into the room. He introduces himself as our doctor and apologizes for letting something of this nature happen to us. He says "I am sorry Mrs Walker! One of the models likes to play doctor on occasion! This is such a big office building that I can't keep track of who is walking around. Please forgive us and I will start the examination right now. All I have to do is give your daughter a quick visual exam and take her blood pressure. It should take no longer than two minutes." About five minutes later, I am sitting with my son and daughter in the reception area. The oriental girl opens a door and says that our photography session has been moved forward because of what happened earlier and they are ready to start. I ask her if my son can come with us, and she says because of what happened, he can be in the photo session also. She escorts us down to the end of the hallway and opens the door for us. We walk and see about six or seven people milling around adjusting their expensive cameras. It is pretty dark in here and our eyes take a minute or so to adjust to the dim lighting. Just then, an extremely attractive young girl walks up to us and says "Hi, my name is Keally, and I will be the photography session director for the next hour." She says to us, please have a seat over here Mrs Walker and Tommy while I take Krissy back stage to get her ready. While my son and I wait, a couple of men bring out a carpet that looks exactly like real grass. Then, they bring out a picnic table and place it in the middle. Keally returns in a couple of minutes and invites me to look through one of their cameras. I am amazed that the stage looks exactly like someone's backyard with a picnic table and a privacy fence behind it. For the next half hour my daughter has pictures taken of her in different styles and colors of bikinis and underwear. Then, I hear Keally say "Okay, let's set up for the nude shots!" Suddenly, the main door to the room opens up and about ten to fifteen people file in and sit in the movie theater seats located all the way at the back of the room. I turn around to look at them and see that they are all professional looking people with suit coats and ties. As I turn back around Krissy walks onto the set with a pitcher of lemonade and a glass. Her white cotton dress is so sheer that you can see right through it. She straddles the seat of the picnic table then takes the pitcher and fills up the glass. Next, she takes a swallow of the lemonade while looking into the camera, then holds the ice cold glass up next to her cheek and moves it back and forth. I hear the people behind us talking and they are saying how beautiful my daughter looks on camera. Krissy then refills the glass, looks directly into the camera again and pours it down the front of her dress. Her nipples immediately get harder than normal and you can see right through the dress just as if she did not have one. I hear a couple of gasps from behind me as Krissy stands up and begins to unbutton her dress. After the last button, she pulls it down off her shoulders revealing her perfect little body. The crowd behind me applauds and cheers. I hear one of them say "That girl really knows how to pose for the camera!" Then the lights turn on and the people behind me get to their feet and leave the room. Keally comes over to me and says "I am glad they all left! Now it is time to get some really sexy shots of your daughter for our adult rated clothing line. Krissy has agreed to pose naked with your son for one thousand dollars cash. You can pick it up at the reception window on your way out. Please sign this paperwork that your son and daughter are over the age of twenty one." As I sign the paperwork, Keally grabs my son's hand and takes him to his dressing room. The place becomes busy and the green carpet is taken out revealing the cement floor underneath. Then, one of the guys rolls out a brand new Harley Davidson motorcycle and parks it in the center of the stage area. Keally comes back a few minutes later and invites me to look through one of the cameras again. I tell her "That looks exactly like a motorcycle parked in someone's garage!" She takes my hand, escorts me back to my seat, then says "Mrs Walker, during these adult photo sessions, I like to direct them while I am naked. Is that okay with if I undress now?" I tell here to go right ahead, so she quickly unbuttons her blouse, tosses it onto the chair next to me. Then she unzips her skirt, pushes it down to her ankles, steps out of it and places it on top of her blouse. Jesus Christ what a fantastic body she has. She casually leans over in front of me, resting both her hands on my knees and says "You son and daughter are perfect for this part I am going to direct. We are adding a complete line of leather clothing aimed at motorcycle enthusiasts." She continues talking, but I can't keep my eyes off her perfect little breasts hanging down in front of me. She gives me a quick kiss then walks over into the bright light to begin directing. When she gets to the motorcycle, she turns around, puts her hands on her hips and looks back and forth at the six people handling the cameras. She says to them "Okay guys get ready! The photo session officially starts now!" Keally steps away from the motorcycle just as my son and daughter come from their changing rooms and walk towards it. My children look so sexy in their leather motorcycle outfits! Tommy has on a black vest that does not have any buttons on it, black pants and black boots. Krissy has on a matching vest without buttons, a short black skirt and is not wearing anything on her feet. Tommy gets on the motorcycle, holds onto the handlebars and looks directly into the main camera while Krissy pretends like she is kissing him on the cheek. After a few seconds, Keally steps from the darkness and walks over to Krissy. She pulls the leather vest off her, then turns around, and tells the camera guys to take more pictures. After the bright flashes die down, Keally gets back on stage unzips Krissy's skirt and throws it over on the floor. She saying something to Krissy that I can't quite hear, but I can see her right hand moving up and down Krissy's smooth pussy. After a few seconds, she says something to Tommy, then steps off the stage again. While still on the motorcycle, Tommy turns his head towards Krissy, then she gets up close to him and looks into his eyes. Keally then says "Now!," and they begin kissing each other while Tommy fondles his sisters white ass cheeks. Keally yells "Cut! That was a good take!," then she walks up to Tommy and tells him to get off the motorcycle. I hear one of the camera guys whisper to his buddy "Are those two models really brother and sister? I heard Keally talking about it to someone in the hallway just before she came in!" I look over at them and say "Yes guys, those are my kids and I am their mother." Another guy says "Wow lady, you got some good looking models in your family!" I look back over at the stage and watch as Keally pulls off my son's leather vest, unzips his pants and bends over to push them away from his feet. Then, she stands up straight, grabs Tommy's cock and starts stroking back and forth while she talks to him and Krissy. I think to myself "Wow! This Keally girl really has a unique style of directing! She begins by stripping out of her clothes and walks around naked, and now she is jacking off my son in front of the entire film crew while they take pictures and video of her!" All of a sudden I see Keally point towards me, then my daughter walks over to me and says "Mom, Keally wants me to suck Tommy's cock in front of all these people. Is that okay with you?" I tell her "Go ahead and do anything she wants you to do! This is a good lesson to you! Never interfere with the director! Now, get back up there and do your best! I am proud of you!" As Krissy walks back to the stage I notice Keally and Tommy are passionately kissing each other while she continues stroking his cock. The camera crew stays busy taking pictures even though Keally has not told them to start yet. As Krissy rejoins her brother on stage, Keally stops stroking Tommy's cock and starts giving Krissy instructions about what to do in this next scene. Keally then gets down on her knees in front of Tommy her arms down to her sides, opens her mouth and Tommy pushes his cock inside her a couple of inches while she looks upwards into his eyes. They hold still for a few seconds while the camera guys take some photos, then Keally pulls her head back and Tommy's big cock pops out of her mouth. Keally then gets back on her feet, walks over to the corner of the stage and gets a professional set of police handcuffs. Krissy turns around to let Keally clasp them onto her wrists, then she helps Krissy get down to her knees in front of her brother. After a few more instructions, Keally walks towards the cameras and says "Okay, get ready guys! One, two, three, start!" Krissy looks upwards into her brother's eyes, then he moves a little closer to her open mouth. The tip of his cock moves just past her lips and teeth, then Keally yells "Okay Tommy, hold it right there for a second!" The camera flashes light up the room while Krissy has her brother's huge cock stuffed in her little mouth. Then Keally says "Okay Krissy, keep your brother's cock in your mouth the best you can and look over here at the cameras!" Krissy turns her head sideways a little and looks directly into the cameras flashing at her. Keally gives more directions by saying "Okay, hold it there Krissy while your brother pushes his cock harder inside your mouth so your cheek on this side is bulging outwards!" Tommy pushes harder like he was told to do, but Krissy is starting to fall over on her side because she has her arms handcuffed behind her back. Keally yells "Stop pictures everyone until we get set up for the next scene!" Keally returns to the stage, uses a key to free Krissy's wrists, then helps her to her feet. I hear Keally ask them if they would do one more session with Tommy's cock buried in Krissy's pussy. Krissy immediately looks over at me, and I tell her that it is okay with me. After hearing that, Keally instructs some of the crew to take away the motorcycle and bring out the six foot by eight foot rubber mat. After the mat is placed in the middle of the stage, Keally gets on it and lays down on her back. She tells Tommy to get between her legs, then tells Krissy to kneel next to her. Keally continues "When I tell the guys to start shooting I want Krissy to hop on my face so I can start licking her pussy, and I want Tommy to immediately push his cock into me." Keally then looks over at the camera guys and says "Okay, one, two, three, start!" Krissy immediately swings a leg over Keally's face as Tommy shoves his hard cock inside Keally's pussy. Krissy starts moaning loudly and whips her hair around her face while Tommy begins fucking the hell out of Keally. They continue doing this for the next five or six minutes, then suddenly Keally gently pushes Krissy away from her and she tells Tommy that he can stop now. Tommy stops for a few seconds, but does not pull his cock out of her, so she says again "You can stop now Tommy! Pull your cock out of me!" The tension mounts in the room as everyone waits to see what Tommy is going to do. He slowly pushes his cock in her as far as he can, then suddenly starts vigorously fucking the hell out of her. Keally starts struggling to get out from underneath him but he pins her wrists against the rubber mat. Again Keally says "Tommy, get off me! You are supposed to be fucking your sister, not me!" Tommy ignores her pleading and continues ramming his huge cock into her tight pussy over and over. Over and over he rams his cock into her as she struggles to get him off her. A couple of minutes go by then I hear one of the camera guys say "Fuck the hell out of her Tommy! Fuck that skinny little bitch!" Three or four of the guys take their cameras and get closer to the stage to get better photos while my son continues thrusting his cock in and out of helpless little Keally. Another camera guy says "Go ahead and fuck her Tommy! She has been teasing guys for such a long time that we want to see her get a good fucking!" Suddenly, Tommy wraps his left arm around Keally's waist and uses his right arm to push them upward from the rubber mat. He struggles to his feet and Keally wraps her arms around the back of Tommy's neck for support. Then Tommy grabs Keally's ass cheeks and begins thrusting his cock up into her pussy as hard as he can. Keally's legs dangle wildly around in the air as my son fucks the hell out of her. Suddenly Tommy stops thrusting his cock into her, leans back slightly, releases his grip from Keally's ass cheeks, then reaches behind his neck and grasps her wrists. Keally frantically tries to get her legs wrapped around Tommy's back to support herself as he slowly forces her arms down to her sides. She screams at him "Let me down to the floor you fucking bastard! Let me down now!". Keally finally gives up trying to get her legs around Tommy and stops struggling. Tommy bends his knees and leans back just a little bit, then releases his grip from Keally's wrists and places his hands on his hips. One of the camera guys says "Jesus Christ, I never seen anything like this before in my life! Keally's feet are dangling around in the air and nothing is holding her off the floor except Tommy's cock!" After a few seconds, the camera guys recover from their initial shock and the room becomes brilliantly lighted from all the camera flashes going off at one time. Keally still has her arms down next to her sides and is impaled on Tommy's hard cock as she looks over to the cameras flashing and says "Are you happy now you fucking bastards! Did you get the show you have been wanting to see for the past year? Are you happy someone is fucking the hell out of me so you can take the pictures home and masturbate while you look at my naked body?" After about fifteen seconds Tommy lowers her to her feet and his cock pops out of her. She runs her fingers through her hair a couple of times and tells Tommy that was the best fucking she as ever had. Suddenly, Tommy roughly turns her around, and forces her to lay face down on the rubber mat. She tries to get up, but Tommy places one hand on the back of her neck while he takes his other and positions his cock at her asshole. Keally cries "Please don't humiliate me any more in front of all these people! Let me up!" Tommy ignores her and pushes his cock hard against her asshole. Keally is crying real tears as Tommy's hard cock pops inside her asshole and he applies even more pressure to keep it going further inside her. He pushes it in and pulls it back out a few more times, then he leans forward over the top of her and really starts giving her the fucking of her life. She screams for him to stop, but he continues thrusting his cock into her asshole over and over again. After about five minutes, Tommy suddenly pulls his cock out of her and unloads a load of sperm that splashes all over her back and drips onto the rubber mat. After a few seconds, he gets up and all the camera guys give him a big round of applause. Then, he turns around, and walks towards the changing room area behind the stage. A few seconds later, Keally has regained her composure, gets to her feet and she runs to the changing rooms also. All the guys start having lively conversations while Krissy and I wait for Tommy to finish changing into his street clothes. After about five minutes, he appears from behind the stage walking hand in hand with Keally. Tommy is dressed in the clothes he wore here today, but Keally is still naked. When they get to us, she reaches up and places her hand on the back of Tommy's neck to pull him close to her. She gives him a kiss, then says "Don't forget to call me tonight!" She then picks up her blouse and skirt from the chair where she had put them earlier, and walks off to the exit door. Tommy holds up a piece of paper and says "Look Mom, I got her phone number! She wants me to come over this weekend to meet her girlfriends!" That nice oriental girl has been sitting in the back the whole time and she gets up and walks over to us. She tells us that was a great photo session, then asks us to follow her back out to reception area. We walk down the long hallway, then she opens the door for us and says "Please have a seat and the receptionist will have your payment for you in just a couple of minutes. She smiles, then closes the door behind her." About a minute later, the same door opens and "Natasha the Doctor" steps into the room and walks over to Krissy. She has on a beautiful black silk dress that is completely open in the front and her huge naked breasts gently sway back and forth as she walks. When she gets to Krissy, she reaches into the front of her black thong panties and pulls out a small piece of writing paper. She hands the piece of paper to Krissy then pulls her dress together, wraps the matching black silk tie around her waist and walks towards the elevator behind us. Krissy reads the note Natasha just gave her and it says "You passed my physical examination honey! Make sure you call me this weekend and we will go boating on my boyfriend's thirty foot yacht with a few of my girlfriends! Make sure you call me!" We turn around to see Natasha step into the elevator, then Natasha waves to us as the door closes. Krissy says "Mom, is it okay if I call her? I really liked the physical examination she was giving me before we got interrupted." I tell Krissy that I think she is really nice also, and to invite her over to the house sometime to spend the night with us. Just then the receptionist opens the sliding glass window and says that our payment is ready. We get up and walk over to her. She hands us an envelope that says "One Thousand Dollars Cash" on it, then says "Mrs Walker, your daughter has been hired full time! Congratulations!" Krissy squeals with excitement, then gives her brother and myself a quick kiss. The receptionist continues "Krissy's next session is one week from today at the same time." Suddenly, a professional looking women opens the door in the receptionist's office, hands her a typed document, then departs. The receptionist says please excuse me for a second Mrs Walker while I read this. This is a personal letter from the Chief Executive Officer addressed to you. The receptionist takes a minute to read the letter, then says "The CEO was sitting behind you during part of Krissy's initial photography session today and wants you to do a private session with your son and daughter at his home next weekend for about one hundred of his guests." She then interjects "I have been at his parties before Mrs Walker and they are a blast. He lives next to the ocean in this huge mansion on about ten acres of land. He has three or four swimming pools, a bowling alley and always has live entertainment, free food and drinks. I would accept this invitation if I were you!" I tell her "Well I don't know about that. I will have to think about it." The receptionist starts reading more from the letter. She recites "The payment for the photography session will be four thousand dollars cash paid in full upon your arrival at his residence, or you can receive the payment at departure if you would like." Krissy and Tommy start giggling a little bit, then I ask what type of photography session is he looking for. She says "According to this note from the CEO, it explains that the photography session will be directed by Keally and will start exactly at ten o'clock at night and will last at least one hour. It also says that you, your son and daughter must all perform oral sex on each other, with the finale being your son having anal sex with you." I say "Well, that does not sound too bad! We do that around the house for free all the time! We might as well get paid for doing the same thing in front of an audience of one hundred or more people!" Then I ask her "Are there anything other stipulations in that contract you have?" The receptionist says "There is one more. It says here, after your photography session, you and your children must remain completely naked and mingle with his guests for at least one hour. If you stay an additional hour after that and let his guests take pictures of themselves posing with you and your children, he will authorize you to receive an additional two thousand dollars cash at exactly one o'clock in the morning." I take a second to look at Tommy and Krissy, then I say to the receptionist "You said the CEO always has great food. Can we come over a couple of hours earlier to go swimming and have a great dining experience?" The receptionist says "His special guests, like your family, may have anything on the menu prepared by his personal chef. He always has lobster, crab cakes, three or four different types of fresh fish, steak, or you may even order a cheeseburger if you want one." I decide this is going to be a really great time for the kids and myself, so I say "Where do I sign the contract?" The receptionist tells me the only thing to sign is a statement that says Tommy and Krissy are at least twenty one years of age. I quickly sign it, then we turn around and head towards the elevator. Krissy says "Wow Mom, that is two thousand dollars apiece for three hours of work!" Just then we hear someone yelling "Tommy, Tommy!," so we turn around and see Keally running towards us. I think to myself "Wow! Fifteen or twenty minutes have passed since we last saw her and she still has not put any clothes." She runs up to Tommy, gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, then turns around and starts running back to the hallway entrance door. She stops for a second and says "I hate to run, but I am right in the middle of a photo session with three identical sisters who are naked in the cold studio so I better get back quickly!" She winks at Tommy, then the door closes behind her.
This is my second day with daniel, my 14 year old nephew, If you are offended easily then I suggest you dont read any further Daniel arrived early the following wednesday, he told his mother( my sister) that I wanted him to do extra work on my garden. It was just eight in the morning when he arrived and I was still in bed. I heard the doorbell and got out of bed to answer it, I was wearing a baggy tshirt and pj bottoms, not exactly the sexiest things i own. lol When the door opened daniel had a big smile on his face and I knew what he wanted but I wasnt the best morning person in the world. I invited him in and told him to make 2 cups of coffee and I went to get my bathrobe on, the sun was already beaming but the house was still a bit chilly. daniel was pouring the water into the mugs so I went over behind him and when he had finished pouring I leaned over and kissed his neck and slid my hand down inside his trousers and felt his hard cock. It had been a week since i took his virginity and since I'd seen him last, I think the bigest turn on was the fact that not only was what we were doing illegal but it was also breaking so many sociatal taboo's. Here I was with my 14 year old nephews cock in my hand and I was so turned on. We sat down on the couch and cuddled as we had our coffee and watched tv, I really wanted him inside me but I wanted him to be really worked up.. the room was getting warm from the sunlight streaming in through the double door so i took off my robe and sat back with daniels head resting on my shoulder, then I felt his hand moving over my tshirt, slowly up towards my breasts, I pretended I wasnt aware of what he was doing and he inched closer. His fingers touched the bottom of my right tit and i nearly jumped with excitement at the Idea of fucking him again, he moved his finger tips over my nipples and circled them gently, O.M.G I was getting so turned on. after a few minutes of that I lifted my tshirt and put his hand right onto my breast and told him to pinch my nipples gently. I knew he was getting really worked up but I wanted to really tease him..I was soaking wet and I could feel it on my pj's then I felt something I really didnt want...It was a gush. I went into the bathroom and checked myself and then I discovered my period had started. Fuck it! I was going to have some fun one way or another. I put in a tampon and went back in the room to daniel. "lets go to the bedroom hun, I have something to show you" We went into my room and I pushed him onto the bed, I straddled his legs and pulled down his jeans and boxers and his cock stood to attention. I took it in my hand and licked it all round the head, then I opened my mouth and started sucking his cock while wanking it with my lips, It didnt take long before he started to moan and i could feel the tension growing in him as he built up to an orgasm. when he wxploded in my mouth I made sure I swallowed every drop and I was very dramatic about it, I even told him i loved the taste (a little white lie) I've never really tasted any major difference between one guy and another. when he was finished I pulled off my tshirt and stuck my nipple in his mouth while he pinched and squeezed my other breast, I told him to suck hard on it and gently bite it. I was getting so worked up!! His cock was still rock hard and I really wanted to get kinky with him so i stood up and pulled down my pj's and knickes in one go, I didnt know how he would react to me being on my period but I really hoped he wouldnt mind. "O.K hun you have a choice, I'm having my period so if you dont mind a little mess you can still fuck my pussy or if you feel a little more adventurous you can try something new and you can fuck my ass instead or if you like we can do both" ;) He looked totally shocked " can we try your pussy?" "of course we can hun" I climbed on top of him and we kissed, I reached underneath and pulled out the tampon and threw it down beside the bed where he couldnt see it, then I slid down untill his cock was right up against my pussy. I pushed back onto him and I could feel it slowly sliding up inside me but it didnt feel comfortable so I eased up so the head was almost out and then I slid down onto it again, it took 4 times attempts until it was all the way inside me. I sat there with his cock burried deep in my pussy gripping it with my pussy and swinging my breasts in front of his face, I was loving the kinkiness of it. I always loved being fucked during my period it's when I'm at my horniest.... I slowly started to fuck his cock and I could see the bliss on his face, he was staring right up between my breasts and right into my face. He tried to thrust up into me but I told him to stop that if he continued I was going to stop altogether so he just lay there and I slowly fucked his cock. I could feel it getting wetter and wetter down there and I knew it would be very messy but I was just so into it right now and that was just another layer to the kinkiness of it, at least there was little to no chance of me getting pregnant. I gradually started to speed up and i pushed down harder onto his cock trying to drive it deeper and harder even though it was already as deep as it could go!! I wanted him to fill me, stretch me, I wanted him!! I could feel him starting to tense up and I knew he was close to cumming so I started to speed up, I was nowhere near ready to cum yet but I wanted to feel him explode inside me. his body went totally rigid and he closed his eyes and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me but I just kept fucking his cock...in and out I pounded down onto him. i could feel his cum gushing out of me, Daniel started to relax a bit and I just continued to fuck his cock. O.M.F.G it was so wet down there, It felt so fucking amazing, I could feel Daniel squirming under me, " michelle I'm cumming again" he started to tense up again and I continued to fuck him hard and fast then he started thrusting into me and I ground my pussy onto his cock, suddenly he went totally rigid, it was like a spasm, I could feel him cumming inside me again. I was so close myself, I really wanted to cum with him but I knew we wouldn't so I just kept fucking.... Daniel suddenly stopped thrusting and said something I really didnt want to hear. "please stop michelle I'm too sensitive" he looked so uncomfortable.. I just thought "fuck it!! he had 2 orgasms and I'm so close!" so I just kept slamming onto his cock. "Im almost there hun, Im almost there!... just a minute "Stop Aunty, please" I sped up and then my world exploded, holy shit it was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, I squirted all over his cock and my bedding. I froze, his cock still inside me and daniel was still beging me to stop, not to move. I waited for everything to calm down and then I slid up his cock, he was almost having a fit as I slid off, he was so sensitive!! Once I was off I kissed him and told him that was the best fuck I have ever had, I wasnt lying, it was the best fuck I'd ever had with a guy ;) I lifted my leg over to see what the mess was like...O.M.G it was a MESS!! his cock was covered in Blood and spunk. I wrapped my mouth around it and started to suck it clean, it didnt taste bad! Daniel was going a bit limp so I decided to leave it and clean up with a towel, after I wiped him off he got up and went for a shower, what a fucking mess, I had to change the quilt cover, then I discovered the blood and other stuff had leaked through not only the quilt but also the sheets underneath and onto my matress, I guess I was going to be sleeping in the spare room tonight.... I hope you like it, theres more to come.. email me with any comments @ [email protected]
Hi my name is Michelle and this is my first time writing here. I am 40 years old and only discovered i love animals (my dogs) I have 2 lovers, Oscar is a 6 year old black lab mix and Gizmo is a 4 year old jack russell. It was about four years ago when it first happened... Let me describe myself first, I am 5ft 10in tall and i have an athletic build, i fit a snug C cup and i have long blonde hair(recent) but im a natural brunette. I wake up for work at 8:30 but i woke up early this particular morning and i was feeling so horny!! so i took out my favoutite toy and had some fun before work, my favourite toy is a 10in pink vibrator. i was imagining my gf playing with my clit and sliding it into me, my finger was playing with my clit while i was fucking myself to heavenly bliss. It didnt take too long before i came and i pulled out my vibe and lay back on my pillows with my eyes closed. Thats when i heard it, I looked down between my legs and there was gizmo licking my vibe and he really seemed to like it. iI just sat there looking at him and feeling very turned on by the thought that my dog was licking my cum off my most intimate toy O.M.G it was such a turnon. After a while he stopped licking the vibe and started sniffing around at the sheets getting closer and closer to my pussy, I was just spellbound and I realy wanted to see what he would do. He found it!! his cold nose sniffed at my pussy and I nearly jumped with the shock even though I was watching him. I was about to stop him and whosh him out of the room when his tongue darted into me, O.M.F.G it was amazing, so warm and rough in the most sensual way possible, I couldnt believe I was letting it happen but it felt sooo intense and soon I was on the verge of a really intense orgasm and I didnt want to stop at all, it was like a dam bursting, my legs were shaking and I could hardly breath. when I started to come down off that high I became aware of the wet puddle on my bed under me, at first i thought Gizmo did it but I was still leaking, my orgasm was so intense I had wet myself, Gizmo was at the door waiting to get out. After I let him out I sat on the bed thinking about what had just happened and decided I was going to see how far this would go, then I looked at the clock and realised I was going to be late for work...... All day it was on my mind, I just couldn't believe it had happened and whats more I was so turned on by it, Catholics just don't do things like that, but then again Catholics are not gay either (sarcasm). I couldn't wait to get home... As soon as I got in through the door I was greeted by Oscar and gizmo and I decided to do it straight away, I picked up gizmo and took him to my room and closed the door so oscar wouldnt come in, he was too big to control easily and I needed to be in control right now. I took off my uniform and picked up my dildo from where I had left it. it started buzzing as soon as I switched it on and then I thought of how gizmo had licked it and I felt so horney at the thought of him licking it and me, I didnt bother cleaning it before I plunged it straight into my pussy and put my head back, I was hoping gizmo would go straight to it but he didnt. he lay there between my legs looking at me. I took it out and turned it off and as soon as I did he got up and started licking it. it was happening again!! I was so excited!!! he lost interest in it pretty fast and went straight to my pussy, I was loving it.. it was while he was licking me to 7th heaven that i noticed his cock, I could see the red tip of it peeking out, he was turned on! I sat up, denying him access to my pussy and wondering just how far I wanted this to go. I'd already gone too far to stop now... I started stroking his back and legs slowly working my way down to his cock. as soon as I touched it I felt as if i was loosing control, he lay there on his side letting me touch his cock and i slowly moved my head down toward it, I took it in my mouth and I started to suck on it, i could taste his juices leaking out of it and I liked it, Oh god this was soooo kinky!! Then he started humping his cock into my mouth.... So help me i wanted a cock inside me right then and i really wanted to see what it was like even though it was smaller than i was used to. I lay back and let him start licking my pussy again. I had a plan! i was really close to cumming when i took his front paws and put them on my tummy, I could feel his cock poking at my slit and i wanted it so bad. Unfortunately he found my ass first so i re positioned myself so he would find my pussy easier. he had hit my clit twice which really hurt and i was about to give up when he found it. O.M.G he was so fast, I've never beem fucked so enthusiastically before, it was so raw. I could feel him growing inside me and I was liking what I was feeling, very much!! then something new happened, it feldt like he was trying to push something big into me and i could feel it going in gradually, then all of a sudden it was in!! Gizmo was Still pounding into me but he wasnt pulling out, he was cumming inside me. "fuck mommy baby...fuck me! I remember saying it so vividly. I was almost there when he pulled out of me so i started rubbing my clit and sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy and I just exploded, I sprayed the bed.. lol. Gizmo was on the floor licking his cock and that was the first time I'd ever seen a knot... that had actually been inside me!! All I could think about was if Gizmo's cock is that size then Oscars must be huge...mmmmmmmmmm id just have to wait till after dinner, I needed something to eat. Please let me know if you want to know more, I'm not a writer but please let me know what you think and if you want to email me leave a message at [email protected]
Ok, first of all I'd like to say that this is 100% true, not a fact in here is a lie. Now for an introduction. My name is Ryan, I'm 24 years old, and almost ten years ago I lost my virginity. This is how. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My story begins November 2000. I was fourteen years old. I had been known up to that point as a sort-of nerd type person, but that was all about to change. Even though I was a nerd, I could still "chat-up" the ladies, if you know what I mean, the only problem I had was starting a conversation with them without looking like too much of a creep. At the end of every school term, in Maths we would have an exam, using a past exam paper, as practice for our GCSE's, but unfortunately, I was ill that day. I was always good at Maths, until I got lazy and couldn't really be bothered, but more on that later. I went into school the day after we were meant to have the test to find out one other person had been absent. Lauren Cash. Lauren had sat next to me in Maths for the past two years, and we may have had a small friendship, but nothing too big. The only real big thing I knew about her was that she was a giant slut, and thats putting in polietly. She was the one I lost my virginity too, and this is what happened. I sat down in my seat, knowing what was about to happen. My teacher was going to be so pissed it would be unbelievable, and she would literally chew my head off for missing the exam. "How was the test?" said a high pitched voice from behind. It was Lauren. She said this as she sat in her seat giving her usual cheeky smile. "I wouldn't know," I replied, " I was ill." "Really?" Lauren gave a sigh of relief, "So Im not the only one then?" "So you were ill yesterday aswell," I asked, already knowing the answer. "If a teacher asks, I was ill, but if if anyone else asks, I'll tell the truth!" She giggled as she said this. Lauren had a habit of having days off for no apparent reason. How she was in top maths, I still don't know. Our teacher then came over and began to give a boring lecture about how we should have come to school yesterday and all the rest of it, before taking us to an empty class room to do the test. "You'll have the full time, My Johnson wont be needing his room today. Remember, its a 90 Minute exam, so don't rush, pace yourself," My teacher told us as she guided us it Mr Johnsons room. She pointed us to our seats before making sure we had everything that we needed and that we had revised. I hadn't, but still said I had. My teacher then left the room, locking the door behind her. Within an hour I had completed the test. Lauren had obviously copied me, as she finished a few moments after me. "Well that test was easy, wasn't it?" Lauren said in a sarcastic way. I nodded to please her, before she began to have another one of her famous speeches about her boyfriend. I had never met him, and he sounded like a nice guy, and Laurens latest speech made him sound better than Superman, before she burst into tears.I didn't know what to do, girls had never done this in front of me. This was foreign territory, but I wasnt going to let that stop me. "What's wrong?" I asked in a comforting way. "Tyler dumped me!" She replied as the tears rolled down her face. "I can't believe that backstabbing bastard would cheat on me! I mean, I lost my virginity to him!" That final statement shook me abit. All those stories of Lauren price being the biggest slut this side of the UK, they were all made up. I put my arm around her to comfort her, and it worked! I only said a few things that I had seen on TV, like "There, there" and "He didnt deserve to be with a woman as beautiful as you." That last one won Lauren over. "Hey Ryan?" She asked "Are you still a virgin?" "Well, umm..." I didnt know how to reply. Should I say yes? Should I say no? But it didn't matter. Lauren had already dived under the table and began pulling my pants and underwear down to my knees, before rubbing up my hard cock. I was a victim of spontaneous erections, and for once it paid off. "If you want," She said stroking my cock," You can lose it to me," I couldnt give an answer. Before I knew it, my cock was in her mouth. Her pink lips had engulfed it, and her tounge stroked it. She began sliding her mouth up and down it. With in a few minutes, I shot my load in her mouth. What happened next it a bit blurry, but the next thing I remember is me sitting on the table with Lauren riding my cock. It slid inside her. Up and down. Up and down. It was a glourious feeling. My cock was tingling and Lauren screamed out in orgasm. "YES RYAN YOU BIG NERD CUM INSIDE ME!" Never before had I realised how sound proof the school walls were. When she screamed I came, squirting my load of cum inside, as she squirted on my cock. The next thing I remember is us handing in our tests. But that was only the beginning.
Ok, first of all I'd like to say that this is 100% true, not a fact in here is a lie. Now for an introduction. My name is Ryan, I'm 24 years old, and almost ten years ago I lost my virginity. This is how. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My story begins November 2000. I was fourteen years old. I had been known up to that point as a sort-of nerd type person, but that was all about to change. Even though I was a nerd, I could still "chat-up" the ladies, if you know what I mean, the only problem I had was starting a conversation with them without looking like too much of a creep. At the end of every school term, in Maths we would have an exam, using a past exam paper, as practice for our GCSE's, but unfortunately, I was ill that day. I was always good at Maths, until I got lazy and couldn't really be bothered, but more on that later. I went into school the day after we were meant to have the test to find out one other person had been absent. Lauren Cash. Lauren had sat next to me in Maths for the past two years, and we may have had a small friendship, but nothing too big. The only real big thing I knew about her was that she was a giant slut, and thats putting in polietly. She was the one I lost my virginity too, and this is what happened. I sat down in my seat, knowing what was about to happen. My teacher was going to be so pissed it would be unbelievable, and she would literally chew my head off for missing the exam. "How was the test?" said a high pitched voice from behind. It was Lauren. She said this as she sat in her seat giving her usual cheeky smile. "I wouldn't know," I replied, " I was ill." "Really?" Lauren gave a sigh of relief, "So Im not the only one then?" "So you were ill yesterday aswell," I asked, already knowing the answer. "If a teacher asks, I was ill, but if if anyone else asks, I'll tell the truth!" She giggled as she said this. Lauren had a habit of having days off for no apparent reason. How she was in top maths, I still don't know. Our teacher then came over and began to give a boring lecture about how we should have come to school yesterday and all the rest of it, before taking us to an empty class room to do the test. "You'll have the full time, My Johnson wont be needing his room today. Remember, its a 90 Minute exam, so don't rush, pace yourself," My teacher told us as she guided us it Mr Johnsons room. She pointed us to our seats before making sure we had everything that we needed and that we had revised. I hadn't, but still said I had. My teacher then left the room, locking the door behind her. Within an hour I had completed the test. Lauren had obviously copied me, as she finished a few moments after me. "Well that test was easy, wasn't it?" Lauren said in a sarcastic way. I nodded to please her, before she began to have another one of her famous speeches about her boyfriend. I had never met him, and he sounded like a nice guy, and Laurens latest speech made him sound better than Superman, before she burst into tears.I didn't know what to do, girls had never done this in front of me. This was foreign territory, but I wasnt going to let that stop me. "What's wrong?" I asked in a comforting way. "Tyler dumped me!" She replied as the tears rolled down her face. "I can't believe that backstabbing bastard would cheat on me! I mean, I lost my virginity to him!" That final statement shook me abit. All those stories of Lauren price being the biggest slut this side of the UK, they were all made up. I put my arm around her to comfort her, and it worked! I only said a few things that I had seen on TV, like "There, there" and "He didnt deserve to be with a woman as beautiful as you." That last one won Lauren over. "Hey Ryan?" She asked "Are you still a virgin?" "Well, umm..." I didnt know how to reply. Should I say yes? Should I say no? But it didn't matter. Lauren had already dived under the table and began pulling my pants and underwear down to my knees, before rubbing up my hard cock. I was a victim of spontaneous erections, and for once it paid off. "If you want," She said stroking my cock," You can lose it to me," I couldnt give an answer. Before I knew it, my cock was in her mouth. Her pink lips had engulfed it, and her tounge stroked it. She began sliding her mouth up and down it. With in a few minutes, I shot my load in her mouth. What happened next it a bit blurry, but the next thing I remember is me sitting on the table with Lauren riding my cock. It slid inside her. Up and down. Up and down. It was a glourious feeling. My cock was tingling and Lauren screamed out in orgasm. "YES RYAN YOU BIG NERD CUM INSIDE ME!" Never before had I realised how sound proof the school walls were. When she screamed I came, squirting my load of cum inside, as she squirted on my cock. The next thing I remember is us handing in our tests. But that was only the beginning.
It was a hot Friday afternoon I went to my room and turned on the aircon. I was slightly sleepy when my phone rang. It was my super hot aunt. So I quickly answered my phone. “Dominick, are you busy?” she said in a crying voice.” Nope,just sitting here watching some TV. What’s wrong?” I said. “My boyfriend just broke up with me this morning.” She said crying a little bit louder this time. “well what can I do for you?.” I said in a comforting way. “Can you spend time with me on the phone? So that I can tell you what happened? Is that okay with you?” she said. “Uh, y-ye that’s okay..” I said. “We were fighting the other day and it didn’t end well, because I caught my boyfriend having sex with my best friend and it fucking hurt me! Then I told him that I saw what happened then he just said that he was giving her a massage because she wasn’t feeling too good. Then I almost forgave him on what he did but then I remembered that he put his dick inside my best friend’s pussy and not to mention he cum inside her… then this morning he just texted my that he wants to break up because he was going to New York to have job. But I didn’t believed him one bit.” she said crying out loudly on the phone. “what a jerk… Hey, my dad will go there to pick up my uncle next week because they are going to his farm to chill out.. Would you mind me coming there and comforting you?” I said hopefully.” Yes!” she screamed.. The next week I called my aunt if he still need comforting. “yes, will you still come here?”. She said curiously. “of course I will! There’s nothing that I won’t do for you! :)).” Then my father called me. “Hey! Iceman let’s hit the road! Hang up there you and Anne will meet soon! So come on! ” He said (I like my drinks with lots of ice and I eat a lot of Ice cream that’s why he called me Iceman). “hey uh Imma hang up now cause we’re leaving” I said excitedly. “okay see you soon, sweetie”. She said happily. Then I realized that she had never called me nicknames except for the “Iceman”. “eh, at least now she called me a nickname that I kinda like between Anne and me”. I said ignoring the nickname she just called me. 5 hours of driving finally we are 5 minutes away from seeing my super hot aunt. “Ice, your uncle and I are gonna chill up his farm for a couple of days because we are gonna fix some things there. And since your with company with Anne its okay? Right?” he said. “uh… ya that would be great dad, but how long we gonna stay there? Not that I don’t like going to Anne’s place, it’s just to make sure how long…”. I said curiously. “about 4 days at least”. He said. “okay!” I said happily knowing that my dad would leave his laptop to me and I can search porno whenever my aunt’s asleep.. Finally we got there and to my surprise my uncle was over at the garden having a cigarette ready to go. “hey Matt! Let’s go fix you farm” shouted dad from the car. “Hey! Hold on.. Anne!! Iceman’s here! Keep him company okay?” My uncle said.. “Yes Matt!!” she said excitingly. “hey will you go back here tonight? Or not?” she asked. “no, were gonna stay at the farm for 4 days.. Well see ya Ice see ya Anne… Best get moving before dark.. Take care lads!” She was wearing a white top that says I’m juicy. And wearing super short shorts. I quickly noticed her big round boobs and to be honest it wasn’t fake at all. She had the most spankable ass I have ever seen. As they leave we went inside her house and I realized I forgot to get the laptop from my dad. “Oh!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” I said angrily. “why what’s wrong sweetie?” she said to me. “I fucking forgot to get the laptop from my dad.” I said. “It’s okay hon you can borrow mine if you want.” She said. “oh.. I better cause may be you got some important things to do.” I said. But in my mind I said holy shit! thanks Anne! I can fuck you thanks for that. “So... before you use my laptop I suggest that we eat first cause I’m pretty much starving!” she said. “umm okay… Can we order pizza?” I asked politely. “ye, sure I love eating pizza” she said happily. After a few minutes the pizza man came and we paid him.. then After we eat “Imma go watch TV in my room” I said excitedly. “okay” she said. Then when I got to my room I jumped on the bed and turned on the TV… I was watching star movies and when I looked up there was a crack in the ceiling and knowing this was my uncle’s room I checked it out.. Then to my surprise I saw a whole lot of pornos! I was so excited and at the same time shocked. Then I tried to watched 1 of those porn I slid 1 cd out then I watched the whole movie for about 1-2 hours I think?? Then I was masturbating all a sudden I heard Anne’s footsteps getting closer to my uncle Matt’s room where I was to sleep for four days. I quickly put my rock hard penis in my plain black jogging pants and quickly paused the porn and headed back to Disney channel then Anne knock at my uncle Matt’s room as expected then she said “ Don’t forget take a shower before going to sleep”. “okay” I said loudly. Then I went to the shower to finish my masturbating my normal penis is about 5 inch and when it’s fully erected I think about 6 and a half inch. I come a across my aunt before going to the bathroom she was wearing a white tank top and super short shorts she wasn’t wearing any bra so I got a view of her really huge tits she was 5 foot 1 and I was 5 foot 4 so I was able to look down and saw her beautiful boobs. I had a towel around my waist before going to the bathroom so quickly my penis erected when I saw her boobs and I certainly hope she saw my erected penis. Then when I was in the bathroom jerking off my aunt not knowing she walked in my uncle’s Matt’s room where I will be staying and changed the TV to video mode I didn’t her because the shower was too damn loud and pretty cold… She resume the porn video in my uncle’s room and she turned the volume down to surprise me. As I was walking near to Matt’s room she heard me and completely turn the volume up to its maximum volume. When I heard that I ran to Matt’s room in a hurry like I was being chased by 5 dogs. Then when I finally reached the room. “So you found Matt’s hiding place, eh? And this is what you’ve been doing since you got in this room and now I know why you went to the bathroom so quickly and not to mention you caught a glimpse of my boobs right when you were about to go there and yes.. I saw your erected penis while you were going to the bathroom” She said angrily “h-h-how d-d-did you k-know t-that?” I asked in a scared-ish voice. “I’ve been watching you Dominick.” “All day long. So uh did you like it?” she said “Hell ye it was the best boobs I have ever seen in my life!” “hmmm.. really?” she said “ yes how come you want to make sure that I’d like it? I mean what’s not to like on your boobs? It’s so perfectly shape!” I said excitedly “ Dominick, you want to see them first hand?” “YES!!!” I said super excitedly “Well if you really want them..” She began taking off there white tank top and saw her boobs! Even better staring at it closely and not had a glimpse of it. She then leaned on to me and kissed me it was like heaven she had warm very soft lips very turning on to me. And I kissed her passionately, our tongues entertained with each others tastes her tongue meeting my tongue and our salvias in each others mouths it was so good. We kissed passionately for about 10-20 minutes and I began touching her breasts and it felt like I had a very cute big round toy and I would just squeeze the living hell out of it! Then I touched her rock hard nipple she moan as we were kissing and then I reached down to unbutton here very short shorts and taking away her white panties along the short shorts and tossing them aside then I touched her very soft lips and she leaned back and remove the towel and we were instantly naked. “Oh my god!!! Your cock is super big! Even bigger than my boyfriend’s cock!” she exclaimed “really?” I said “yeah” I mean my boyfriend’s cock is like I dunno umm 3-4 inch” she said sadly. “yea well here you go this big dick is all for you.” Then se sucked my dick I felt so fucking good and then she deep throated my dick for about 5 seconds then quickly let my dick to get some air she did this for about 5 to 6 times “oh god, Anne your so good at sucking my dick.. I am about to cum!” I said eagerly. She then stopped then said “oops.. better not spill that cum in my mouth I want it inside my pussy” She giggled. And I said “your gonna get pregnant if I cum in your pussy” I said “I don’t care sweetie just do it. Enough talking out that big dick in my pussy” it was an order. “yes ma’am!” I said. Then I placed my dick in her pussy then she said “don’t go slower faster! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me till I cum! And fuck me like I have never been fucked before!” That’s all I needed to hear then I thrust my 6 and a half inch dick to my aunt’s wanting pussy and she screamed LOUDLY “ah fuck!!! Fuck fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! I’m Cumming Dominick! I’m Cumming! She said strongly “I’m can’t hold much longer!!! Imma cum!!! Ughhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!” She Cummed on my dick I felt and heard her 19 year old pussy as I thrust my 6 and a half dick very hard inside my aunt’s pussy. She screamed like hell! Then I told her “I-I-I’m gonna cum!” I said. “Don’t get it out! Cum inside me baby!” she said strongly. “okay!” I shouted. Then I kissed her again then I knew I couldn’t hold it any further and blew my load into her pussy as I was Cumming inside her I thrust my big dick further inside and she screamed! Then I saw my hot cum leaking out of her pussy and I turn us around that way she was on top of me and said “wow Dominick that was the most exciting orgasms I’ve ever experienced my whole life!” she said strongly then she collapsed on top of me still my dick inside of her and we fell asleep The next morning she was still on top of her and I woke her up with fucking her again.. We ate some left over pizzas we closed all the doors and windows so that we can walk naked around the house the 4 days I was with her felt like heaven we didn’t need clothes because we were naked all the time… the we had sex again this time on the kitchen table she Cummed twice there I blew of my hot Cum inside her for the second time and it was awesome the after we had sex at the kitchen table we kissed passionately in the couch for about what seems to be 30 minutes we like kissing each other then after the we took a bath then had sex there as always she screamed hurt my ear for about a second there and then she said “ wow Dominick your really good at having sex with me” she said strongly I just gave her a smile and fuck her harder then she Cummed for about 3-5 times I think… She was so tired and we slept at the floor of my uncle’s room and she was on top I have my dick inside her for 24 hours.. The 4 days was really sex lots and lots of sex Cumming screaming orgasms then we had finally had sex everywhere at the fourth night we had sex at her bedroom and she guided my dick to her ass this time she said “this is the last night were gonna have sex baby I want you to fuck me very hard! Harder than you fucked me yesterday and the days before that Cum in my ass and my pussy don’t take me slow baby do it fast and hardcore style” And so I did fuck her in the ass and cummed inside her ass for the very first time and fucked her in the pussy SO HARD that I blew of my load like I have never before then we fall asleep just like the other times we’ve fallen asleep her on top I’m at the bottom and my dick inserted in her pussy… I fucked her so very hardcore that the next day she had a hoarse voice she wasn’t able to speak clearly then we had 1 final sex before my dad picks me up.. as always she screamed but not loudly because of her sore throat and I’ve fucked her in the attic these time. Their attic was nice and clean and had a bed but we didn’t use it because I fucked her on the stairs of the attic. Then as always again I Cummed in her ass and wet juicy pussy but then As I was to unleash my third load before leaving the house she said “cum on my face” then I gladly did Cummed on her face she was hotter when she had Cum on her face and I tasted her pussy for the first time because she wanted my dick in her pussy and kissing me all the time and she didn’t made me eat her pussy. Then I did we were doing “69” her favourite position. Then this time I can’t believe she Cummed 6 times!!! She was to damn tired that I had to carry her to her bedroom and dressed her up so that my uncle and dad wouldn’t be suspicious of what’s happened over the past 4 days.. Then I woke her saying “hey, hon dad’s here I’m gonna leave no sweetie next time I go here I’ll fuck you twice as hard” I said thoughtfully. She gave one last! Wet kiss and pulled down my pants to give my dick one last kiss to and one last 10 second deep throat. Then my father said “Iceman! Hurry up! I’ve got a lot of work to do!” “Ye dad! Coming!!” I said out loud. Then I gave my aunt a follow up wet and spit kiss then she said “we really are dirty.. now get out here before I fuck you I’m getting kinda horny just think of you.. I’ll masturbate for you babe.” She said pleasantly. Then I got out then went home…
It was a hot Friday afternoon I went to my room and turned on the aircon. I was slightly sleepy when my phone rang. It was my super hot aunt. So I quickly answered my phone. “Dominick, are you busy?” she said in a crying voice.” Nope,just sitting here watching some TV. What’s wrong?” I said. “My boyfriend just broke up with me this morning.” She said crying a little bit louder this time. “well what can I do for you?.” I said in a comforting way. “Can you spend time with me on the phone? So that I can tell you what happened? Is that okay with you?” she said. “Uh, y-ye that’s okay..” I said. “We were fighting the other day and it didn’t end well, because I caught my boyfriend having sex with my best friend and it fucking hurt me! Then I told him that I saw what happened then he just said that he was giving her a massage because she wasn’t feeling too good. Then I almost forgave him on what he did but then I remembered that he put his dick inside my best friend’s pussy and not to mention he cum inside her… then this morning he just texted my that he wants to break up because he was going to New York to have job. But I didn’t believed him one bit.” she said crying out loudly on the phone. “what a jerk… Hey, my dad will go there to pick up my uncle next week because they are going to his farm to chill out.. Would you mind me coming there and comforting you?” I said hopefully.” Yes!” she screamed.. The next week I called my aunt if he still need comforting. “yes, will you still come here?”. She said curiously. “of course I will! There’s nothing that I won’t do for you! :)).” Then my father called me. “Hey! Iceman let’s hit the road! Hang up there you and Anne will meet soon! So come on! ” He said (I like my drinks with lots of ice and I eat a lot of Ice cream that’s why he called me Iceman). “hey uh Imma hang up now cause we’re leaving” I said excitedly. “okay see you soon, sweetie”. She said happily. Then I realized that she had never called me nicknames except for the “Iceman”. “eh, at least now she called me a nickname that I kinda like between Anne and me”. I said ignoring the nickname she just called me. 5 hours of driving finally we are 5 minutes away from seeing my super hot aunt. “Ice, your uncle and I are gonna chill up his farm for a couple of days because we are gonna fix some things there. And since your with company with Anne its okay? Right?” he said. “uh… ya that would be great dad, but how long we gonna stay there? Not that I don’t like going to Anne’s place, it’s just to make sure how long…”. I said curiously. “about 4 days at least”. He said. “okay!” I said happily knowing that my dad would leave his laptop to me and I can search porno whenever my aunt’s asleep.. Finally we got there and to my surprise my uncle was over at the garden having a cigarette ready to go. “hey Matt! Let’s go fix you farm” shouted dad from the car. “Hey! Hold on.. Anne!! Iceman’s here! Keep him company okay?” My uncle said.. “Yes Matt!!” she said excitingly. “hey will you go back here tonight? Or not?” she asked. “no, were gonna stay at the farm for 4 days.. Well see ya Ice see ya Anne… Best get moving before dark.. Take care lads!” She was wearing a white top that says I’m juicy. And wearing super short shorts. I quickly noticed her big round boobs and to be honest it wasn’t fake at all. She had the most spankable ass I have ever seen. As they leave we went inside her house and I realized I forgot to get the laptop from my dad. “Oh!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” I said angrily. “why what’s wrong sweetie?” she said to me. “I fucking forgot to get the laptop from my dad.” I said. “It’s okay hon you can borrow mine if you want.” She said. “oh.. I better cause may be you got some important things to do.” I said. But in my mind I said holy shit! thanks Anne! I can fuck you thanks for that. “So... before you use my laptop I suggest that we eat first cause I’m pretty much starving!” she said. “umm okay… Can we order pizza?” I asked politely. “ye, sure I love eating pizza” she said happily. After a few minutes the pizza man came and we paid him.. then After we eat “Imma go watch TV in my room” I said excitedly. “okay” she said. Then when I got to my room I jumped on the bed and turned on the TV… I was watching star movies and when I looked up there was a crack in the ceiling and knowing this was my uncle’s room I checked it out.. Then to my surprise I saw a whole lot of pornos! I was so excited and at the same time shocked. Then I tried to watched 1 of those porn I slid 1 cd out then I watched the whole movie for about 1-2 hours I think?? Then I was masturbating all a sudden I heard Anne’s footsteps getting closer to my uncle Matt’s room where I was to sleep for four days. I quickly put my rock hard penis in my plain black jogging pants and quickly paused the porn and headed back to Disney channel then Anne knock at my uncle Matt’s room as expected then she said “ Don’t forget take a shower before going to sleep”. “okay” I said loudly. Then I went to the shower to finish my masturbating my normal penis is about 5 inch and when it’s fully erected I think about 6 and a half inch. I come a across my aunt before going to the bathroom she was wearing a white tank top and super short shorts she wasn’t wearing any bra so I got a view of her really huge tits she was 5 foot 1 and I was 5 foot 4 so I was able to look down and saw her beautiful boobs. I had a towel around my waist before going to the bathroom so quickly my penis erected when I saw her boobs and I certainly hope she saw my erected penis. Then when I was in the bathroom jerking off my aunt not knowing she walked in my uncle’s Matt’s room where I will be staying and changed the TV to video mode I didn’t her because the shower was too damn loud and pretty cold… She resume the porn video in my uncle’s room and she turned the volume down to surprise me. As I was walking near to Matt’s room she heard me and completely turn the volume up to its maximum volume. When I heard that I ran to Matt’s room in a hurry like I was being chased by 5 dogs. Then when I finally reached the room. “So you found Matt’s hiding place, eh? And this is what you’ve been doing since you got in this room and now I know why you went to the bathroom so quickly and not to mention you caught a glimpse of my boobs right when you were about to go there and yes.. I saw your erected penis while you were going to the bathroom” She said angrily “h-h-how d-d-did you k-know t-that?” I asked in a scared-ish voice. “I’ve been watching you Dominick.” “All day long. So uh did you like it?” she said “Hell ye it was the best boobs I have ever seen in my life!” “hmmm.. really?” she said “ yes how come you want to make sure that I’d like it? I mean what’s not to like on your boobs? It’s so perfectly shape!” I said excitedly “ Dominick, you want to see them first hand?” “YES!!!” I said super excitedly “Well if you really want them..” She began taking off there white tank top and saw her boobs! Even better staring at it closely and not had a glimpse of it. She then leaned on to me and kissed me it was like heaven she had warm very soft lips very turning on to me. And I kissed her passionately, our tongues entertained with each others tastes her tongue meeting my tongue and our salvias in each others mouths it was so good. We kissed passionately for about 10-20 minutes and I began touching her breasts and it felt like I had a very cute big round toy and I would just squeeze the living hell out of it! Then I touched her rock hard nipple she moan as we were kissing and then I reached down to unbutton here very short shorts and taking away her white panties along the short shorts and tossing them aside then I touched her very soft lips and she leaned back and remove the towel and we were instantly naked. “Oh my god!!! Your cock is super big! Even bigger than my boyfriend’s cock!” she exclaimed “really?” I said “yeah” I mean my boyfriend’s cock is like I dunno umm 3-4 inch” she said sadly. “yea well here you go this big dick is all for you.” Then se sucked my dick I felt so fucking good and then she deep throated my dick for about 5 seconds then quickly let my dick to get some air she did this for about 5 to 6 times “oh god, Anne your so good at sucking my dick.. I am about to cum!” I said eagerly. She then stopped then said “oops.. better not spill that cum in my mouth I want it inside my pussy” She giggled. And I said “your gonna get pregnant if I cum in your pussy” I said “I don’t care sweetie just do it. Enough talking out that big dick in my pussy” it was an order. “yes ma’am!” I said. Then I placed my dick in her pussy then she said “don’t go slower faster! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me till I cum! And fuck me like I have never been fucked before!” That’s all I needed to hear then I thrust my 6 and a half inch dick to my aunt’s wanting pussy and she screamed LOUDLY “ah fuck!!! Fuck fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! I’m Cumming Dominick! I’m Cumming! She said strongly “I’m can’t hold much longer!!! Imma cum!!! Ughhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!” She Cummed on my dick I felt and heard her 19 year old pussy as I thrust my 6 and a half dick very hard inside my aunt’s pussy. She screamed like hell! Then I told her “I-I-I’m gonna cum!” I said. “Don’t get it out! Cum inside me baby!” she said strongly. “okay!” I shouted. Then I kissed her again then I knew I couldn’t hold it any further and blew my load into her pussy as I was Cumming inside her I thrust my big dick further inside and she screamed! Then I saw my hot cum leaking out of her pussy and I turn us around that way she was on top of me and said “wow Dominick that was the most exciting orgasms I’ve ever experienced my whole life!” she said strongly then she collapsed on top of me still my dick inside of her and we fell asleep The next morning she was still on top of her and I woke her up with fucking her again.. We ate some left over pizzas we closed all the doors and windows so that we can walk naked around the house the 4 days I was with her felt like heaven we didn’t need clothes because we were naked all the time… the we had sex again this time on the kitchen table she Cummed twice there I blew of my hot Cum inside her for the second time and it was awesome the after we had sex at the kitchen table we kissed passionately in the couch for about what seems to be 30 minutes we like kissing each other then after the we took a bath then had sex there as always she screamed hurt my ear for about a second there and then she said “ wow Dominick your really good at having sex with me” she said strongly I just gave her a smile and fuck her harder then she Cummed for about 3-5 times I think… She was so tired and we slept at the floor of my uncle’s room and she was on top I have my dick inside her for 24 hours.. The 4 days was really sex lots and lots of sex Cumming screaming orgasms then we had finally had sex everywhere at the fourth night we had sex at her bedroom and she guided my dick to her ass this time she said “this is the last night were gonna have sex baby I want you to fuck me very hard! Harder than you fucked me yesterday and the days before that Cum in my ass and my pussy don’t take me slow baby do it fast and hardcore style” And so I did fuck her in the ass and cummed inside her ass for the very first time and fucked her in the pussy SO HARD that I blew of my load like I have never before then we fall asleep just like the other times we’ve fallen asleep her on top I’m at the bottom and my dick inserted in her pussy… I fucked her so very hardcore that the next day she had a hoarse voice she wasn’t able to speak clearly then we had 1 final sex before my dad picks me up.. as always she screamed but not loudly because of her sore throat and I’ve fucked her in the attic these time. Their attic was nice and clean and had a bed but we didn’t use it because I fucked her on the stairs of the attic. Then as always again I Cummed in her ass and wet juicy pussy but then As I was to unleash my third load before leaving the house she said “cum on my face” then I gladly did Cummed on her face she was hotter when she had Cum on her face and I tasted her pussy for the first time because she wanted my dick in her pussy and kissing me all the time and she didn’t made me eat her pussy. Then I did we were doing “69” her favourite position. Then this time I can’t believe she Cummed 6 times!!! She was to damn tired that I had to carry her to her bedroom and dressed her up so that my uncle and dad wouldn’t be suspicious of what’s happened over the past 4 days.. Then I woke her saying “hey, hon dad’s here I’m gonna leave no sweetie next time I go here I’ll fuck you twice as hard” I said thoughtfully. She gave one last! Wet kiss and pulled down my pants to give my dick one last kiss to and one last 10 second deep throat. Then my father said “Iceman! Hurry up! I’ve got a lot of work to do!” “Ye dad! Coming!!” I said out loud. Then I gave my aunt a follow up wet and spit kiss then she said “we really are dirty.. now get out here before I fuck you I’m getting kinda horny just think of you.. I’ll masturbate for you babe.” She said pleasantly. Then I got out then went home…
WARNING: this story contains pain and bestiality which are not everyone's thing. It also contains very harsh treatment of a pain slut, so read at your own risk. If you don't like that kind of thing, please don't read it then post "wow, this is sick!" I'm warning you in advance. ================================================================= NOTE: Due to too many storylines going on at the same time, I am going to split the "daisy" story off from the "punana" story. Here's the map: Daisy modified (no chapter mark) is all punana Daisy modified ch 2: is all punana Daisy modified ch 3: introduces RL Daisy and includes a few scenes with punana Daisy modified ch 4: picks up RL Daisy's story and gives a last glimpse of punana then they split: Daisy modified ch 5 and forward will feature RL Daisy only Daisy/punana ch 5 and forward will continue the punana story line. Thanks for your votes, ratings, and email. Enjoy the story. D ================================================================= To the readers: One more thing you should know before you read this chapter is that it was written by none other than punana herself. The woman who inspired the stories has been masturbating to them quite regularly while going about her normal, everyday life. I hope that you think about that while reading these stories and that it turns you on, knowing she's really out there, playing with herself while she reads about her alter-ego, punana. To punana: I hope that my exposing you to the world like this makes you feel even more naked and exposed, more completely a slave to your obsessions, more completely our toy, more thoroughly humiliated, more completely owned by my words. To all: Enjoy D ================================================================= When punana regained consciousness, it was strapped to a frame bent at the hips; its legs upright but spread wide, its body parallel to the floor with its huge tits hanging down from its chest like cows udders. its head was pulled back by fine chain running down from the ceiling to a large ring which pierced its septum. Unable to move its head more than an inch or so from side to side, punana looked around as best it could. it was in a small, grey concrete featureless room but with a large window opposite where punana could see people outside, going about their normal business. punana’s feet where on uneven levels and it found that they were strapped to pedals which rotated with some resistance when it pushed against them. As it became more aware, it realised the there were suction cups attached to each of its fat nipples and that there was an intravenous line in its left arm and a tight clamps on its clit. punana began to shout and scream, trying to attract someone’s attention, but the people it could see outside the window completely ignored it. “They can’t hear you,” came a man’s voice from somewhere behind punana. “The window is triple glazed and is made of mirrored glass so you can see out but no-one can see in,” continued the man as he walked round to stand in front of punana. “Welcome to your new life,” continued the man with a cold smile on his face. “you have been sold and this is your new existence. Let me explain a few things, but won’t worry if you don’t take it all in; you’ll have plenty of time to pick it up,” he laughed. “you will be a multi purpose slave, those big titties of yours will be milked three times a day; maybe you’ve noticed the suction cups on your nipples. you may also have found the pedals under your feet. you will pedal when told to and you will not stop until told. If you do stop or slow down, this happens…” The man clicked his fingers and an excruciating jolt of electricity shot through punana’s body from the clamp on its clit. it screamed in abject agony. “If you don’t want to feel that, you keep pedalling! Oh, by the way, it will generate the electricity to power the milking machine… and to shock your fat clit. All very green,” he continued with a laugh. “There’s an intravenous line in your arm that will keep you hydrated and nourished, so we won’t have to waste time feeding you. And the fluid is dosed with hormones to make those udders produce milk.” The man moved closer and patted punana on its head, like it was a pet animal. “Men will visit you to fuck your mouth and ass; no-one will want to use your big fat cunt. That’s reserved for horses which will be brought in to mount you so that their semen can be collected for breeding purposes. Oh, and women will use your mouth as well. Now, start pedalling!” And he left the room leaving it to its labour. punana worked for what seemed like an eternity but was, in fact, four hours before a voice came over a speaker, “Rest.” its muscles were burning in agony and sweat poured from its pores but it dared not stop until told, fearing another jolt of electricity. The rest period was cruelly short, just 15 minutes, before the voice came over the speaker, “Start pedalling!” and punana forced its aching muscles into action again. Part way through this work session, the milking machine kicked in; sucking painfully on punana’s udders – dry as the hormones had not yet had any affect. The pain in its udders and legs brought tears to punana’s eyes. This was now the pattern of punana’s life; work, brief rest, more work, milking, and so on. It was the worst kind of torture for punana; an endless living hell. The only respite came when it was used sexually; it was allowed to stop pedalling at these times. Men would enter the room; fuck it in the mouth or in the ass and leave, usually without saying a word. Some days there could be as many as twelve men use it, on other days there would be none. Women would pull up a high chair and sit with their legs spread for punana to lick and suck their pussies. Occasionally, punana would hear the door open and with a loud clopping sound, a horse would be led in and allowed to mount punana , fucking its slack cunt. When the horse had come and had pulled out, the horse cum gushed from punana’s cunt to be caught in a jar and used for artificial insemination. Day after day, week after week and month after month, punana laboured, produced milk and was fucked. All the time it stared out at the world outside, knowing that it was condemned to this torture for the rest of its miserable life. So many times it wondered how an intelligent woman as it had been in its previous life had allowed itself to become a thing, worse than an animal; a nothing! punana longed for Master to come and take it away from this terrible existence; even Tiffany and the Doctor where preferable to this. But Master never came. it cried!
My descent continues. I will try to be thorough but please feel free to email me if you want me to know any more details than I've given below. I knew there were crack whores in the city. Every so often, the television would tell a story about them. I didn't know what their life was like until Mr. A hooked me up with one of them for the weekend. Her name was Keesha and she belonged to a pimp named Diamond Doug. It was a stupid name and he knew it, laughed about it. A stupid-assed white man's name, he'd say, then laugh again. Mr. A delivered me himself, six o'clock Friday night. I shuddered as we drove into the neighborhood. Most of the businesses were abandoned. The ones that were open had thugs standing around outside, laughing with each other and drinking 40's from brown paper bags. They'd stare at us as we drove by, deadpan looks on their faces. There was garbage up and down the sidewalks and abandoned cars along the street. And hookers. Cartoonish hookers with hair piled high and skintight dresses, half of their asses exposed and nipples poking through thin tops. They glared at me as we drove past and I tried to sink lower into the front seat. The hotel we stopped at was more than a hundred years old, dark and dirty. Half of the windows were shattered, the other half boarded up. Mr. A spotted the pimp and pulled to the curb. I stepped out and he howled at me, "whoo-hoo, fine lookin' bitch". He felt my tits and ass, then turned to Mr. A and nodded. He held out his hand and accepted several hundred dollar bills, smiled and swept them slowly underneath his nose. "The sweet smell of hard-earned cash." He turned to me and said, "let's go." By then, Mr. A was back in the car and had already started pulling away. Diamond Doug walked me up four flights of stairs and down a dirty hallway. He knocked at a door with the number 43 on it. There was a low moan from inside and he opened the door. The room was completely empty except for an old black-and-white television set and a filthy twin-sized mattress. The room stank and I gagged. I couldn't tell what - sweat, cum, old rotten food, something else. And a horrible overlay of strawberry scented air freshener. I leaned against the door, weak with nausea. Diamond Doug motioned and I turned my head. The door to the bathroom was open. A haggard and emaciated woman was sitting on the toilet, dress pulled up around her waist, head lolling forward, legs tightly together. Doug called her name and she turned her head anxiously. "Did you bring me somethin', honey?" she muttered. She raised a claw-like hand with a small metal pipe and smiled at him, eyes desperate. "I'll be real nice to you if you did." Diamond Doug laughed and told her to get up off her ass and meet her new partner. She turned her head in a daze and spotted me. "Oh, no, fucking no, not again," she protested. "Not another fucking adventure seeking goddam white bitch cunt fucking fool piece of cock snatch!" She was standing now and walking toward me, weak and stumbling. The rage and hate in her eyes was intense, I could feel it burning through me and it scared me. Diamond Doug grabbed her wrist and yanked the pipe away from her. "If you play nice, you get nice, got it?" he said firmly. She backed down. I looked at her again. Her dress was still up around her hips, the material flimsy and caked with dirt and crud. She had a pussy full of wiry black hair, it covered most of her lower belly and inched down her thighs. And it was matted in spots with something crusty. I felt sick looking at her. "What you starin' at, bitch?" she barked. Diamond Doug laughed. "You guess, Keesha. You guess what the white bitch's starin' at. She's starin' at yo' snatch, ain't she?" I felt my face turning red. "I think the bitch's turned on, seein' a real woman with a real pussy." He turned to me. "Ain't you, bitch? Ain't you turned on seein' a real pussy? Show her yo' pussy, bitch." I pulled the tight dress up around my waist and pulled down my panties, showed her my cleanly shaven cunt. She spat on the floor. "You look like a fuckin' chile with that no-hair thing." She spit again, this time it spattered across my shoe. I heard someone knock on the door and Keesha answered, "yeah?" A tall man and one of the whores from the street walked in. I watched her, she was kissing him and her hand was down the front of his pants. Keesha shut the door behind them. The man looked at me and smiled. "This the one, Tanya?" The woman said "yeah, she the one." Without a word, he grabbed me and turned me around, pushed me down on my knees and slid my skirt up over my ass. I started to say something but looked at Diamond Doug and knew better. The man pulled down my panties and I heard him spit in his hand, rub his cock. Then, he rammed it hard up my ass and fucked me while the others watched. When he came, he got up and wiped his cock on my skirt, leaving a string of cum dripping down my leg. He threw a ten to Keesha who smiled. "Two more of those and I got me a fix," she said as she waved the bill in my face. The rest of the weekend was a steady stream of men and women, all of them paying ten or twenty dollars to Keesha to use me any way they wanted to. The men all fucked my ass. I found out from Keesha that when anyone asked one of the street whores for anal, she'd bring them upstairs to me, then split the cash with Keesha. Over thirty men fucked my ass in those two nights. By Sunday evening, they were complaining that my ass was too loose. Keesha lost two customers and screamed at me, slapping me around and swearing. But, the women were the worst. They would open their legs and push my mouth against their cunts. Their pussies were always foul tasting and strange to me, hairy and tart. Most of them had me do them twice, spending the time in between licking their nastier hole just for fun. They enjoyed humiliating me, laughing about the white whore earning crack money for Keesha. Keesha had the most fun of all with me, though. That first night, she had me spend a long time licking and sucking her pubes and pussy clean, me fighting back the urge to vomit from the smell and tastes of her cunt and ass. Then, after I'd earned her enough money to fill her crack pipe, she hit the street again, coming back between fucks to have me suck out and swallow the cum then lick her clean for her next trick.
My name is Susan Walker and I am a forty year old, happily married mother of two. Tommy is my twenty two year old son, who is home from college for a couple of weeks, and Krissy is my twenty one year old daughter who still lives at home with my husband and I. At my age, when most women are putting on a few pounds, I am still the same weight as when I was attending modeling college when I was eighteen years old. At the school I met my husband and we decided to get married. I had my two kids soon afterwards, then went back into swimsuit modeling for the next ten years. Anyway, I suggested to my daughter that she also gets into modeling and she said she would love to. Today at eleven o'clock she has an appointment downtown for her physical checkup, and her first paid photography session. If everything goes well she will become one of their elite fashion models specializing in women's underwear, swimsuits and nudity for their website. What I mean by nudity is that she will have to pose naked with a handsome male model that is wearing clothing from the client's catalog. Well, it is about seven o'clock in the morning, and I have to get out of bed and make sure Krissy is awake and getting ready for the busy day ahead of us. I pull the satin sheet away from me and look over at my son Tommy. He has got the tightest little ass for a grown man. I can't resist touching him and spend a few seconds running my hands all over his muscular back, then gently squeeze his white ass cheeks a few times. After getting out of bed, I stand in front of the full length mirror to admire my perfect little body. I am almost forty one years old and there is not one ounce of fat on me. My breasts are still firm and my stomach is flat just like when I was in my twenties. I run a brush through my long blonde hair then walk naked down the hallway to my daughter's room. Krissy is still sleeping so I sit on the edge of the bed and pull the sheet away from her naked body, then I lean over and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. She opens her eyes slowly, then says "Mom, is that the only kiss I am going to get this morning? Give me a better one!" I lean further over to kiss her on the mouth, then she grabs my arm and pulls me on top of her. I straddle her hips, then lower myself down so I am resting on my elbows. I tell her "Behave yourself Krissy! We don't have time this morning to play around!" She says "Just give me one good kiss, then I will get up and take a shower." I lower myself down closer to her and my long blonde hair cascades down around us. Our lips touch, then I stick my tongue into her mouth. Krissy closes her lips and begins to suck on it for a few seconds, then she opens her mouth and we start french kissing. After a few minutes she says "Mom, you have been sleeping with Tommy the past few days because Daddy is out of town, and we have not had time to be together for very long because of interruptions. Would you give me a quick orgasm right now? I know I will do better today at the photography session if I was feeling more relaxed!" I think for a second, then say "Well, okay, but we have to do it quickly because we do not want to be late on your first day at work!" I climb off her and get on my knees next to the bed, then tell Krissy to sit on the edge and spread her legs apart. Krissy sits up and scoots as close to the edge of the bed as she can in front of me. After she gets positioned, I lean forward and start sucking and gently biting her left nipple, then I move over and do the same thing to the right one. Krissy is starting to moan softly as I work my way down to her belly button and swirl my tongue around inside it. After a few seconds I drop my head down to her sweet, young pussy and bury my face in it. Krissy immediately lets out a load moan and grabs the back of my head with both of her hands. She pulls me closer to her pussy as she whips her long blonde hair around her face and continues moaning loudly. After about four or five minutes she screams "Jesus Christ Mom! I am just about ready to orgasm! Please don't stop!" Another few minutes go by then Krissy lets go of my head and flops back on the bed. I wait a second, then give her pussy one last kiss and stand up. I look down at my daughter, and she has this glazed look on her face. She smiles at me as I grasp her wrist and pull her off the bed and onto her feet. We walk naked down the hallway to the big shower room and I start the water to get it nice and warm. We take a quick shower and are busy toweling ourselves off in front of the big mirror when my son Tommy walks in. Krissy is looking in the mirror admiring her naked body and brushing her hair as Tommy walks up behind her. He puts his arms around her and begins playing with her tits and kissing her neck. I tell him "Tommy, keep your hands off Krissy this morning! I don't want you to put any marks on her neck like you do sometimes! Now, get in the shower and hurry because you will be driving us downtown in just a few minutes!" He reluctantly puts his hands down to his sides and walks over into the shower area. After a couple of minutes Tommy steps out of the shower and walks towards me with his huge, ten inch cock bouncing around in front of him. He stops behind me, places his hands on my hips and starts running his cock up and down between my ass cheeks. I slap his hand and tell him to let go of me, but he pushes me face down on the bathroom counter and holds me there while he grabs a bottle of baby oil and squirts some between my ass cheeks. I know what he is planning on doing, and he is only holding me down with one hand, so I quickly push myself up from the counter and start running towards the door. I almost make it to the hallway, but he grabs my long hair which stops me in my tracks. I yell at him to let go of me, but he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me back down on the counter top. My breasts are bulging out the sides of me from the pressure is placing on my back and I squirm around trying to get out from underneath his powerful hands. I scream at him "Tommy, let me up! We don't have time right now! You can fuck me in the ass later today!" Meanwhile, Krissy is sitting on the bench watching us. She says "Oh Mom, relax! We have plenty of time, besides I just love to watch Tommy's big cock going in and out of your tight asshole!" Krissy notices her brother is having a hard time controlling me as he tries to put some more baby oil on my asshole, so she gets up from the bench and holds my wrists tightly. I am so pissed off that I scream at them "You kids are out of control! Let me up right now you fucking perverts!" Tommy puts the baby oil back on the counter then grabs hold of his cock and presses it against my asshole. I try to constrict my anal muscles, but he forcefully pushes past them. His cock pops in and I can feel it filling up the inside of me. He must have put about four or five inches in me, then he pulls it out the way out. I think he is done, but he shoves it back in and I can feel it sliding even further inside me. I plead with him to stop, but he has both his hands on my hips and continues pulling me closer to him. Tommy suddenly stops and says "Krissy, you can let go of her now I am all the way in." My daughter releases her grip from my wrists, then Tommy reaches up underneath me and grabs my tits. He stands straight up and pulls me up with him. He starts kissing my neck while he plunges his cock in and out of my asshole while I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is all messed up, so I pick up a brush and run it through my hair a few times, then set is back down. I am really starting to enjoy this now and begin moaning loudly. Krissy is standing next to us watching while she is jamming two of her fingers in and out of her pussy. Tommy then moves us backwards to the wooden bench and he sits down with me on his lap. He releases his grip from my tits and I plant my feet firmly on the tile floor and begin to bounce up and down on his hard cock. I turn my head around and see Tommy is just sitting there watching me, so I say to him "I bet you like watching your big cock going in and out of your mother's asshole as she bounces up and down on it you mother fucking son of a bitch!" Krissy stops playing with herself, gets on her knees between my legs and sticks out her tongue. Now, every time I bounce up and down on my son's cock, my daughter's tongue slides along my pussy lips. Suddenly Tommy's cock erupts in my ass and I can feel it pulsate over and over. Pressure is building up inside me, then a huge gush of sperm shoots out my ass all over Tommy's lower stomach. This immediately triggers the orgasm that was building up inside me, so I lean back against my son's chest. After a few seconds I regain my composure and say "Well, we better get dressed and hit the road! Today is a very special day for Krissy and I don't want us to be late!" I try to get up, but Tommy grabs hold of my hips and starts thrusting his cock upwards into me again. Jesus Christ, his cock is still hard as it was a few minutes ago! I immediately jump up to break his grip on my hips and run out of the bathroom and down the hallway to my bedroom. Tommy is right behind me, but I am a little quicker and slam the door shut. I wait a few seconds, then open and yell "Both of you hurry up and meet me down at the car in ten minutes! That is an order!" Soon the three of us are driving on the interstate towards downtown. Krissy is in the back seat and every now and then I turn around to talk with her. Suddenly, I notice that she has on her bra and panties. I tell her "Krissy, I thought I told you not to wear a bra or panties today! You have a photography session this afternoon and your bra and panties leave marks on your skin that show up in the pictures! Take them off right now before it is too late!" Krissy says "But Mom, it is too cramped back here! Can't we wait until we get downtown?" Tommy is driving, so I tell him to pull over at the rest stop ahead. We park near the rest rooms and Krissy gets out of the car and starts walking towards them. I quickly yell at her to come back and I jump out and walk over to her. I say to her "We don't have time for you to walk all the way to the rest rooms. Just take off your bra and panties right here. Krissy says "But Mom, there must be two dozen people walking around!" I reach up and quickly unbutton the front of her dress and push it over her shoulders. Then I pull it down off her and drape it over my arm. Krissy hesitates for a second, then reaches behind her and unclasps the bra, she hands it to me then pushes her panties down and steps out of them. Truckers who have been parked at the rest stop begin sounding their loud horns and a crowd of people have stopped and are looking at my daughter standing naked in the middle of the parking lot. I help Krissy put her dress back on, give her a quick kiss and we get back on the interstate. We arrive in the middle of the busy downtown area right on time and we find a space in the parking garage. The elevator ride to the tenth floor was fun, then the door opens and we walk into a very large reception area with several couches and comfortable looking chairs. We are immediately greeted by a beautiful, oriental looking young girl and she invites Krissy and I to come with her to the physical examination room. I tell Tommy to sit down and read a magazine, then assure him will not be too long. The young girl leads us down a long hallway, opens the door for us, then says the doctor will be with us shortly. As soon as Krissy and I sit down, a very beautiful woman about thirty years old wearing a doctor's lab coat enters the room. She introduces herself by shaking our hands, then turns around and gets Krissy's chart. She reads it briefly, then says "Miss Krissy, please take off your pretty dress and stand in the middle of the room." My daughter gets up, unbuttons her dress, hands it to me, then takes a few steps to the middle of the room. The female doctor sets her chart on the counter, then puts on a pair of latex gloves and walks over behind Krissy. She runs her hands back and forth over Krissy's shoulders then up and down her sides. Then, the doctor gets down on her knees, gently grasps Krissy's ass cheeks and pulls them apart so she can see her asshole. As the doctor is doing this, the bottom of her lab coat rides up and I can clearly see that she is not wearing any panties. The doctor then sticks one finger into Krissy's ass and asks her if she feels any pain. Krissy says no, then the doctor gets back on her feet and walks around in front of her. The doctor pushes my daughter's long blonde hair away from her face so it is draped over her shoulders, then leans forward and kisses the nape of her neck on one side, then does the same thing to the other. The doctor then stands back a little bit, reaches out with both hands and starts feeling Krissy's breasts. The doctor says "Oh, your breasts are very nice! They are just right for your height, weight and frame size! I especially like how your nipples really perk up when I touch them!" The doctor instructs Krissy to get on the examination table and raise her knees up. My daughter does like she is told, then the doctor looks over at me and says "Mrs Walker, I always like to be more comfortable when I examine new patients. Is it all right with you if I take off my lab coat?" I respond "Oh please doctor, just act like I am not even in the room!" The beautiful doctor steps directly in front of me about three feet away and starts unbuttoning her lab coat. She looks down at me as she unhooks the last button and pulls it back off her shoulders. Jesus Christ what a fantastic naked body she has. Perfect tits with hard, dark brown nipples and a smooth shaven pussy. I almost reach out to touch her, but I just smile at her and comment on her lovely figure. The doctor then turns around and walks over to the examination table. She puts one knee on the soft cushion, then hops up and straddles my daughter. She moves forward a little bit so she is directly above her and looks straight down in her eyes. I notice her full breasts are hanging down and touching Krissy's as she says "Krissy, do you like to have sex with girls?" Krissy replies "Yes," then the doctor asks "When is the last time you had sex with a girl, and what is her name?" Krissy looks over at me and I say "Go ahead Krissy, answer the doctor!" My daughter waits a second, then says "I love having sex with girls, and my Mom and I had sex this morning!" The doctor looks over at me, smiles, then looks back down at Krissy. As the doctor continues to casually move her naked breasts back and forth against Krissy's, she says "Miss Krissy, I have to check your pussy to make sure it tastes good and smells sweet. Do you mind if I do that?" Krissy says "Oh no doctor, I do not mind! Please let me know what you think about my pussy!" The doctor lowers her head they start to passionately tongue kiss each other. Krissy begins moaning softly and after a couple of minutes, they break their kiss and the doctor slowly backs off the table. She takes time to suck on one of Krissy's nipples, then the other one. Once she is on her feet, the doctor immediately buries her face in Krissy's sweet pussy and begins to feverishly lick it. My daughter raises her hips up and she is moaning loudly like she is really enjoying herself. Suddenly, the examination room door opens and the oriental girl appears in the doorway. She takes a quick look, then yells down the hallway "Doctor Stevens! Natasha is playing doctor again! Come quickly!" The girl that I thought was our doctor quickly grabs her lab coat from the floor, pulls it over her shoulders and runs out of the room. Within a couple of seconds, an older man about sixty years old walks into the room. He introduces himself as our doctor and apologizes for letting something of this nature happen to us. He says "I am sorry Mrs Walker! One of the models likes to play doctor on occasion! This is such a big office building that I can't keep track of who is walking around. Please forgive us and I will start the examination right now. All I have to do is give your daughter a quick visual exam and take her blood pressure. It should take no longer than two minutes." About five minutes later, I am sitting with my son and daughter in the reception area. The oriental girl opens a door and says that our photography session has been moved forward because of what happened earlier and they are ready to start. I ask her if my son can come with us, and she says because of what happened, he can be in the photo session also. She escorts us down to the end of the hallway and opens the door for us. We walk and see about six or seven people milling around adjusting their expensive cameras. It is pretty dark in here and our eyes take a minute or so to adjust to the dim lighting. Just then, an extremely attractive young girl walks up to us and says "Hi, my name is Keally, and I will be the photography session director for the next hour." She says to us, please have a seat over here Mrs Walker and Tommy while I take Krissy back stage to get her ready. While my son and I wait, a couple of men bring out a carpet that looks exactly like real grass. Then, they bring out a picnic table and place it in the middle. Keally returns in a couple of minutes and invites me to look through one of their cameras. I am amazed that the stage looks exactly like someone's backyard with a picnic table and a privacy fence behind it. For the next half hour my daughter has pictures taken of her in different styles and colors of bikinis and underwear. Then, I hear Keally say "Okay, let's set up for the nude shots!" Suddenly, the main door to the room opens up and about ten to fifteen people file in and sit in the movie theater seats located all the way at the back of the room. I turn around to look at them and see that they are all professional looking people with suit coats and ties. As I turn back around Krissy walks onto the set with a pitcher of lemonade and a glass. Her white cotton dress is so sheer that you can see right through it. She straddles the seat of the picnic table then takes the pitcher and fills up the glass. Next, she takes a swallow of the lemonade while looking into the camera, then holds the ice cold glass up next to her cheek and moves it back and forth. I hear the people behind us talking and they are saying how beautiful my daughter looks on camera. Krissy then refills the glass, looks directly into the camera again and pours it down the front of her dress. Her nipples immediately get harder than normal and you can see right through the dress just as if she did not have one. I hear a couple of gasps from behind me as Krissy stands up and begins to unbutton her dress. After the last button, she pulls it down off her shoulders revealing her perfect little body. The crowd behind me applauds and cheers. I hear one of them say "That girl really knows how to pose for the camera!" Then the lights turn on and the people behind me get to their feet and leave the room. Keally comes over to me and says "I am glad they all left! Now it is time to get some really sexy shots of your daughter for our adult rated clothing line. Krissy has agreed to pose naked with your son for one thousand dollars cash. You can pick it up at the reception window on your way out. Please sign this paperwork that your son and daughter are over the age of twenty one." As I sign the paperwork, Keally grabs my son's hand and takes him to his dressing room. The place becomes busy and the green carpet is taken out revealing the cement floor underneath. Then, one of the guys rolls out a brand new Harley Davidson motorcycle and parks it in the center of the stage area. Keally comes back a few minutes later and invites me to look through one of the cameras again. I tell her "That looks exactly like a motorcycle parked in someone's garage!" She takes my hand, escorts me back to my seat, then says "Mrs Walker, during these adult photo sessions, I like to direct them while I am naked. Is that okay with if I undress now?" I tell here to go right ahead, so she quickly unbuttons her blouse, tosses it onto the chair next to me. Then she unzips her skirt, pushes it down to her ankles, steps out of it and places it on top of her blouse. Jesus Christ what a fantastic body she has. She casually leans over in front of me, resting both her hands on my knees and says "You son and daughter are perfect for this part I am going to direct. We are adding a complete line of leather clothing aimed at motorcycle enthusiasts." She continues talking, but I can't keep my eyes off her perfect little breasts hanging down in front of me. She gives me a quick kiss then walks over into the bright light to begin directing. When she gets to the motorcycle, she turns around, puts her hands on her hips and looks back and forth at the six people handling the cameras. She says to them "Okay guys get ready! The photo session officially starts now!" Keally steps away from the motorcycle just as my son and daughter come from their changing rooms and walk towards it. My children look so sexy in their leather motorcycle outfits! Tommy has on a black vest that does not have any buttons on it, black pants and black boots. Krissy has on a matching vest without buttons, a short black skirt and is not wearing anything on her feet. Tommy gets on the motorcycle, holds onto the handlebars and looks directly into the main camera while Krissy pretends like she is kissing him on the cheek. After a few seconds, Keally steps from the darkness and walks over to Krissy. She pulls the leather vest off her, then turns around, and tells the camera guys to take more pictures. After the bright flashes die down, Keally gets back on stage unzips Krissy's skirt and throws it over on the floor. She saying something to Krissy that I can't quite hear, but I can see her right hand moving up and down Krissy's smooth pussy. After a few seconds, she says something to Tommy, then steps off the stage again. While still on the motorcycle, Tommy turns his head towards Krissy, then she gets up close to him and looks into his eyes. Keally then says "Now!," and they begin kissing each other while Tommy fondles his sisters white ass cheeks. Keally yells "Cut! That was a good take!," then she walks up to Tommy and tells him to get off the motorcycle. I hear one of the camera guys whisper to his buddy "Are those two models really brother and sister? I heard Keally talking about it to someone in the hallway just before she came in!" I look over at them and say "Yes guys, those are my kids and I am their mother." Another guy says "Wow lady, you got some good looking models in your family!" I look back over at the stage and watch as Keally pulls off my son's leather vest, unzips his pants and bends over to push them away from his feet. Then, she stands up straight, grabs Tommy's cock and starts stroking back and forth while she talks to him and Krissy. I think to myself "Wow! This Keally girl really has a unique style of directing! She begins by stripping out of her clothes and walks around naked, and now she is jacking off my son in front of the entire film crew while they take pictures and video of her!" All of a sudden I see Keally point towards me, then my daughter walks over to me and says "Mom, Keally wants me to suck Tommy's cock in front of all these people. Is that okay with you?" I tell her "Go ahead and do anything she wants you to do! This is a good lesson to you! Never interfere with the director! Now, get back up there and do your best! I am proud of you!" As Krissy walks back to the stage I notice Keally and Tommy are passionately kissing each other while she continues stroking his cock. The camera crew stays busy taking pictures even though Keally has not told them to start yet. As Krissy rejoins her brother on stage, Keally stops stroking Tommy's cock and starts giving Krissy instructions about what to do in this next scene. Keally then gets down on her knees in front of Tommy her arms down to her sides, opens her mouth and Tommy pushes his cock inside her a couple of inches while she looks upwards into his eyes. They hold still for a few seconds while the camera guys take some photos, then Keally pulls her head back and Tommy's big cock pops out of her mouth. Keally then gets back on her feet, walks over to the corner of the stage and gets a professional set of police handcuffs. Krissy turns around to let Keally clasp them onto her wrists, then she helps Krissy get down to her knees in front of her brother. After a few more instructions, Keally walks towards the cameras and says "Okay, get ready guys! One, two, three, start!" Krissy looks upwards into her brother's eyes, then he moves a little closer to her open mouth. The tip of his cock moves just past her lips and teeth, then Keally yells "Okay Tommy, hold it right there for a second!" The camera flashes light up the room while Krissy has her brother's huge cock stuffed in her little mouth. Then Keally says "Okay Krissy, keep your brother's cock in your mouth the best you can and look over here at the cameras!" Krissy turns her head sideways a little and looks directly into the cameras flashing at her. Keally gives more directions by saying "Okay, hold it there Krissy while your brother pushes his cock harder inside your mouth so your cheek on this side is bulging outwards!" Tommy pushes harder like he was told to do, but Krissy is starting to fall over on her side because she has her arms handcuffed behind her back. Keally yells "Stop pictures everyone until we get set up for the next scene!" Keally returns to the stage, uses a key to free Krissy's wrists, then helps her to her feet. I hear Keally ask them if they would do one more session with Tommy's cock buried in Krissy's pussy. Krissy immediately looks over at me, and I tell her that it is okay with me. After hearing that, Keally instructs some of the crew to take away the motorcycle and bring out the six foot by eight foot rubber mat. After the mat is placed in the middle of the stage, Keally gets on it and lays down on her back. She tells Tommy to get between her legs, then tells Krissy to kneel next to her. Keally continues "When I tell the guys to start shooting I want Krissy to hop on my face so I can start licking her pussy, and I want Tommy to immediately push his cock into me." Keally then looks over at the camera guys and says "Okay, one, two, three, start!" Krissy immediately swings a leg over Keally's face as Tommy shoves his hard cock inside Keally's pussy. Krissy starts moaning loudly and whips her hair around her face while Tommy begins fucking the hell out of Keally. They continue doing this for the next five or six minutes, then suddenly Keally gently pushes Krissy away from her and she tells Tommy that he can stop now. Tommy stops for a few seconds, but does not pull his cock out of her, so she says again "You can stop now Tommy! Pull your cock out of me!" The tension mounts in the room as everyone waits to see what Tommy is going to do. He slowly pushes his cock in her as far as he can, then suddenly starts vigorously fucking the hell out of her. Keally starts struggling to get out from underneath him but he pins her wrists against the rubber mat. Again Keally says "Tommy, get off me! You are supposed to be fucking your sister, not me!" Tommy ignores her pleading and continues ramming his huge cock into her tight pussy over and over. Over and over he rams his cock into her as she struggles to get him off her. A couple of minutes go by then I hear one of the camera guys say "Fuck the hell out of her Tommy! Fuck that skinny little bitch!" Three or four of the guys take their cameras and get closer to the stage to get better photos while my son continues thrusting his cock in and out of helpless little Keally. Another camera guy says "Go ahead and fuck her Tommy! She has been teasing guys for such a long time that we want to see her get a good fucking!" Suddenly, Tommy wraps his left arm around Keally's waist and uses his right arm to push them upward from the rubber mat. He struggles to his feet and Keally wraps her arms around the back of Tommy's neck for support. Then Tommy grabs Keally's ass cheeks and begins thrusting his cock up into her pussy as hard as he can. Keally's legs dangle wildly around in the air as my son fucks the hell out of her. Suddenly Tommy stops thrusting his cock into her, leans back slightly, releases his grip from Keally's ass cheeks, then reaches behind his neck and grasps her wrists. Keally frantically tries to get her legs wrapped around Tommy's back to support herself as he slowly forces her arms down to her sides. She screams at him "Let me down to the floor you fucking bastard! Let me down now!". Keally finally gives up trying to get her legs around Tommy and stops struggling. Tommy bends his knees and leans back just a little bit, then releases his grip from Keally's wrists and places his hands on his hips. One of the camera guys says "Jesus Christ, I never seen anything like this before in my life! Keally's feet are dangling around in the air and nothing is holding her off the floor except Tommy's cock!" After a few seconds, the camera guys recover from their initial shock and the room becomes brilliantly lighted from all the camera flashes going off at one time. Keally still has her arms down next to her sides and is impaled on Tommy's hard cock as she looks over to the cameras flashing and says "Are you happy now you fucking bastards! Did you get the show you have been wanting to see for the past year? Are you happy someone is fucking the hell out of me so you can take the pictures home and masturbate while you look at my naked body?" After about fifteen seconds Tommy lowers her to her feet and his cock pops out of her. She runs her fingers through her hair a couple of times and tells Tommy that was the best fucking she as ever had. Suddenly, Tommy roughly turns her around, and forces her to lay face down on the rubber mat. She tries to get up, but Tommy places one hand on the back of her neck while he takes his other and positions his cock at her asshole. Keally cries "Please don't humiliate me any more in front of all these people! Let me up!" Tommy ignores her and pushes his cock hard against her asshole. Keally is crying real tears as Tommy's hard cock pops inside her asshole and he applies even more pressure to keep it going further inside her. He pushes it in and pulls it back out a few more times, then he leans forward over the top of her and really starts giving her the fucking of her life. She screams for him to stop, but he continues thrusting his cock into her asshole over and over again. After about five minutes, Tommy suddenly pulls his cock out of her and unloads a load of sperm that splashes all over her back and drips onto the rubber mat. After a few seconds, he gets up and all the camera guys give him a big round of applause. Then, he turns around, and walks towards the changing room area behind the stage. A few seconds later, Keally has regained her composure, gets to her feet and she runs to the changing rooms also. All the guys start having lively conversations while Krissy and I wait for Tommy to finish changing into his street clothes. After about five minutes, he appears from behind the stage walking hand in hand with Keally. Tommy is dressed in the clothes he wore here today, but Keally is still naked. When they get to us, she reaches up and places her hand on the back of Tommy's neck to pull him close to her. She gives him a kiss, then says "Don't forget to call me tonight!" She then picks up her blouse and skirt from the chair where she had put them earlier, and walks off to the exit door. Tommy holds up a piece of paper and says "Look Mom, I got her phone number! She wants me to come over this weekend to meet her girlfriends!" That nice oriental girl has been sitting in the back the whole time and she gets up and walks over to us. She tells us that was a great photo session, then asks us to follow her back out to reception area. We walk down the long hallway, then she opens the door for us and says "Please have a seat and the receptionist will have your payment for you in just a couple of minutes. She smiles, then closes the door behind her." About a minute later, the same door opens and "Natasha the Doctor" steps into the room and walks over to Krissy. She has on a beautiful black silk dress that is completely open in the front and her huge naked breasts gently sway back and forth as she walks. When she gets to Krissy, she reaches into the front of her black thong panties and pulls out a small piece of writing paper. She hands the piece of paper to Krissy then pulls her dress together, wraps the matching black silk tie around her waist and walks towards the elevator behind us. Krissy reads the note Natasha just gave her and it says "You passed my physical examination honey! Make sure you call me this weekend and we will go boating on my boyfriend's thirty foot yacht with a few of my girlfriends! Make sure you call me!" We turn around to see Natasha step into the elevator, then Natasha waves to us as the door closes. Krissy says "Mom, is it okay if I call her? I really liked the physical examination she was giving me before we got interrupted." I tell Krissy that I think she is really nice also, and to invite her over to the house sometime to spend the night with us. Just then the receptionist opens the sliding glass window and says that our payment is ready. We get up and walk over to her. She hands us an envelope that says "One Thousand Dollars Cash" on it, then says "Mrs Walker, your daughter has been hired full time! Congratulations!" Krissy squeals with excitement, then gives her brother and myself a quick kiss. The receptionist continues "Krissy's next session is one week from today at the same time." Suddenly, a professional looking women opens the door in the receptionist's office, hands her a typed document, then departs. The receptionist says please excuse me for a second Mrs Walker while I read this. This is a personal letter from the Chief Executive Officer addressed to you. The receptionist takes a minute to read the letter, then says "The CEO was sitting behind you during part of Krissy's initial photography session today and wants you to do a private session with your son and daughter at his home next weekend for about one hundred of his guests." She then interjects "I have been at his parties before Mrs Walker and they are a blast. He lives next to the ocean in this huge mansion on about ten acres of land. He has three or four swimming pools, a bowling alley and always has live entertainment, free food and drinks. I would accept this invitation if I were you!" I tell her "Well I don't know about that. I will have to think about it." The receptionist starts reading more from the letter. She recites "The payment for the photography session will be four thousand dollars cash paid in full upon your arrival at his residence, or you can receive the payment at departure if you would like." Krissy and Tommy start giggling a little bit, then I ask what type of photography session is he looking for. She says "According to this note from the CEO, it explains that the photography session will be directed by Keally and will start exactly at ten o'clock at night and will last at least one hour. It also says that you, your son and daughter must all perform oral sex on each other, with the finale being your son having anal sex with you." I say "Well, that does not sound too bad! We do that around the house for free all the time! We might as well get paid for doing the same thing in front of an audience of one hundred or more people!" Then I ask her "Are there anything other stipulations in that contract you have?" The receptionist says "There is one more. It says here, after your photography session, you and your children must remain completely naked and mingle with his guests for at least one hour. If you stay an additional hour after that and let his guests take pictures of themselves posing with you and your children, he will authorize you to receive an additional two thousand dollars cash at exactly one o'clock in the morning." I take a second to look at Tommy and Krissy, then I say to the receptionist "You said the CEO always has great food. Can we come over a couple of hours earlier to go swimming and have a great dining experience?" The receptionist says "His special guests, like your family, may have anything on the menu prepared by his personal chef. He always has lobster, crab cakes, three or four different types of fresh fish, steak, or you may even order a cheeseburger if you want one." I decide this is going to be a really great time for the kids and myself, so I say "Where do I sign the contract?" The receptionist tells me the only thing to sign is a statement that says Tommy and Krissy are at least twenty one years of age. I quickly sign it, then we turn around and head towards the elevator. Krissy says "Wow Mom, that is two thousand dollars apiece for three hours of work!" Just then we hear someone yelling "Tommy, Tommy!," so we turn around and see Keally running towards us. I think to myself "Wow! Fifteen or twenty minutes have passed since we last saw her and she still has not put any clothes." She runs up to Tommy, gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, then turns around and starts running back to the hallway entrance door. She stops for a second and says "I hate to run, but I am right in the middle of a photo session with three identical sisters who are naked in the cold studio so I better get back quickly!" She winks at Tommy, then the door closes behind her.
Daisy looked at herself in the mirror. She looked fine. She didn't feel fine, but she looked fine. She felt like she might fall asleep at any moment, collapse right in the middle of a meeting or on the phone. Linda, a co-worker who'd known her since they both transferred into the department, came out of one of the stalls and asked her how her day was going. Daisy wasn't paying attention and the woman asked again. Daisy muttered something polite and the woman stared at her. Daisy froze. Was something wrong? Did she notice something? Linda tilted her head slightly, touched her ear. Daisy remembered. She felt herself go limp, dropped her head forward, and exhaled. She felt tears welling behind her eyes. Linda stared, puzzled now. "Daisy?" she asked, concerned. "No, nothing," Daisy said, shaking her head. Linda stood there for a moment, then patted her on the shoulder and walked out of the ladies' room. Daisy lifted her hand and touched her right ear. It was still there. She felt and found that the other one was there too. Earplugs. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her embarrassment and humiliation turned her face a bright red. She'd put them in that morning while she was reading Peter's latest story and playing with herself. Peter had posted a new story about punana - her alter ego. Daisy had developed a ritual around reading the stories. She always waited until Ben had left for work. As soon as she heard the car back out of the driveway, she ran to her desk and checked to see if a new chapter had been posted. This morning, there was one. She'd got up from the chair and walked slowly back into the bedroom. She insisted on moving slowly, savoring the moment, letting the anticipation build. She stripped herself naked, then opened her bottom drawer and dug for the plastic bag buried underneath everything else. She opened it and took out the special pair of navy blue boyshorts. She ran her fingers over the fabric, closed her eyes and raised it to her face, sniffing her strong smell and shuddering. She always wore them when she masturbated now, Peter would like that. When they were soaked through and through with her cum, she put them back in the bag - still damp - to wait for next time. Thank God, she thought, I'm not a squirter. She slid the panties slowly up her legs, enjoying the feel of her fingers on her own flesh, thinking of Doctor Tom and Tiffany. Thinking of them touching punana, though never this gently. Maybe The Master, but not His Wife and certainly not The Doctor. -- punana moaned and rolled over onto its side. it felt a gush of warm semen ooze out of it and drip down the inside of its leg. That turned it on and it tried to touch itself. punana willed its arms and hands to go between its legs, but the weak muscles wouldn't respond. it cried its frustration, hot tears running down its cheeks and dripping onto the straw bed. The barn was quiet and punana thought it must be alone. it sniffed the room for people but the smells of its own recent fucking were too strong, all it smelled was mare cunt and stallion cock and punana cum. punana blinked, feeling the blackout lenses still in place as they had been for over a year now. punana slid itself across the floor, feet first, feeling for the wall. When its toes found the wood, punana turned its body around, moving until it was positioned just inside the doorway. Then, it rolled itself over on its knees and backed up until its crotch was pressed up against the wooden beam. it started sliding itself up and down, slowly at first, the rough wood scratching the insides of its cunt lips, but soon, humping faster and harder, angling its hips and climbing higher so its clitoris was grinding against the wood, slick pussy juice dripping, the feelings so good punana thought it would go crazy. ZZZAP! punana felt its body jerk as the metal touched its lower back. The shock wasn't intense, just enough to make it jump and punana ground harder against the wood. it heard the voices now. Men and women who had been watching it, had seen it crawl across the floor of the stall and hump like an animal against the wood. They were laughing and punana felt its cunt get hot. "Again! Please, again!" it yelled. The metal touched it on the left ass cheek now and punana moaned deep in its throat, humping harder, moaning again as the prod touched its right ass cheek, then it was at punana's pussy, once, then again, then once on each of its piercings, up and down each cunt lip, sending the shock deep underneath its skin, then again, and now it was dead center against punana's cunthole and they held it in place and someone had to come and grab punana's legs and open them and the metal was sliding up and down the insides of punana's cunt lips and it was cumming and thrashing and swinging its huge balloon-titties back and forth, feeling the metal of its piercings swinging through the air. --- Daisy went into the bathroom and picked up the water bottle. She sprayed her hair over and over, pumping the bottle until she was able to slick it back flat against her head. She rubber-banded it back in a pony tail and slicked it down again, the closest she could get to looking bald. She opened the small case and pushed the steel rings into her nostrils, opening them as wide as she was able - punana's nose. She taped the tops of her ears flat against her head - punana's ears. Last week, she'd found a way to have punana's tongue. She put three rubber bands around the length of her tongue, effectively keeping it from retracting, bringing the tip to a point. The one deepest in her mouth, closest to the base, kept her from retracting her tongue. That turned her on. She knew she would end up having to keep her mouth open, she knew she would end up drooling down the front of her naked body. She knew she would feel her own saliva on her chest, dripping between her titties and down her belly. She opened another small case and took out four spring-loaded rings. She lined them on the countertop, closed the case. Her fingers trembled slightly as she touched her nipples, licking her fingertips, then teasing them erect. She loved her nipples. Brown and long and stiff. Early on, when she and Ben had been experimenting, they learned she could get close to cumming from just nipple play. Ben was wonderful at it and she wished he shared the rest of her fantasies. But, there were limits. For him. Watching herself in the mirror the whole time, she picked up the first ring and pulled it open. She stretched her left nipple between her fingers and pressed the ends of the ring near the base. When she let go, she felt it bite into her and gave a satisfied 'ah'. She tugged. They were perfectly adjusted, she could pull and twist without them coming off but they didn't tear her skin. She smiled and attached the others, two on each side. Today she added something new. Earplugs. punana was not deaf but Daisy felt it was in keeping with punana's destiny. She wasn't deaf now but Tiffany or the Doctor could change that at any time. On a whim. They owned punana completely and Daisy wanted to be her. She pushed them in deep and clapped her hands. Nothing. She smiled. The last part of the ritual wouldn't happen until she was back at her desk. She left the bathroom, making sure to take the plastic bag and the small cases for her toys with her. She opened the bottom drawer of the desk and set them back in place. Then, she took out the duct tape and the dowels. She slid a dowel down each of her calves until they were a full four inches below her heels, then taped them into place. She taped all the way from her knees to her ankles, it looked like she was wearing shiny, latex boots. She stood up. She had to keep most of her weight on the balls of her feet - like punana. She made herself walk around the room twice, feeling the fear of falling, the tension up and down her legs, swimming in the silence of her plugged ears, feeling the spit running over her bottom lip and down her chin. Soon, it would run down her neck, then onto her chest. She felt herself getting wet between the legs, wanted to touch herself, but knew she couldn't. punana couldn't, that is - so Daisy wouldn't. Daisy walked around the room one more time, then stopped and stood still just behind her chair. She ran her fingers along the edge of the chair back, feeling the cool leather under her fingertips, imagining Peter touching her skin. She closed her eyes and remembered those first few minute in Vegas, his hand just reaching out and taking her. No hesitation, no uncertainty, no negotiation. She shuddered. She flicked her middle finger hard against her left nipple, the pain exploding through her chest. "Peter," she whispered, flicking the right nipple. "Fuhk!" she grunted, flicking again but with less intensity. She imagined him watching, laughing, shaking his head, chastising her and she flicked harder, over and over, fast, tears coming to her eyes. She bent at the waist, leaning forward, opening her legs, resting her weight backward on the dowels so she could feel the tension along the back of her calves. She clicked the mouse and launched her chat program looked for Peter. He wasn't there. She sighed her relief. She played this game with herself often, praying every time that he wouldn't be there, wondering what she would do it he ever was. She clicked through to punana's latest story, read about The Doctor's latest changes to her body, swelling the insides of her mouth so it would feel more like a pussy when they fucked her face. She puckered and puffed out her cheeks, trying to imagine herself as punana, The Doctor's toy, Tiffany's toy. Daisy played with herself, stroking her cunt and pulling at the nipple rings, flicking her nipples and tongue hard, harder, but she couldn't make it, she couldn't cum. She pulled out the chair and sat down, started surfing chats, then video chats, showing herself to whoever was there, PM-ing the freaks in the 'dungeon' rooms but not getting any takers. She pushed the vibrator harder against her cunt and turned the motor to high but couldn't get over. Peter's profile lit up and Daisy's heart jumped to her throat. He was online! She immediately clicked and invited him to a video chat. She leaned forward, excited now, grinding her chest into the edge of the desk, feeling the rings biting into her nipples. She picked up a thumbtack and started poking at her right nipple, tilted the camera so he would be able to see her hurting herself for him. She dragged it along the topside of her titty, scratching a thin red line in her flesh. Peter didn't acknowledge her. She took a snapshot and sent it to his email, along with a message 'punana needs you'. Daisy squeezed her thighs together. Once Peter took hold of her, she'd cum in no time. All he'd have to do would be tell her "touch yourself" or "pinch yourself" and she'd cum right then. She felt her cunt oozing and pushed her finger up between her pussy lips. She felt a gush down between her cheeks. "Hi hotty," someone named Master9199 PM'ed. "Push those pins harder." Daisy clicked IGNORE, she didn't want to waste time with anyone else now that Peter was online. She rubbed her clit with her fingers and moaned, opened her legs wider, bit her tongue. "Come on, come on, come on," she growled, watching Peter's name on the screen. He was watching her, she knew. The chat showed he was on video mute, but had clicked on her signal. That turned her on, just knowing he was watching, and she stroked herself harder. "Pe-oooh, can -oo hear me?" she asked, her voice garbled by the rubber bands. Nothing. "Pe-oooh, what --ou -ant --eee --o do?" Then... "what -oo -ant oo-ahh-ahh -oo -do?" She ground her ass in the chair, feeling her own sticky juices soaking her thighs and ass, moving her legs so the dowels scratched the backs of her legs. "oo-ahh-ahh, oo-ahh-ahh," she repeated, trying to make 'punana' come out somehow and crying now that she couldn't even offer herself to him that way. She picked up a wooden ruler and started swatting her tits, the top, sides, top again, moaning, "Pe-oooh, pe-oooh, pe-oooh..." She felt her orgasm building, finally, finally, knowing he was watching, knowing she was offering herself to him, knowing he was probably sitting at his desk, stroking himself, watching her, watching her hands and . . . A chat bubble opened on the screen next to Peter's name. "You're pathetic." "Yesssss!!!" she screamed and came.
Daisy twisted the knob and the water turned icy again. She closed her eyes and turned her face upward, letting the cold streams run down over her cheeks and neck, down her body, covering her in gooseflesh from forehead to toe. She stood there for a full ten minutes, shuddering, shaking her head, eyes squeezed tight, trying to get the awful images out of her mind. The apartment was quiet, Ben was gone to work and there was no traffic outside. The silence didn't help. It made her think of punana in a basement somewhere, blinded by the blackout contact lenses, ears stuffed with wax, bound and helpless, completely cut off from the outside world. Daisy rubbed herself dry with the towel, rubbed hard, harder, felt the harsh cotton against her nipples, her other hand pressing the towel hard against her cunt, rubbing it against her clit like rough sandpaper, grinding, two fingers pushing it directly against the sensitive little nub. She jerked herself back to awareness and threw the towel to the floor. Then, she lowered her head, leaned against the sink and cried. --- punana's heart sinks as another day passes without word from its Master. Every morning is the same now, has been for ten days. punana is awakened by a shrill blast of high-pitched screaming, a recording of its own worst moment ever, played at painfully high volume in punana's tiny room. The recording plays a full ten minutes, bouncing and echoing off the walls, drilling itself deep into punana's brain like a thousand sharp needles, stabbing. punana's cunt swells and it plays with itself after the first few minutes, reliving in its mind the painful stretching and twisting of its body that produced the sounds in the first place. punana wishes its Master would come back and perform the tortures Himself. He has left it at the hands of His Wife and The Doctor, both of who do their best to outdo the other. punana has given itself to its Master completely, though, and realizes that its own wishes meant less than nothing. punana forms a picture of its Master's Cock in its mind and opens its mouth in a perfect circle, pushes three fingers into its mouth, pushes them deep, imagining them to be Master's cock. When The Doctor opens the door, he finds punana screaming at the top of its lungs, screaming along with the recording, rubbing insanely at its pussy with the palm of its open hands, slapping its cunt with first one hand and then the other, head jerking back and forth, spit flying, spattering against the close walls of the small room. punana slaps, than digs its nails into the flesh between its legs, clutching and clawing, raising bright red welts that stand out even against the blood-flushed labia. --- Daisy spread her knees wider, pressed them flat against the bed. As the image of punana danced in her head, she pushed the big Hitachi against her cunt, letting the vibrator do what Ben wouldn't - make her cum to her most depraved fantasies, to the images of herself as punana - the freakish sex-toy she kept begging Peter to write to her about. Remembering that made her want to cum again. She closed her eyes and thought about her last email to Peter. Against her better judgement, she'd included another photo of herself. She was wearing dark sunglasses and had her face turned just enough to make her comfortable nobody could identify her. She was naked except for a leather miniskirt, her hands raised just enough to cover her nipples, her legs open but the skirt still covering her privates. She couldn't bring herself to send a naked photo, but it turned her on to flirt with the boundaries. She imagined him opening the mail, imagined him touching his cock while looking at her thighs and belly, imagined him sitting down at his computer to write her yet another chapter in the punana story. The ping-pong game continued - he wrote, she sent him pictures, he wrote some more. She closed her eyes, spread her cunt lips with her fingers, and read more of the new story. --- "More, more," it screams to the Doctor, throwing itself at his feet. punana tries to move its arms, wrap them around the Doctor's legs, but the muscles are too weak and they fall limp across his shoes. The Doctor lifts punana's face with his foot, lifts it high, then jerks his foot back. punana's face slams against the floor. its eyes water. "Come," the Doctor says, turning and walking quickly down the hallway. punana scrambles on its hands and knees, trying to get to its feet, but the spiked heels that have been grafted to its bones make it too difficult. it scrapes its knees along on the tile floor, then across the carpet, feeling the rough fabric ripping at its skin, cunt swelling with arousal even at this small bit of pain. When punana comes around a corner, following the sound of the Doctor's footsteps, it is suddenly lifted by two pair of hands. it feels itself turned around and then upside down. punana is pressed against two cold metal poles and then wrapped with leather straps around its torso. They are pulled tightly, holding punana in place, its arm and legs dangling free. More hands. punana's arms are pulled backward very hard, its elbows meeting now and pulled even further, the strain in its shoulders unbearable, ropes around the arms securing it from wrist to elbow, knots pulled even tighter, shoulders screaming now. At the same time, more hands have wrapped ropes around its ankles and pressed them tight against its thighs, then pulled backward, pushing punana's crotch forward away from the metal poles, punana waiting to crack like a wishbone. it becomes aware of its own screams slowly, but a single slap to its crotch brings it to arousal and another slap makes it cum. punana jerks against the poles as the open-palm cunt spanking continues, the voices in the room laughing and taunting it, telling it to behave like the animal it is. punana feels things being shoved into its openings now, long, hard, and tapered things. punana can't tell what they are but it doesn't care and it starts fucking them as best it can in its bonds. Then, it all stops. punana moans and begs to be touched but nobody responds. The room has gone silent. punana doesn't know what to expect next so it just keeps begging "touch me, fuck me, hurt me" over and over. --- Daisy's body shook as she came again. "Enough!" she said, turning off the vibrator. She looked at the clock. It was almost nine. Nobody watched her at work, she could come and go as she pleased, but she was getting worried that punana was taking over her life. Twice this month, she'd taken off an entire day and stayed home to masturbate to the stories. The second time, she'd even done her own body modification. She'd duct taped wooden dowels to her calves to pretend they were the stiletto implants. She'd taped her ears flat against her head and fashioned stretchers for her nostrils to get some tiny, tiny feeling of what her character was going through. She's even gone as far as to sneak into an adult bookstore and buy one of the big, thick, black dildoes she'd seen on so many websites and could pretend was one of Patricia's horses. She'd locked the doors (even dead bolted them just in case Ben came home early), blindfolded herself, and crawled around the house naked, pretending to be punana, pretending to be blinded by those blackout lenses, pretending to be sniffing around for "it's Master". Today, she wanted to prove she was stronger than her obsession, stronger than her own urges. She'd read his email - the latest punana story he posted - and allowed herself to masturbate, but then, she'd taken that cold, cold shower. It had helped. But she'd masturbated again and now it was time to prove she was in control. Daisy got up and put the vibrator away in her bottom drawer. She made the bed, smoothing out the sheets she and Ben would be sleeping on later. Or making love. If she was lucky. She looked in the closet and selected a pleasant outfit for the office, professional looking but still feminine and attractive. Then, she opened her underwear drawer and looked down. Right on top was a navy blue pair of boyshorts. Peter liked those. They had a two inch lace decoration around the bottom, she remembered him running his fingers along her skin underneath her skirt, her cunt getting soaked, her eyes closed. The first time she'd let him touch her, back in Las Vegas. She closed her eyes and thought of his mouth on hers, then, without a word, how his hand went to her nipple and started pinching. He'd established his control over her that quickly and calmly, without a word, with just that simple gesture of ownership. She slammed the drawer shut and ran back to the desk, sat down with her legs splayed open and read more of the story. --- punana screamed as a wooden ruler smacked the undersides of its huge titties. It hit punana again and again, two dozen times in half as many seconds. Then a second one was added along the inside of its left thigh, and a third on its right. More came down on its belly and then they were everywhere, the sound echoing through the room, punana's body on fire, its moans betraying its arousal. A strong hand pulled at its ankles then it felt the bite of a belt smacking its cunt. Whoever was swinging it wasn't holding anything back, the leather landed dead-center every time, pounding at its cunt lips and swollen clitoris. Fingers were holding its lips open now and it heard the sickening sound of the leather beating its soaking damp pussy. After several minutes, they all stopped again and punana heard itself begging for more. "More" was quick in coming. punana felt fingers pulling at its nipples, stretching them, then clamping something around them that bit hard with didn't cut the flesh. More metal against punana's titties, then pressure. The devices were stretching its nipples. It had felt this before and it scared punana. The pleasure/pain of the nipple stretching were confusing and punana was terrified. A hand started massaging punana's cunt and it started moaning. The nipple stretchers were relentless, the pain shot through its body but it kept cumming, muttering incoherently now, the pain washing over it and arousing it, cum squirting into the air and running down the front of its body, slicking its belly and titties while the stretchers pulled harshly at its nipple flesh. It felt something sliding into its ass and groaned. They were taking their pleasure now, fucking punana's ass. punana closed its eyes, it was useful now and it felt fulfilled.
A BAD DAY CONTINUES (Part 4) The last few weeks had been quiet. Lauren liked that. It made her life a paradise. When things at work were going well and Peter came home in a good mood, they would have some dinner, watch some television, maybe go upstairs and fool around a bit afterwards. On the weekend, they would shop and catch maybe a movie. It was peaceful and she loved it. Ruiz kept to herself most of the time. When she wasn't doing house or yard work, she spent most of her time in her cage in the mud room. It was comfortable and familiar and besides there wasn't much else to do. There was a half-door she used to let herself out when she needed to use the litter box, a small sink just inside the door so she could wash herself after she'd scooped up the litter and put it in the trash. As long as Peter didn't need her, that was pretty much her life. She had a list of daily chores but, since she kept on top of them, most of her days were mind-numbingly boring. They didn't allow her any reading material or television, so she spent a lot of her time sleeping, exercising, or exploring the big back yard. Peter insisted she stay on all fours when she was outside. Once, early on, she'd made the mistake of walking erect and he'd seen her. Her punishment was quick and severe and she knew she'd never make the mistake again. The other thing she did to fill her time was masturbate. She quickly bored of diddling herself with her fingers and took to rubbing against things in the yard. One of her favorites was the telephone pole. She found a smooth spot and used it aggressively every chance she got. It was shiny now, she could smell her scent on it as she got closer and that excited the animal in her. She rubbed against other things -- the corner of the garage, some of the planters, but she always came back to the telephone pole. Most of the time, she backed into it and humped like a dog. Other times, she wrapped her legs around it and humped it like a lover. Once or twice, she'd snuck a rolled-up towel out of the house and put it between her body and the pole -- that was heaven. She also learned to enjoy sniffing around, especially around the flower beds. She hadn't realized just how rich the earth smelled until she got her nose right down in it. Now, she could turn herself on just smelling the roots of the rose bushes just after a rain. She tried humping the rosebushes, hoping the pain from the thorns would turn her on the way a good spanking or whipping would, but it was too sharp and just distracted her. --- The problem started one Friday night when Peter came home late. Lauren asked him where he'd been and he turned and snarled, "none of your business. Fuck off." In the cage, Ruiz's ears perked up and she raised her head. An argument. Maybe Peter had something going on and needed some relief. She felt her body already starting to flush, the adrenaline pumping. She wanted to crawl into the other room and present herself, but knew to wait. The argument continued, Lauren accusing Peter of hooking up with some little tramp at work she'd met last weekend, Peter accusing her of accusing him. Ruiz felt the energy in the house rising and touched herself, fingering her nipples, stiffening them between her fingers. "Oh, yeah? Well then, fuck you!" Lauren screamed. Ruiz heard her stomping around the house and then the front door slammed and Peter and Ruiz were alone. She got to her knees and pushed the door of her cage open just slightly, then backed away. She was torn between wanting to appear too eager and letting the opportunity slip by. She heard Peter storm into the kitchen and then bottles clinking. He was pouring himself a drink. Ruiz's cunt started twitching, she knew the routine. Peter always tried that first, two shots of whiskey or scotch to take off the edge. If that didn't do it, he would seek her out. She dropped on her back and started rubbing herself between the legs, she came quickly anticipating what the night might bring. --- Lauren dropped her purse and keys on the table just inside the door and listened. The house was dark and quiet, which struck her as unusual. Peter usually had music going or the television on, but it was dead silent. She knew he was home because his car was in the garage. That meant one of two things. He was either upstairs asleep or in the quiet room with Ruiz. She looked at her watch. She'd been out for three hours. If he was with Ruiz she would be in rough shape by now. Quietly hoping, Lauren went quietly to the mud room and looked at Ruiz's cage. It was empty. She shook her head slowly. They were in the basement, in the special room Peter had made years ago while they were still doing most of the playing themselves. She changed into a lace camisole and cheeky panties, then combed out her hair and refreshed her makeup. After three hours, Ruiz would be ready for a break and Peter would be revved up and stiff. Lauren was turned on thinking about Peter fucking her after working out his anxious energy on Ruiz. He was a wild fuck on a normal day and would be incredible after a session with Ruiz. Lauren walked quietly into the basement and down the narrow hallway that led to the quiet room. It locked from the outside, so she knew she would be able to get in easily. She pulled the door open a crack and was immediately hit by the smell of sweat and pussy. There were low moans coming from inside and heavy breathing. Peter's breathing. Then a loud "crack!" and a stifled scream from Ruiz. Silence. Heavy breathing. Another "crack!". Feet shuffling. "The fist this time." Another moan, then a grunt and another loud moan, this time more orgasm than pain. A loud slurpy sound, then licking. Lauren pulled the door open further and looked in. Ruiz was hanging upside down, angry red stripes up and down the front and back of both legs. Everything between her legs bright red and quivering. Peter was crouched low, Ruiz was licking is hand, cleaning her body off of his fingers. Peter noticed Ruiz's eyes and turned, saw Lauren at the door. "Welcome home," he said with a dismissive tone, then stood up. "Come on in and watch." He reached for a leather belt and leaned back, swung it high and brought it down with all the force he could muster between Ruiz's legs. She bit her lip hard but a small scream escaped from her anyway. He did it again and she jerked upward, bending at the waist, but unable to move more than a few inches. "Tired, aren't you?" Peter sneered. He hit her again. This time, the belt reached further and an angry red stripe appeared on her belly, nearly touching her navel. She twisted and turned, struggling against the pain. After four more of these, he dropped the belt and made a fist. "I hope you're ready," he said. He pressed his fist against the opening between her legs, then raised to his full height and bore down with all his weight. His closed fist popped through her opening and she moaned, then started whispering, "yes, yes, yes..." Lauren's eyes widened when she saw the small bulges appear on Ruiz's belly. Peter had opened his fist and was moving his fingers around inside her body. He turned his arm, pulled it halfway out then rammed it back in hard. Ruiz shuddered, her eyes closed, breath coming quick now. She was going to cum again. Peter pushed his other thumb against her crotch and she started humping fast. She came with a disturbing, grunting sound. Peter balled his fist again and pulled it out slowly while she humped hard and came again. Peter looked at Lauren. She turned her head but it was too late, he knew her eyes had been staring at his crotch. "You want it?" he asked. Lauren didn't answer, just pressed her body against his and started moving slowly up and down. Her hands reached for his pants, undid the snap and slide the zipper down. Peter stared at Ruiz's legs, the stripes hypnotizing him. Lauren slid his pants down around his ankles and took his cock in her mouth. He started fucking her face, still staring at Ruiz's legs. His mind raced, his cockhead swelled in Lauren's mouth. He reached behind him and picked up a 3/8 inch cane that was hanging from a peg on the wall. Peter swished the cane in the air then walked a few feet to his right. Lauren kept up with him, he'd done this before, carelessly walking around during a blowjob. He opened his stance and planted his feet firmly on the floor, then raised his arm and started working his way up and down Ruiz's back with the cane. The pain was horrible and Ruiz was twisting and turning wildly between blows. Some of them hit her sides, some even her belly and titties. She did her best to keep still after that but it was hopeless, the pain was too intense. Peter stopped every ten blows and put his hand between Ruiz's legs so she could rub against it. By the time he'd hit fifty, her body was too exhausted for even that. "Now, it's time to get serious," he said. Lauren pulled her mouth off his cock and whispered, "Peter, she's had enough. Look at her." She stroked his cock in her hand. "Come on, let's you and me go upstairs and finish this off..." Peter pushed his cock back in her mouth and looked at Ruiz. The woman's eyes were red and swollen from crying, her lips trembling with the effort to stay quiet. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded. "Yes, Master." Then, "please." He raised the cane high again. This time, it came down on the inside of her left thigh, just a few inches from her crotch. She screamed now, her body jerked again, she found strength somewhere to struggle again. He waited a full ten seconds then swung and hit her directly in the fold between her leg and her crotch. The next one was exactly along her left cunt lip, the next on the right. She managed to swing back and forth, her whole body in it now, but Peter was relentless. He worked her crotch and the six inches at the top of her thighs for over fifteen minutes before he came in Lauren's mouth. Ruiz begged him to make her cum. Peter pointed and Lauren put her head between Ruiz's legs and started licking. Lauren's soft, wet tongue was so completely unlike Peter's thumb that Ruiz's body went crazy. She bucked and jerked wildly as she came time after time, moaning and yelling "thank you, thank you, thank you, Mistress, thank you..." --- Peter wasn't through. When he tired of watching Ruiz spasming under his wife's tongue, he told Lauren, "enough. Get her down." Lauren cranked the wires that suspended Ruiz until she was lying on the floor. Then, she undid the ankle cuffs and the handcuffs that kept Ruiz's arms stretched wide. "Get up, whore," Peter said, nudging Ruiz with his toe. Ruiz tried but could barely move. He crouched in front of her, pulled her head up by the hair. "Having trouble?" Ruiz whispered, "yes, Sir." Peter leaned closer. "Do you want to have more trouble?" Ruiz shook her head hard, "no, no Sir, no..." She got to her hands and knees, but still couldn't stand up. "Come on," Peter said. Ruiz crawled to the wall and managed to get to a standing position. Her legs were like jelly, the knees and ankles watery, her skin on fire, her muscles useless. "If you can get yourself back to your cage, we're done for the night," Peter said. "You have five minutes." Ruiz pushed herself off the wall and tried to stand but couldn't. She crumpled to the floor, knees folded up underneath her bottom. Peter went to the other side of the room and sat on the floor. "Let's see how it goes." Ruiz rolled over and got to her hands and knees. She started crawling out of the room but even that was too exhausting. She collapsed about ten feet from the door of the quiet room. Lauren knelt beside her and whispered, "you can do it. Come on, Ruiz." Ruiz crawled a few more feet. She could see the bottom of the stairs. If she got to the stairs, she was sure she could make it to the top. She started again, short, jerky movements, but at least she was moving. Ruiz got to the top step and pushed at the door. It was closed. She looked up and saw the knob, it seemed like it was a mile above her head. She pushed her legs, straightening her knees, sliding her hand until she felt the knob. She turned it and the door opened outward. She collapsed on the floor, tried to catch her breath. Her legs were too tired for anything now, she pulled herself by her arms. Lauren walked past her and down the hall. She went all the way to the mud room, making sure the doors were open and there was nothing in the hallway that would block her way. Ruiz looked up at her with gratitude in her eyes and started crawling in earnest now. She was past the first hallway and into the second when she heard Peter coming up the stairs. "How are we doing?" he called. "Sir, Sir, I am almost..." Ruiz started but then stopped. Peter hadn't come up to ask how she was doing. There had to be another reason. She looked at him. "Sir?" Peter handed her a drinking glass. "I'm thirsty." He nodded toward the kitchen. "Just water is fine." Ruiz collapsed on the floor, the glass in her hand beside her. He had no intention of letting her get to her cage, she thought. He never had. It was all a game. "You still have two full minutes, dear," he said. "Come on, I'll help you." Peter grabbed her under the arms, lifted her up and carried her to the sink. When he let go, she managed to brace herself against the counter. She reached slowly, painfully, for the faucet and filled the glass with cold water. Peter was across the room. Ruiz started inching her way toward him. The glass felt like it was filled with lead, her arm trembled as she tried to keep from spilling any on the floor. She handed it to him and he smiled. "Thank you." He looked at his watch. "Still a minute and ten seconds." Ruiz shuffled out of the kitchen and down the hallway, using her hands against the wall to keep herself from collapsing. Peter followed her. Lauren was already in the mud room, an angry look on her face. Ruiz froze when she saw Lauren, then started walking to the room again. When she came through the door, she saw what Lauren had seen. The door of the cage was tied shut. There were three different knots, top, middle and bottom. Ruiz dropped to her knees and started tearing at the thin rope, pulling at the knots, frenzied now, knowing it was impossible but not wanting to give up, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Lauren looked at Peter and whispered, "bastard." He just nodded. Ruiz knew she had lost long before Peter called "three minutes." She looked at him but didn't say anything. "Get back to the quiet room." --- By the time Lauren got back to the quiet room, Ruiz was already in her new restraints. Peter was using the metal grid for her this time. There were two vertical pipes that he'd secured her wrists and ankles to. Then, four horizontal pipes, one behind her waist, one across her chest pushing her shoulders back, one underneath her chin that pushed her head backward until she was looking at her own feet, and the last one just above the knees, pushing them too far back. Her body was twisted in an agonizing S position, the metal had not give at all. Her muscles were already trembling. Peter pushed an O ring in her mouth, behind her teeth. He tied the strings around the back of her neck so she wouldn't swallow it. "Peter, are you sure..." Lauren said. Peter ignored her and started in on Ruiz. The first twenty strokes were right across the middle of her belly, the part of her body that was furthest stretched and most exposed. He used a four-inch wide leather strap for those, all of the blows falling within an inch or two of each other. Ruiz gasped and groaned, strained against the metal uselessly. Peter set the strap down and picked up the 3/8 inch cane. He worked the same patch of skin again, only ten strokes this time, but they were more than enough. She was sweating had now, trying to somehow get out of her bonds, knowing it was hopeless but unable to stop. "Catch your breath. You'll need it," Peter said, then walked out of the room. He came back in two minutes with a jar in his hand. Holding it up to Ruiz's eyes, he told her to read the label. Her eyes got wide and she tried to shake her head. "Ti--i--er aaammm," was the best she could manage. "Yes, Tiger Balm." Peter walked around in front of her. "An old friend." He dipped his fingers into the jar and scooped out a generous glob of it. "Open your pussy," he said. Ruiz tried to spread her legs, pushed hard trying to make her cunt open but she could barely manage more than parting her lips. "No matter," Peter said. He slathered the stuff between her cunt lips, then pushed his fingers deep inside her, smearing it liberally along the lining of her cunt. She started moaning and straining immediately. He'd put some of it on his wrist once and could only imagine what it was like inside Ruiz's pussy. While she struggled, he got another glob and pushed it up her ass. Lauren's eyes were wide. She'd read about this but had never seen it. Ruiz was squirming like she was on fire. To her surprise, it made Lauren hot. Peter noticed and ordered her to go around and kneel on the stool. Lauren did. Peter lifted the stool, carried it forward, stopped when Lauren's crotch was in Ruiz's face. Ruiz went at it eagerly, desperate for anything to distract her from the pain between her legs. While Ruiz licked Lauren's cunt, Peter went to work on her nipples. He clamped them in a skirt-hangar, then tied it to a string hanging from the ceiling. He pulled it tighter and tighter until he couldn't pull anymore. While Ruiz slurped at his wife's pussy, he started twanging the tight cord. The pain was blinding. Ruiz couldn't stop struggling, her arms and legs tight and starting to cramp now. Her tongue was working wildly at Lauren's cunt, she had to cough to keep from drowning in Lauren's cunt juice. Lauren came and sprayed all over Ruiz's face. She felt the warm fluid running all over her face and neck, up into her nose. She snorted and blew it out, her body jerking, the pain shooting through her like electricity. "I'm going to help you out a little," Peter said. Ruiz felt a nozzle pushed up into her cunt, then a rush of icy cold water filling her belly. Peter turned the knob and the water slowed down. "Nice and cool, isn't it?" he said softly. Ruiz was crying, she knew that the cramps were coming, Peter had done this before. "Yes, Master, yes, nice and cool." Lauren knew the water wouldn't flush the Tiger Balm out of Ruiz, it would only cause her more pain as it stretched her belly and put pressure on her insides. Peter kept the water flowing for three minutes then turned it off. He pulled the hose out and told Ruiz that if she kept it in for five minutes, he would let her go back to her cage. Ruiz clenched her cunt muscles but the pressure was too strong and her insides still burned. David held a stopwatch in front of her face. The second hand crept, her body was bursting. After one minute, the cramping started and she felt a trickle of water between her legs. The pain was intense but she kept clenched. At two minutes, she felt she might make it. Everything was shaking, her arms, her back, her legs, but she kept her cunt clenched. At two minutes and fifteen, Peter leaned forward and smiled in her face. He held the watch closer to her then reached with his free hand and plucked the string connected to the hangar. "Nnnnnhhhhh!" she moaned, biting her lip hard, but she kept her cunt clenched. At two minutes and thirty seconds, Peter slid his hand along her stretched, distended belly, his middle finger touching her clit. "Oh, please, no, please, no please, no..." she kept repeating as he made small circles around the tip. At exactly two minutes and fifty-two seconds, she shot the stream of water across the room as her body convulsed in a huge orgasm. "You lose," Peter said. Lauren just shook her head. He was out of control.
This is my second day with daniel, my 14 year old nephew, If you are offended easily then I suggest you dont read any further Daniel arrived early the following wednesday, he told his mother( my sister) that I wanted him to do extra work on my garden. It was just eight in the morning when he arrived and I was still in bed. I heard the doorbell and got out of bed to answer it, I was wearing a baggy tshirt and pj bottoms, not exactly the sexiest things i own. lol When the door opened daniel had a big smile on his face and I knew what he wanted but I wasnt the best morning person in the world. I invited him in and told him to make 2 cups of coffee and I went to get my bathrobe on, the sun was already beaming but the house was still a bit chilly. daniel was pouring the water into the mugs so I went over behind him and when he had finished pouring I leaned over and kissed his neck and slid my hand down inside his trousers and felt his hard cock. It had been a week since i took his virginity and since I'd seen him last, I think the bigest turn on was the fact that not only was what we were doing illegal but it was also breaking so many sociatal taboo's. Here I was with my 14 year old nephews cock in my hand and I was so turned on. We sat down on the couch and cuddled as we had our coffee and watched tv, I really wanted him inside me but I wanted him to be really worked up.. the room was getting warm from the sunlight streaming in through the double door so i took off my robe and sat back with daniels head resting on my shoulder, then I felt his hand moving over my tshirt, slowly up towards my breasts, I pretended I wasnt aware of what he was doing and he inched closer. His fingers touched the bottom of my right tit and i nearly jumped with excitement at the Idea of fucking him again, he moved his finger tips over my nipples and circled them gently, O.M.G I was getting so turned on. after a few minutes of that I lifted my tshirt and put his hand right onto my breast and told him to pinch my nipples gently. I knew he was getting really worked up but I wanted to really tease him..I was soaking wet and I could feel it on my pj's then I felt something I really didnt want...It was a gush. I went into the bathroom and checked myself and then I discovered my period had started. Fuck it! I was going to have some fun one way or another. I put in a tampon and went back in the room to daniel. "lets go to the bedroom hun, I have something to show you" We went into my room and I pushed him onto the bed, I straddled his legs and pulled down his jeans and boxers and his cock stood to attention. I took it in my hand and licked it all round the head, then I opened my mouth and started sucking his cock while wanking it with my lips, It didnt take long before he started to moan and i could feel the tension growing in him as he built up to an orgasm. when he wxploded in my mouth I made sure I swallowed every drop and I was very dramatic about it, I even told him i loved the taste (a little white lie) I've never really tasted any major difference between one guy and another. when he was finished I pulled off my tshirt and stuck my nipple in his mouth while he pinched and squeezed my other breast, I told him to suck hard on it and gently bite it. I was getting so worked up!! His cock was still rock hard and I really wanted to get kinky with him so i stood up and pulled down my pj's and knickes in one go, I didnt know how he would react to me being on my period but I really hoped he wouldnt mind. "O.K hun you have a choice, I'm having my period so if you dont mind a little mess you can still fuck my pussy or if you feel a little more adventurous you can try something new and you can fuck my ass instead or if you like we can do both" ;) He looked totally shocked " can we try your pussy?" "of course we can hun" I climbed on top of him and we kissed, I reached underneath and pulled out the tampon and threw it down beside the bed where he couldnt see it, then I slid down untill his cock was right up against my pussy. I pushed back onto him and I could feel it slowly sliding up inside me but it didnt feel comfortable so I eased up so the head was almost out and then I slid down onto it again, it took 4 times attempts until it was all the way inside me. I sat there with his cock burried deep in my pussy gripping it with my pussy and swinging my breasts in front of his face, I was loving the kinkiness of it. I always loved being fucked during my period it's when I'm at my horniest.... I slowly started to fuck his cock and I could see the bliss on his face, he was staring right up between my breasts and right into my face. He tried to thrust up into me but I told him to stop that if he continued I was going to stop altogether so he just lay there and I slowly fucked his cock. I could feel it getting wetter and wetter down there and I knew it would be very messy but I was just so into it right now and that was just another layer to the kinkiness of it, at least there was little to no chance of me getting pregnant. I gradually started to speed up and i pushed down harder onto his cock trying to drive it deeper and harder even though it was already as deep as it could go!! I wanted him to fill me, stretch me, I wanted him!! I could feel him starting to tense up and I knew he was close to cumming so I started to speed up, I was nowhere near ready to cum yet but I wanted to feel him explode inside me. his body went totally rigid and he closed his eyes and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me but I just kept fucking his cock...in and out I pounded down onto him. i could feel his cum gushing out of me, Daniel started to relax a bit and I just continued to fuck his cock. O.M.F.G it was so wet down there, It felt so fucking amazing, I could feel Daniel squirming under me, " michelle I'm cumming again" he started to tense up again and I continued to fuck him hard and fast then he started thrusting into me and I ground my pussy onto his cock, suddenly he went totally rigid, it was like a spasm, I could feel him cumming inside me again. I was so close myself, I really wanted to cum with him but I knew we wouldn't so I just kept fucking.... Daniel suddenly stopped thrusting and said something I really didnt want to hear. "please stop michelle I'm too sensitive" he looked so uncomfortable.. I just thought "fuck it!! he had 2 orgasms and I'm so close!" so I just kept slamming onto his cock. "Im almost there hun, Im almost there!... just a minute "Stop Aunty, please" I sped up and then my world exploded, holy shit it was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, I squirted all over his cock and my bedding. I froze, his cock still inside me and daniel was still beging me to stop, not to move. I waited for everything to calm down and then I slid up his cock, he was almost having a fit as I slid off, he was so sensitive!! Once I was off I kissed him and told him that was the best fuck I have ever had, I wasnt lying, it was the best fuck I'd ever had with a guy ;) I lifted my leg over to see what the mess was like...O.M.G it was a MESS!! his cock was covered in Blood and spunk. I wrapped my mouth around it and started to suck it clean, it didnt taste bad! Daniel was going a bit limp so I decided to leave it and clean up with a towel, after I wiped him off he got up and went for a shower, what a fucking mess, I had to change the quilt cover, then I discovered the blood and other stuff had leaked through not only the quilt but also the sheets underneath and onto my matress, I guess I was going to be sleeping in the spare room tonight.... I hope you like it, theres more to come.. email me with any comments @ [email protected]
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 08 Donna is left in charge of Daisy and makes up a pepper smear for her. [Day 4 (Tuesday - later)] The darkness in the room made it hard for Daisy to keep her balance. Every so often, she'd move or relax and get a shock from the metal cage. She was crying and afraid, the trip wasn't what she had intended at all. The Doctor was insane and she didn't understand what Peter had in mind. After all they'd been through together, she couldn't imagine he was crazy enough to go along with everything the Doctor had described. The light came on and Daisy blinked her eyes. She was still alone, just her, the chair and the control box. The door opened and she saw Donna again. She shuddered. Donna was even more insane than the Doctor. She'd invented the entire story about Daisy being trapped in the States, nobody at home knowing to look for her, her job and apartment and assets all gone. The woman was unhinged. And dangerous. "Tired?" she purred, stepping closer. "Your friend Peter isn't due back until tomorrow morning, did you know that?" Daisy shook her head slightly, aware of the metal studs waiting just inches away to shock her if she moved too far. "And the Doctor has left for the night," she walked around behind Daisy, moving slowly and deliberately. "He left me in charge. He left you in my care. What do you think of that?" Daisy shuddered. Donna terrified her. She was cold, cruel, and completely without emotion. And now the two of them were alone. She was completely at this woman's mercy. "I...this one...I think you will do what the Doctor has in mind," she said, attempting to compliment her. Donna laughed. "Oh, you stupid little fuck!" She picked up the control box and turned off the current. "Get in here!" she called. Two towering men dressed head to toe in black latex came into the room. They quickly undid the connections of the cage and swung the faceplate free. Donna motioned for them to leave and they did. She took Daisy by the hand and pulled her up. Daisy lost her balance, her body was exhausted and stiff from sitting. She fell to the floor. "Come along," Donna said without stopping. She walked down the hall, Daisy stumbling along on her hands and knees. They got the end of the hallway and Donna unlocked a door and held it open, nudged Daisy through with her foot. Daisy looked up and froze. Sitting in a chair against the wall was Kira. The big woman was wearing a yellow housedress and had a big wide smile on her face. Daisy shuffled her feet, tried to crawl back through the door but Donna pushed her over and pulled it closed. Daisy curled in a ball on the floor sobbing. Kira's drugs were possibly the only thing in the world she feared more than Donna. She couldn't take another dose, couldn't stand the blindness and helplessness and feeling all those things crawling on her flesh that weren't really there. "Please, please, please..." she repeated, rocking back and forth, her knees pulled tightly against her chest. Donna grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. "You pathetic little cunt." She pointed at Kira with her free hand. "You should be honored that a brilliant woman like Kira is even interested in you, is even talking to you. You are nothing, do you understand? Nothing." She pushed her head back down and Daisy curled into a ball again. Donna went to an intercom and pressed the button. "Let's get this started," she said. In just a few seconds, the door opened and a dozen men dressed in the same latex outfits filed into the room. Daisy watched them, noticed for the first time that the outfits opened at the crotch, that their cocks were hanging free, noticed that most of the men were black and that all of their cocks were thick and long. Most hung down to their knees. "Genetically enhanced," Kira said, watching Daisy's eyes. "Another of my inventions." Donna crouched down and grabbed Daisy's hair again. "You're staring at their cocks. You're ready to fuck them, aren't you?" "Yes, yes, if I fuck them you'll protect me from Kira?" Donna turned and looked at the big Russian woman. "Did you hear that? This piece of shit thinks she has to be protected from you." Kira walked across the room and stood towering over Daisy. "What do you want protection from, little pizda?" She reached into a pocket in the dress and took out a small case. Daisy panicked, her feet shuffling against the floor, trying to slide away, trembling. Four of the men quickly grabbed her and stood her up, holding her paralyzed while Kira opened the case in front of her face. "You did not like my last one, did you?" she asked softly. Daisy muttered "no, no" and started sobbing. Kira took out the syringe and pointed it at Daisy. She pressed the tip against her cheek. Daisy stood frozen, terrified. "This one is much, much worse. You will feel paranoia. Terror. And the only relief will come through pain. I've seen women pulling out their own fingernails to cause enough pain to distract them from the terror." She ran the needle along the side of Daisy's face. She ran it down her neck while Daisy shook and begged her for mercy. Kira looked at Donna. Donna stood up and waved her arm, indicating the men in the room. "Fuck all of them and then we'll see," she said. Daisy threw herself to her knees and started sucking the closest man's cock, raised her ass and opened her cheeks, inviting a cock to rape her asshole. She looked up at the man she was sucking and begged him to fuck her ass. He stepped around back of her and rammed himself deep. She felt herself ripped in half, wondered if he'd torn her, didn't care. She took another cock in her mouth and sucked deep, pushing herself to take it in her throat and not gag. The men took turns pounding at her ass and mouth until she was dripping cum down her thighs and could barely see straight. When the last man was finished, Donna stood up and applauded. "Not bad, but then it's nothing for a whore like you, is it?" She motioned for Daisy to come closer. Daisy staggered across the room. Donna handed her a small jar. "Smear his deep inside your pussy and ass and we'll see about sending Kira home." She handed Daisy a dildo. "This will help you get it deep inside." Daisy opened the jar and immediately smelled the pepper sauce. It was bright red and creamy. Donna nodded. "Cayenne, jabanero, vinegar, icy hot, and a few other chemicals just for good measure." Daisy dipped her fingers in it and smeared it up and down the sides of the dildo. Donna grabbed it from her. "Fucking stupid cunt!" She lathered it on, smearing it thick up and down every inch. Daisy took it back and squatted, pressed the thing against her pussy. In one quick motion, Donna put her left hand on Daisy's shoulder and with her right, helped Daisy shove it in deep and fast. Daisy gave a small yelp. Donna fucked it in and out a few times, then pulled it out -- Daisy's fingers still holding the base -- and shoved it up her ass. It only took a couple of seconds for the burning to start. In less than a minute, Daisy was waddling around the room, hands between her legs, knees pressed tight, moaning and crying and then screaming from the pain. The men pulled on rubbers and started mounting her again, two at a time now, sometimes one in her cunt and one in her ass, sometimes both in the same hole. They fucked her savagely and she screamed from the burning fire inside her. Donna laughed and smeared the cream on the condoms before each of them took her, her insides felt like someone had shoved the sun up inside her. When the men were tired of her, they carried her to Kira, holding her up under her shoulders. "Are you ready, you stupid fucking little whore?" Donna taunted. Daisy was too far gone to even answer, her world a red-hot river of pain. Kira picked up the needle and pressed it against Daisy's left nipple. Daisy pushed herself forward, impaling herself on the cool steel, anything but what was going on between her legs. Donna reached for Kira's wrist and gently pulled her back. "Some other time. We have nothing to learn from her while she's in this state." Kira nodded and pulled the needle roughly out of Daisy's titty. Daisy fell to her knees and clutched Kira's legs, begging her for the injection, anything to make the pain go away, anything. Kira kicked her off and went back to sit down on the bench. Donna just stood and stared at Daisy, writhing on the ground, her cunt and ass on fire, her eyes running with water, her body exhausted and fucked out. "I own you. Never forget that. I own you."
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 05 Daisy is given to the second prisoner - a woman - a former Russian interrogator who specializes in psychotropic drugs. [Day 3 (Monday) - mid-afternoon] A dozen women prisoners circled around Daisy while the guards scrubbed her in the cold water. They shared cigarettes and sipped from airplane-sized bottles of whiskey. The women were a variety of shapes and sizes but they all wore identical bright orange jumpsuits. "You like her?" one of the women asked the other. Daisy raised her head, blinked the water out of her eyes and saw a tall, heavyset woman with close-cut brown hair and bright red lips. She smiled at Daisy. "Ah, you recognize my voice?" Daisy started to speak but her feet slid out from under her on the soapy tile floor. One of the guards grabbed her by the arm and steadied her. "Stop moving," she growled. The woman stepped forward but the guard put up her hand. "Don't fuck with me, Kira. She'd not yours for another twenty minutes." The guard dropped the brush and put her hands on her hips, turned toward Kira. "You wouldn't want to lose your turn, would you?" Kira's voice softened and she stepped back. "No, ma'am. No." Daisy saw the resentment and hate in Kira's eyes. She was channeling it all toward Daisy and it scared her. She'd been shown Kira's rap sheet over her tiny lunch of half a cup of tuna and water. Kira had been behind bars for her sex crimes for eight years now. Today would be the first time she would be able to play with a living woman. Eight years of build-up tension, coupled with her obvious anger toward the guards. Daisy shivered as she watched Kira back away and plant herself against the wall. The guards continued their routine, brutally scrubbing Daisy's skin with the brush and soap, hosing her down with cold water. Fat Ron had left her a sweaty, cum soaked mess. They fed her lunch in the same room Fat Ron had fucked her in, her sitting in the corner, her exhausted body propped up against the cool tiles. She'd eaten the tuna with her fingers, then licked the plate to get every last bit. Bill and the Doctor stayed in the room, comparing notes about exactly how much current she'd been able to take and how long they thought she would last next time Fat Ron had a turn at her. She was too tired to care. They'd given her the one-page writeup on Kira, told her Kira would have her from two until four. She'd slept from eleven o'clock until one in the afternoon, but her sleep was fitful, filled with nightmares and Kira's face. Kira was a Russian woman in her late fifties. She'd been a scientist, a chemist, and had worked for the KGB during the Cold War and after. She was an interrogator. Her specialty was concocting chemical mixtures that were tailored for each individual subject. Depending on their psychological makeup, she knew some would respond better to hallucinations, some to anxiety, some to paralysis, some to hyperactivity. Whatever they feared most, she would find some chemical way to produce. What had terrified Daisy most was a line written in red pencil across the bottom of the page. "Creepy, crawly things. Darkness." The two things Daisy feared the most. Did Kira know? Had she been given that sheet? Daisy wanted to believe "no" - even "maybe" but she knew better. Peter would not have missed such an opportunity. The women finished rinsing Daisy then toweled her dry and led her out of the common shower and into the dressing area. The shorter of the two motioned to Kira, "how do you want her?" Kira raised her right hand and pressed the corner of a photograph against her upper lip. She walked slowly toward them, flicking the photo gently up and down over her mouth. Daisy heard the snap of the hard paper each time she flicked it. Kira handed it to the guard. Daisy recognized it immediately. "Daisy in red.jpg" she's called the file when she sent it to Peter several months ago. He'd given it to Kira. She wondered how many other photos of her Kira had. "Oh yeah, she's hot in this one," the guard said, handing it to the other woman. She looked at the photo, then at Daisy, then back at the photo. "He brought this one." She handed the photo back to Kira. "I guess he knew." The guards helped Daisy into the dress. It was low cut, sleeveless, and short, a flowing bright red material that clung to her body and showed off every curve. "We're going to have to leave her barefoot. She could hardly walk after Fat Ron got through with her." It was true. Daisy wasn't sure if it was the electric shocks or the hard fucking but her legs were still like rubber. Daisy looked at Kira. The woman was all hard edges, her face serious and stern, her eyes glowing with intelligence and excitement. She knew that if they'd given Fat Ron access to the equipment he'd used on her, they would surely have given Kira access to any drugs she wanted. She was scared again, her mind scrambling for a way out, a way to avoid whatever Kira had concocted for her. She decided to try to seduce her, maybe she could avoid Kira's perversion if she offered her something else. Daisy saw that Kira was staring at her legs. She knew they were pale against the red of the dress, creamy and enticing. She spread her feet just a bit farther apart, knew it would accentuate her thighs and the space between them. She was very sexy like that and she could tell Kira was getting aroused. Daisy swayed her hips just the slightest bit, trying to read Kira, trying not to be too obvious. She saw Kira's eyes move, then her own hips. It was working. She let her left hand drift slowly toward the hem of her skirt. If she could slide it up her leg a bit, she was sure Kira would be hooked. They could go to one of the cots and she would put her face between Kira's thighs and lick her, make her cum, distract her from... "Kira! It's time. Where do you want her?" A smile broke across Kira's face. The spell was broken. The guards had shattered Daisy's hopes. Kira moved close, ran her fingers across Daisy's cheek. "I know what you were doing, little one. You are very, very smart. Very smart." She leaned in and kissed Daisy on the mouth, lips closed. "But not smart enough." Daisy felt her body go limp, the fight drained out of her, along with any hope of escape. === "Hold her!" Kira barked at the guards. Daisy twisted against the straps with all her strength, the guards pressed her shoulders harder and finally managed to pin her to the back of the chair. "Do it!" one of them said. Kira rushed forward and plunged the four-inch needles deep into Daisy's breasts. Daisy screamed but stopped struggling, she was terrified the needles might break off. The guards let go and Kira leaned close, her breath in Daisy's face. "Cunt," she growled. "You let men touch your body, you put their bodies in your mouth, you let them do all the dirty things to you." As she spoke, she pushed slowly on the plungers. Daisy could feel the burning right away as the chemicals spread through her chest. "And you were trying to make me want you too, weren't you?" She pulled her head back and spit in Daisy's face, then leaned closer again. "You are a worthless piece of human meat." She pulled the syringes out and walked across the room, set them down on a table. Daisy trembled, unsure of what to expect next. She felt warmth spreading through her body now, down her arms and legs, up her neck. Kira leaned against the table and folded her arms. Then, she started swaying back and forth. No, it wasn't Kira, it was the room. Daisy felt hands moving and her arms dropped to her side - they'd taken off the straps. She stood up, felt dizzy, took a step forward. Kira stood watching, quiet and still. The guards began mumbling. Or speaking in a foreign language. Daisy turned her head to look at them but instead of the two guards, she saw two goats. They were standing upright, making noises to each other. Daisy took another step and stumbled. She tried to reach out her hand but it wouldn't respond. Someone caught her and steadied her. She looked and saw it was Kira. But she was naked now, her crotch, a big bush of thick black hair, her breasts huge and sagging halfway down her chest. Daisy felt something on her arm and brushed it away. It came back. She turned her head and saw a spider. She gave a yelp and slapped her arm. But there were more, she felt them now on both of her arms. And crawling up and down her body. She ripped at her dress, pulling it off, tearing it. The things were everywhere now, she swiped and clawed at her arms and legs and belly, slapping and scratching, panic driving her. She fell to the floor, rolling on the tiles, starting to beg now. The things were under her skin, inside her, crawling across her face, up her nose, over her eyes and deep inside her cunt. From far away, she felt pain, someone was pulling her up by her hair, dragging her. She felt curly pubic hair scratching her lips and nose and smelled cunt. She opened her mouth and started licking and sucking wildly, a maniac trying to escape into this dense forest. She mashed her face into Kira's crotch, her fingers opening the swollen lips, sucking the clit, then pushing her tongue deep into the woman's body. Still, the things were coming at her. She slid her body closer, wrapped her knees around Kira's legs, her body wildly humping, her crotch grinding against Kira's shin. The things were swarming, she wrapped one arm around Kira's ass, pulling her closer, her other arm scratching and clawing at her own flesh, the bugs never letting up. The room started getting dark now and Daisy felt herself plunged deeper into fear, the things would get her, she wouldn't seem them coming. Her eyes were wide open but she couldn't see anything, she'd gone blind. She ground her face harder into Kira's crotch, the only place she felt safe, licking and sucking, pressed so hard she couldn't breathe but she didn't care, she had to get away from the things. From somewhere far off, she heard laughing, then felt something hard being pushed up into her body. She didn't know if it was her ass or her cunt but she started humping backward at it, moaning now and moving faster. Whatever was inside her got bigger and bigger, penetrated deeper, started fucking her. She came and came again, her body convulsing against Kira's, her face pulling away while she gasped for air, the pushed deep into Kira's crotch again, over and over, while the tiny things kept crawling over every inch of her body. She was going insane now, she couldn't think of anything, her body just a huge thing of tongue and lips seeking safety between Kira's pussy lips. She was crying, her free hand scratching at her own cunt hard and fast, trying to get those things, those tiny, crawly things, off of her body. Finally, she felt a flood of hot juice squirting into her mouth and opened up and swallowed it, the rest of it dripped down her body and splashed on the floor. She felt a gushing in her own cunt, felt like her insides were pouring out between her legs, whatever was inside of her was yanked out, then she was jerked upward, dragged across the floor, stood up, strapped back onto the T, legs apart, arms open wide. She was blubbering, begging for a cunt to eat, begging for someone to "get these things off of me, get them off!!" They left her there for another hour, screaming and struggling against the straps, until the drugs finally wore off and she fell asleep.
A BAD DAY CONTINUES (Part 2) Lauren wiped her lips and stood up. "Wasn't that nice?" she asked. Peter grunted but she saw he was looking past her, his eyes locked on Ruiz. Lauren realized with a quick shudder that the blowjob probably hadn't fully satisfied him. He was still on fire. Ruiz hung moaning and dripping sweat, the marks up and down her body starting to swell, the pink stripes darkening to bright red. She no longer tried to shift her weight back and forth between the ass hook and her shoulders, she just hung in the air in an awkward pose, head slightly forward, ass slightly higher than her hips. "Peter? Can we at least let her down?" Lauren asked. Peter nodded dumbly, still unable to focus. His mind was still completely fogged by testosterone and frustration. The whipping he'd given Ruiz and the blowjob from Lauren hadn't done much more than push his arousal up a notch or two. Lauren pressed the buttons and the first winch slowly lowered Ruiz's ass, the hook sliding out of her and hanging between her legs. Lauren held it and pushed the UP button, watched it travel back toward the ceiling of the garage. Then, she lowered the Beam until Ruiz's feet touched the floor. Lauren undid the five-foot spreader bar that held Ruiz's legs open. The relief was intense and she heard Ruiz moaning, "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..." Then, she pressed the button one last time and lowered the other woman all the way to the floor. She untied her wrists, elbows, and shoulders from the Beam and winched it back to the ceiling. Ruiz didn't move, she just lay where she'd fallen as her bonds were removed. Peter had been watching the whole time, his mouth slightly open, breathing heavy. His six-foot-two body was still shiny with sweat, his tanned, solidly muscled frame dominated the entire space of the three-car garage. Lauren had pulled the black satin boxers back up around his waist, but the bulge underneath was clearly visible. "Ruiz, get over here," Peter growled. Ruiz weakly lifted her head. Every muscle in her body ached, every inch of her flesh was on fire, her insides sore from the ass hook. Peter was giving her everything she wanted but she needed more. If her body could keep up with what her mind was craving, she'd be cumming again soon. He was amazing, he was an animal, he was insatiable. She'd found what she wanted. "Now," Peter barked. Ruiz tried to stand but her legs wouldn't support her. She reached an arm forward and started crawling the ten feet that would get her to Peter. He watched her crawl a few feet then a smile came across his face. She wasn't crawling because she wanted to. She was crawling because she had to. "Stand up, Ruiz." "Yes, Sir," she whispered. She leaned back on her heels, planted her palms on the floor and tried to push herself up but it was no use. She fell sideways and rolled on her back. She turned over and tried again, got to a crouching position but fell back to her knees. Her belly and thigh muscles were shaking from the effort, she had to open her legs wider to quiet the pain in her ass and insides. Lauren took a step forward but Peter gave her such a withering look she shrank back and froze. "Peter, maybe..." "Get up!" he barked. Ruiz rocked forward and, with a superhuman effort and a loud grunt, forced herself to her feet. She stood in place, swaying for several seconds, then put her right foot forward, tentatively taking a first step. She raised her arms, struggling to keep her balance, while Peter stood immobile, watching her try to satisfy his command. "You need help," he said. Turning to Lauren, he repeated it. "I think she needs help." He pointed to the ceiling again, his eyes fixed on Ruiz's. "Should I get the ass hook?" She shook her head. "No, Sir." He reached for the control box. "Maybe the other hooks. For your nipple rings? Remember?" She shook her head vigorously now and muttered, "No, Sir! No, Sir" and lurched forward toward him, staggering like a drunk. Lauren watched the scene. She never understood Ruiz, how she could keep pushing Peter to take her further and further into the world of pain. Even now, when Ruiz could barely walk, Lauren saw the gleam in her eye, could almost hear her asking Peter, "what's next?" She felt her own cunt getting wet and tried to think about things to take her mind of the scene in front of her. While she didn't want to be Ruiz, she enjoyed watching as much as Peter enjoyed doing. But she had to keep her head on straight, she was the one who would step in if Peter went too far. Peter walked around Ruiz once, twice, looking at her body and muttering something. Ruiz stood with her arms at her sides, feet shoulder width apart, doing her best not to sway or fall over. Just his looking at her turned her on, she felt her cunt getting wet again and wished he would get on with it. She knew he was just barely controlling himself, she'd lived with the two of them long enough to know his signals. This was by far the closest she'd seen him come to falling completely into a pure animal state and going crazy on her. The excitement was incredible and she wanted to find a way to push him over the edge. But she knew it was risky. If she said the wrong thing, the session might be over, he never accepted ideas from her during a session, but between sessions, he devoured them, filing them in his memory and bringing them back to use on her later. The ass hook had been completely her idea but the Beam had been his. The combination was hers. They kept pushing each other in a spiraling dance of pain. She pictured herself there, just a few minutes ago and felt another rush of heat between her legs. Then, she though back to their session in the other room. Her on the bench, him with the cane in his hand, swatting slowly then quickly, hitting the same spot over and over until she flinched and then he punished her for that. The backs of her legs and her ass were already wracked with pain before he'd put her on the Beam. The fact she was standing right now defied all the laws of logic. "Arms over your head." Ruiz felt her stomach twist, her cunt twitch, her eyes rolled back with arousal. Yes, yes. Slowly painfully, she raised her arms until they were straight above her head. "Fingertips extended." She complied. "On your toes." She tried, swayed, fell. Peter nodded to Lauren who helped her back into position. this time, Ruiz was above to rise on the balls of her feet and kept her balance. "Don't move. I'm going to punch you. Do you think you can stay still when I punch you?" Ruiz nearly came from just hearing the threat. Nobody had ever crossed that line before but she'd craved it. A completely new sensation, nothing like she'd ever felt before. Her legs trembled and she moaned. "Does that turn you on? Your fucking sick bitch." Peter pushed his fingers between her legs, felt her soaking wet cunt and slid three fingers inside her. She bucked hard against him and came quickly. He kept going and she doubled over, arms around him, licking his sweaty chest, tongue circling his nipple. She came over and over while he pushed another finger then half of his thumb up inside her. When he got tired of it, he pushed her to the floor. "Sick fucking pig," he said, wiping her saliva off with the back of his hand. He nudged her with his toe. "Stay out here." He turned to Lauren. "Let's go get some dinner. I'm bored with this."
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 07 Daisy gets a day off but spends it in a very special chair. [Day 4 (Tuesday)] Daisy rolled over. The room was quiet, the bed soft and warm. The sun was streaming through the curtains, a bright white stripe ran across the bed and made a diagonal line up the opposite wall. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she swept the room. Closet. Dresser. Full length mirror. And a figure. Donna. She was sitting in the armchair in the corner, shrouded in shadow but easy enough to recognize. Donna scared Daisy. All she seemed to know was how to cause pain. Daisy recalled when she first met Donna just four days ago - she thought she was a man with her flat chest, short hair, and "jeans and t-shirt" look. This time, she was dressed in a dark gray business suit, her hair slicked back, her shoes shiny leather with spiked heels. She was holding a knife. "Ah, you're awake." Donna leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, the long blade of the knife dangling toward the floor now. "Come here, you little pig." Daisy pushed back the covers and approached her. "On your knees." Daisy knelt. "Offer me your throat." Daisy trembled. She leaned her head back, stretching her neck until it hurt. It was long and thin in the semi-dark room and very, very white. She felt the cool tip of the knife against her chin. She held her breath, dug her nails into her palms, tried to stay calm. The blade slid slowly along her skin, Donna stopping every few inches to press it in and hold it. Daisy was terrified, frozen solid, unsure exactly how crazy this woman was. It excited her, the feeling of being totally at Donna's mercy. "I hear you spent some time with Edward last night," Donna purred. Daisy was afraid to answer, afraid to move. "I love Edward. He understands pain." She slid the knife down between Daisy's breasts. "I followed his case in the newspapers." She lifted the knife from Daisy's flesh, lowered it between her legs. Daisy felt the handle of the knife pushing hard against her cunt lips. Donna slid it back and forth and Daisy's body started to respond. She moaned and started humping slowly, greedily. "Fucking pig," Donna laughed. "Fucking painslut pig." She stood up. "Come on, Peter wants to see you." Daisy shook herself, trying to clear her head. She was so turned on she could barely think. Her legs trembled as she followed Donna down the hallway toward the kitchen. Peter was standing at the stove cooking breakfast. Bill and David were sitting at the table, sipping coffee and reading magazines. Donna took a seat next to Bill. "You've got today off," he announced. Daisy looked at him, puzzled. "Sit down, grab some coffee." Daisy stood still, staring. "And put on some clothes." She looked own at herself and saw she was naked. She was naked so often, she no longer noticed. Bill stared at her and shook his head. To her complete shock, she blushed. Blushing was more painfully humiliating than she could imagine and she ran down the hall to her room. When she came back, wrapped in a long, light blue robe, Peter invited her to sit. Bill brought her coffee and orange juice and Peter put a plate of ham, eggs and toast in front of her. Daisy stared at it. What were they expecting? Was there something in it? Would they make her eat it with her fingers? With no hands at all? She saw herself leaning forward, pushing her face into the plate, lapping up the eggs, chewing on the ham while they watched and laughed. She felt her cunt getting wet. She imagined them pushing her even further, mashing up the food and spilling it on the floor, pushing her to her knees, pushing her face to the ground, making her lick the food off the tiles. She slid her hand between her legs and started touching her cunt. She remembered Peter while they were in Las Vegas. He'd made her eat a meal then shoved his cock so far down her throat that all of the meal came back up. She closed her eyes and pictured herself on her knees, his cock plunging deep into her mouth, heard herself gagging and felt the sensations in her stomach and neck, all the time rubbing her cunt faster, bucking in the chair now, fucking herself to the obscene, degrading scenes she was imagining. "Daisy!" Peter barked. Her hand froze and she opened her eyes. They were all staring at her. "Eat," he said calmly, handing her a fork. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She wasn't very hungry. She'd eaten so little the last few days her body had adjusted. She took a few forkfuls of egg and a sip of coffee than told him she was full. He just nodded and finished his meal while she sat and watched. When everyone finished eating, they brought Daisy into one of the play rooms. "Today is a day off for you," Peter repeated. "You are just going to sit here and relax." He motioned to a high-backed wooden chair, the only piece of furniture in the room. Daisy sat, puzzled, not knowing what to expect. She looked from Donna to Bill to Peter to David but nobody gave her any indication of what was to come. For some reason, that scared her more than what she'd been through earlier with Donna. "Sit up straight," Peter said. Daisy lifted her shoulders, straightened her back. He raised a hand and she braced for a blow across her chest. She was still aroused from her fantasy at breakfast and looked forward to any kind of contact. But Peter just stroked her cheek gently. She leaned into his hand. "David, could you bring in the rest of the rig?" Peter asked. "Sure," David said. He left but came back quickly pushing a cart. Peter opened the front of the cart and started metal stands and brackets and other gear. Daisy sat still as Peter set up the equipment around her. She watched with growing anticipation as he added more and more pieces to the contraption. When he was finished, she understood its purpose almost immediately. It was a diabolical kind of free-standing cage. Flat strips of metal hovered over nearly every inch of her body. Up and down the fronts, back, and sides of her arms and legs, across her chest, up her neck and around her head. The insides of these strips were dotted with small, dull spikes every few inches. If she relaxed her spine or let her arms or legs move more than a few centimeters in any direction, she would press against those nubs. She would have to sit perfectly still, spine erect, chest pushed forward, to not scrape against them. Still, though, it would be uncomfortable but not really painful. Peter went back to the cart and took a triangular wooden wedge out of a drawer. He motioned to Donna and David who moved in and raised Daisy's bottom slightly off of the seat. Peter slid the wood between her thighs, pushing it until it was directly underneath her. When Donna and David set her back down, she felt it right away - they'd effectively put her on a smaller version of the famous wooden pony. Peter adjusted some of the metal strips to accommodate her new position. Daisy could already feel the discomfort in the tender flesh between her two holes. Peter took more devices out of the cart and rigged a water bottle in place in front of her, a nozzle just an inch from her mouth. If she leaned forward and pushed her tongue into the tube, she could get a drink anytime she needed it. He had her try it once or twice, adjusting it so it was in easy reach. "You're going to be here for quite a while," Peter said, "so try and get comfortable." He took a bucket from the cart and put it underneath the chair. "And you're probably going to need this eventually." Donna leaned forward and smiled at Daisy. "A day off. How nice." Daisy felt the pain between her legs and tightened her thighs, lifting her up just hand an inch or so, enough to relieve the pain for a few seconds. She couldn't hold it for long, though, and settled back down on the tip of the wooden wedge. "Well, there. That isn't so bad is it?" Peter asked. "No, Sir," Daisy said. "Good. Just one last thing then." He took a black box out of the bottom of the cart. Three wires hung from the box, two in front, one behind. Daisy recognized it immediately and began to beg. "Sir, no, please, no..." She started to shake and felt her chest contract as the fear spread through her. She was taking short, quick breaths and tried to calm herself down. Peter attached the two electrical leads to the base of the cage then plugged the third wire into the wall socket. She heard a hum and saw a red light flashing on top of the box. Peter set the box on the floor directly in front of her. "There we go, all set now." He nudged it with his foot. "Can you see it OK?" "Y...yes, Sir," she stammered, eyes wide, mouth trembling. She watched the red light blinking, counted the slow flashes. One. Two. Three. "Well, I think we can all go about our day now, don't you?" Peter asked. Bill nodded and the four of them got up to leave the room. "Please, please, Sir, you can't leave me here like this, please, oh please, Sir..." Daisy begged. Peter ignored her. When everyone else was gone, he flicked off the light and left, pulling the door closed behind him. Daisy was engulfed in complete darkness, the red blinking light the only thing keeping her company. -- The lights flooded the room and Daisy squinted and lowered her head. "No!" she thought and she tried to stop herself. Too late. Her chin touched the nearest electrode and she jerked back, her upper arms moving now, skin contacting more of the little probes, the shocks traveling through her body while she tried to will herself to freeze but the pain shot through her and she squirmed, opening her knees, the outsides of her legs getting shocked now, then her calves as she moved around, trying to find the exact location where she wasn't touching any part of the cage. It took only several seconds, but it was an eternity of pain for her. She sobbed and shook, trying desperately to catch her breath which came in short, quick gasps. "How is she doing?" Daisy heard the Doctor's voice ask. "I've been watching on the infrared," Donna answered. "She's tough, this one. She can take a lot more current if you like." Daisy heard the eager edge to Donna's voice, knew it was exciting her to even contemplate pushing up the voltage. "You're sick, just like Peter said," Doctor G sneered. "No, this is just fine." He leaned over and looked at Daisy. "How are you? Can you hear me? Do you know what I'm saying?" "Yes, Sir," Daisy replied. "She can still answer," the Doctor said, amused. "I don't know where Peter finds them." He looked at Donna, then at Daisy again. "I wonder how long this one will last." He reached between Daisy's back and the back of the chair and pushed her forward, pressing her chest hard into the cage. Daisy screamed and twisted, trying to get away, the current biting hard at her titties. Her arms went up then and she felt the shocks up and down from her wrists to her shoulders then her legs started moving too until every part of her was twitching and then everything went black. -- Donna was slapping her face when she woke. "There, that's better." Daisy blinked and saw her evil smile through wet eyes. Donna stepped back and swung the four metal strips that had been covering her face back into place. "You can turn the current back on, Doctor," Donna said. Daisy immediately felt up and down her body, making sure nothing was touching any of the studs. She saw the red light start blinking again but there was no pain. She was safe for now. "So, you're saying you'll pay me to do that?" Donna asked. Daisy wondered what she'd missed when she was passed out. "Look, Peter seems to have some attachment to this thing and I can't afford to have his sentimentality interfering with my treatment." Doctor G took a notebook out of his pocket and wrote something down. He showed it to Donna. Donna's face broke into a grin. She looked at Daisy, her eyes roaming from her ankles to her crotch to her belly to her face. "I'll have this animal broken by the end of the week." She looked at Daisy's chest again and smiled. "Peter may be able to find them, but in the end, I'm the one who has to break them." She leaned closer to Daisy. "Isn't that right, you freak?" Daisy trembled, "y..es, Mistress." "And not a word of this to Peter. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Daisy promised. "Do you understand?" Donna repeated, louder this time. "Yes, Mistress." "You are mine, you worthless piece of meat. We've already done the paperwork. Nobody is expecting you to come home. You thought this was a two week vacation. You were wrong. This is your new life. Welcome to it." "She won't last," the Doctor said, staring at Daisy like an animal in a cage. "They never do," Donna said. She turned to the Doctor. "Is that a problem?" He shook his head. "Cost of doing business." They turned off the lights and left her in the darkness again. Daisy sat as still as she could. Her mind was racing. What did Donna mean that nobody was expecting her to come home? Donna didn't even know her, Peter had set up the whole trip. Hadn't he? Her head spun. She was getting tired of sitting, her body restless, muscles aching. She let her leg drift to the side and bit her lip as the shock jolted her. She slumped slightly and her shoulders and chest were shocked. She kept moving in and out of balance, small shocks keeping her on edge. The wooden wedge between her legs was agony. She moved forward and back when she could but always at the risk of another jolt of electricity. Sometime in the early afternoon, she let go of the load in her bladder, feeling it spread warm and wet along the undersides of her legs and drip off the back of the chair. After several hours, she couldn't take it anymore and started screaming insanely, pushing her arms and legs against the electrodes, feeling the pain course through her body, screaming again long and loud, pressing her titties against the metal strips, even sticking out her tongue, then opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around one of the small studs. She jerked her crotch back and forth on the wedge, felt the sensations between her legs, tried to make herself cum, screamed louder with frustration that she couldn't. Donna opened the door slowly and turned on the light, stood and stared with a satisfied look on her face. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Daisy screamed, still grinding and humping at the wedge, still pressing her flesh into the metal that was shooting current into her body. "Magnificent animal," Donna taunted. She reached her hand between Daisy's legs and Daisy humped hard and fast, shrieking as she came and pushed her body harder against the metal. Donna knelt on the floor in front of Daisy and stared into her eyes. "Beg." Daisy knew immediately what she wanted. "Turn it up, please, Mistress, turn it up, turn...ARRGHHHH!!!!" Donna turned the knob and pushed her fingers harder against Daisy's cunt. She came again, screaming wildly and jerking against the metal. She was drooling and snot was running down her face, her body tense and arched, face pressed hard against the studs there too. The Doctor came into the room and took the control box from Donna, turned the power off. Daisy collapsed against the cage, soaked in sweat and completely limp. She was muttering and crying, her hips still humping the wedge, lips trembling and flecked with foam. Tears ran down her face. "Remove the wedge," the Doctor told Donna. She slid her hand between Daisy's legs and started to slide the wedge forward. She stopped halfway and started lifting the end up. Daisy screamed as the pain shot through her crotch and up into her back and belly. Donna lifted it higher and higher, Daisy's ass came up off the seat but her legs had no strength to hold her. Finally, Donna jerked the wood away and Daisy fell back to the chair, moaning and shaking. "Let her rest," the Doctor said. Donna snapped at him. "Fuck you, this is my show." She flipped the current back on and Daisy jerked, scrambling frantically to get back into her neutral position. "See? She's fine," Donna said. Doctor G looked at Daisy. She was a complete wreck but he couldn't resist letting his eyes feast on her firm, tanned, sweat-soaked flesh. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" Donna taunted. The Doctor didn't answer. Donna pressed her hand against his crotch. "You've got a hard on. Not the professional research you try to pretend you are, hm?" she laughed. Doctor G whispered, "fuck you," and walked back out the door. Donna leaned toward Daisy. "Men like little whores like you," she said. "Luck for them, there's women like me to keep you in your place." She got up and followed him back into the corridor, pulling the door closed. Daisy was alone in the dark with the red light again.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 06 Daisy is given to the third prisoner who uses hot peppers. [Day 3 (Monday) - evening] Daisy opened her eyes but everything was still black. She blinked, squeezed them shut, opened them again. "The effect on the optic nerve lasts a bit longer than the rest." Daisy shuddered. The drug Kira used on her had unnerved her, it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The blindness was frightening but it was nothing like the other sensations she'd experienced. At least they were gone. "Your eyes will be back to normal in another hour or so." Daisy didn't recognize the man's voice. "That gives me plenty of time with you. And I don't even have to blindfold you." She felt a hand on the inside of her right thigh. It slid slowly between her knee and her crotch, just grazing the surface of her flesh. She tried to move her arm, felt the leather straps at her wrists and elbows. "Shhh...just relax." His hand slapped the inside of her thigh hard. She tried to move but felt straps at her knees and ankles too. "There's no point struggling. You may as well just lay back and try to relax." He slapped her again, harder this time. "You won't need your sight for what I want." She felt his hand cupping her cunt, his fingers gently probing. "In fact, it's probably better that you don't see what's going to happen to you." He removed his hand and Daisy was lost in the darkness again. She heard him moving around, heard a paper bag open. "Now, let's see," the voice said. She felt something rubbing along the inside of her right leg. It felt slightly cool and oily and damp. "Nice, isn't it?" She closed her eyes and let him touch her. It felt nice. Her body was exhausted from four days of non-stop abuse. She let herself relax. Maybe he was a rapist. A serial rapist with no twisted kinks, no sadistic tendencies, no sociopath behaviors, just a nice, old-fashioned rapist. Whatever he was touching her with moved up to her cunt lips. She felt it gliding over her clitoris and a rush of arousal sent a shudder through her. She raised her hips, pressed hard against it. "I've been in here for seven years now," he said softly. She felt a mouth closing around her right nipple, lips wet and gentle. Her body responded, nipples stiffening, cunt getting more and more wet. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me." "My name is Edward, dear. Do you want to know why they locked me up?" Daisy ground her hips against the cushion, opened herself up as much as she could with her body retrained the way it was. "Fuck me, Edward, please fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over. He pushed something up inside her. It was firm and small and slid inside easily. She felt something pressing against her clit again. "They say they're never going to let me out." He pressed another one into her body, she moaned louder. He rubbed her clitoris and sucked harder at her nipple. She started to shake as she got closer to cumming. "I think your body is going to be able to take it. None of the other bodies could take it," he said in a cold voice. She was trembling, starting to feel afraid but too distracted by the orgasm that was building up inside her. "What did you do?" she murmured, squirming, grinding her hips. "What did you do?" "Can I put another one up inside you?" he purred. "Tell me I can put another one inside you." "What...are they?" His voice was even colder, more distant. "Just beg me for another one. Now." She felt something at the mouth of her cunt and came, jerking and humping, moaning loud, begging, "yes, yes, put more of them into me, more, more...fill up my pussy..." The muscles of her legs, arms, and neck all strained as she came and came. She felt him pushing something deep inside her, then heard his voice from far away say, "get ready, get ready, get ready..." then something else was entering her, something long and hard and then he started twisting it and her insides exploded with pain and she was screaming, her body tense, eyes squeezed hard, unable to breathe, screaming now, hoarse, but still screaming as the fire spread through her cunt and her lower belly and everything was hot white hot heat until she passed out. --- "Daisy." She heard the cold, commanding voice and turned her head. Her sight was returning slowly. She could make out his shadow but not his face. "That's better. Now, you're going to suck my cock, then we're going to do it all again." He touched her belly. "It's terrible, isn't it?" She nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, horrible..." He stroked the side of her face with his hand. Daisy whimpered and cried. Her insides were still burning but it was bearable now. "I'm not done with you," he promised. She saw his cock in front of her face and opened her mouth. He pushed deep into her mouth, into her throat, fucking her face slow and deep, gagging her. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw the metal table behind him, an open brown paper bag laying on its side. Next to the bag, there was a pile of green jalapenos. And a small wooden spoon, coated with mashed pepper and seeds. As he fucked her face, she realized what had happened, why she'd passed out. He'd pushed four of the peppers up inside her, then smashed them with the spoon. She gagged on his cock, terrified, knowing he was going to do it again. "You seem distracted, dear," Edward said. "You've been looking at my peppers, haven't you?" He pressed his hand against the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, holding her there. He pinched her nose shut with his other hand. She couldn't breathe and started to struggle but there was no give in any of the straps. "That's all they will let me use on you, though I keep asking for more." He pumped her head up and down, his cock fucking her throat. "It still gives me a rush, but not the same as before. As before they caught me." She started seeing spots in front of her eyes and panic spread through her. "I guess that's the price I have to pay." He jerked his cock out of her mouth and let go of her nose at the same time. She gasped for air and watched him walk around the platform again. He undid the straps that held her and then helped her into a sitting position. "Stand up." She edged off the cot and stood on the floor, holding the edge of the cot for balance. Edward stepped a few feet back and looked at her. "Fucked out little tramp," he said with a sneer. "Still, though, a lot fucking sexier than some of the women I've had." He picked up one of the peppers and handed it to her. "You're going to learn how to give a man a real good ride." She held the pepper in her hand, nervous and anxious. "Lean over here and get my cock nice and hard and wet." Daisy bent over and took his half-stiff cock in her mouth. She sucked it until it was stiff, coated it with spit then looked up at him. He was smiling, a sick, twisted smile that made her recoil. "Turn around." She did and he pushed his cock deep into her ass with a single stroke. "Good. Now, start fucking me." She began to hump backward at his cock, feeling it slide in and out of her ass. It felt nice compared to everything she'd been through so far. "Not bad for a little ass whore like you. But, we need to make it a little more interesting. I want you to split the pepper open with your thumbs." Puzzled but obedient, Daisy pushed her thumbs into the pepper, feeling it split open. A few seeds dropped to the floor. Edward's fucking slowed, he stood still, half-impaling her on his cock. "Turn it inside out." Daisy's fingers trembled as she started turning the pepper in her hand, more seeds falling onto the floor, some sticking to her fingers. He slid into her deep again, slow, then pulled halfway out and stayed still. "Now, push it up into your cunt." "No...no," she moaned. He couldn't be serious, she thought, but then she shook her head. Of course he was serious, he'd just done the same thing to her, why wouldn't he do it again? But to expect her to do it to herself? No, he was crazy. "Are you waiting for something?" he taunted. He grabbed her throat with his hand, squeezed hard, pulled her backward. He shoved his cock into her ass hard again, heard her grunt. "Do it, or I'll do it for you. And I have a whole bag of these." Daisy began to cry but started moving her hand toward her crotch. She was an inch away from her cunt when she shook her head and cried, "no, I can't" and dropped the peppers on the ground. Edward laughed, pulled his cock out of her ass, and pushed her back on the bed. "Get on your back, bitch!" Daisy rolled on her side and squeezed her legs together, muttering "no, no, no..." Edward stared at her, angry, hate raging in his eyes. "Open your legs!" Daisy curled up even more, arms wrapped around her knees now. "Doc! Doc!" he screamed. The door burst open and Dr. G stormed in. He grabbed Daisy by the wrists and leaned into her face. "Do you know what you are doing here? Do you know that you are fucking with my grant money? I can't afford to have a little whore like you fucking up my research!" He let go and slapped her, back and forth, over and over. " You are not in any position to say no to any of these patients, do you understand?" Daisy nodded, sobbing, "yes, yes, I'm sorry, doctor, yes..." Dr. G took her face in his hands and pulled her close. "Do you realize that with just one or two treatments, I could completely reduce you to a mindless vegetable? You would be nothing but a toy for these perverts? For these deviates? A drooling, cumming, mass of pussy and pain? Do you realize that?" Daisy nodded and begged for another chance. "Peter and Bill have already signed papers. It is my decision, do you understand? My decision. This program must go on. And you will not stop it, you will not stop me, you will not stand in the way of my success!" He pulled her up, spun around and threw her to the floor. He ran his arm over the table and swiped the half-dozen peppers onto the ground. "Get them!" he barked. "I want to see them opened and up inside your filthy cunt hole in sixty seconds! Now! Do It!!" Daisy scrambled and grabbed the first pepper, split it and tried to push it up inside but couldn't. The fear was too much for her. She got to her knees in front of him and begged, "I can't, I can't, I can't..." Dr. G waved a hand and four big interns stormed into the room, followed by Peter and David. Daisy's eyes pleaded with Peter but his face was emotionless. The interns carried her to the bed and held her legs open. Peter walked around the other side of the bed and pressed her shoulders flat. He leaned forward and said gently, "stop it. This is why you're here, this is why I brought you here. This is the only reason I wanted you here. This is what you do, don't you understand? This is what you are for." She cried and looked at him. "Only for you, only for...ARGHHH!" Edward pushed his fingers deep inside her, grinding the pulpy insides of the pepper into her open pussy. She struggled and squirmed as he ground all six of them, one after the other, up into her cunt. Her eyes locked on Peter's, her mouth repeating her mantra, "only for you, only for you..." until finally she passed out from the pain. --- Daisy drifted awake and heard Peter talking with the doctor. They were talking about the grant money. They were talking about the foundation. About the risks they were taking. About her. Peter was sure she would go through with anything he told her to. She was completely obedient to him. Bill reassured the doctor. He'd been monitoring everything since her arrival, the trip up north, the glory holes, the constant fucking and abuse, her eagerness to go further and further. Then, she heard Peter talking about her and laughing. "There's nothing she won't do if I tell her to. She's just an animal, a cunt, she's barely even human." She felt her stomach twist. "You keep paying me and I'll keep her on her back taking whatever they can dish out. Believe me, I don't care as along as I get paid." He was talking about her like a piece of property, an animal he owned and was offering to the doctor for his experiments. And he was doing it all for money. Dr G raised concerns about her ability to go on, but Peter said it wasn't his concern. He was certain she could take it. And if not, he would find someone else. She felt lower than ever now, less than a dog, less than a pet. And she started crying because she realized it turned her on. Her pussy was aching to be touched, her nipples stiff and hard. She put her hand between her legs and started masturbating. She heard Peter from far off telling the doctor and Bill to look at her, to watch her, and she fingered herself harder and faster, pushing her fingers into her cunt, mashing the jalapenos, scooping them out and smearing them on her cunt lips, then pushing globs of the green gunk into her mouth and ass, all of her holes on fire now. She came and came while they watched and talked and laughed.
WARNING: this story contains pain and bestiality which are not everyone's thing. It also contains very harsh treatment of a pain slut, so read at your own risk. If you don't like that kind of thing, please don't read it then post "wow, this is sick!" I'm warning you in advance. ================================================================= NOTE: Due to too many storylines going on at the same time, I am going to split the "daisy" story off from the "punana" story. Here's the map: Daisy modified (no chapter mark) is all punana Daisy modified ch 2: is all punana Daisy modified ch 3: introduces RL Daisy and includes a few scenes with punana Daisy modified ch 4: picks up RL Daisy's story and gives a last glimpse of punana then they split: Daisy modified ch 5 and forward will feature RL Daisy only Daisy/punana ch 5 and forward will continue the punana story line. Thanks for your votes, ratings, and email. Enjoy the story. D ================================================================= To the readers: One more thing you should know before you read this chapter is that it was written by none other than punana herself. The woman who inspired the stories has been masturbating to them quite regularly while going about her normal, everyday life. I hope that you think about that while reading these stories and that it turns you on, knowing she's really out there, playing with herself while she reads about her alter-ego, punana. To punana: I hope that my exposing you to the world like this makes you feel even more naked and exposed, more completely a slave to your obsessions, more completely our toy, more thoroughly humiliated, more completely owned by my words. To all: Enjoy D ================================================================= When punana regained consciousness, it was strapped to a frame bent at the hips; its legs upright but spread wide, its body parallel to the floor with its huge tits hanging down from its chest like cows udders. its head was pulled back by fine chain running down from the ceiling to a large ring which pierced its septum. Unable to move its head more than an inch or so from side to side, punana looked around as best it could. it was in a small, grey concrete featureless room but with a large window opposite where punana could see people outside, going about their normal business. punana’s feet where on uneven levels and it found that they were strapped to pedals which rotated with some resistance when it pushed against them. As it became more aware, it realised the there were suction cups attached to each of its fat nipples and that there was an intravenous line in its left arm and a tight clamps on its clit. punana began to shout and scream, trying to attract someone’s attention, but the people it could see outside the window completely ignored it. “They can’t hear you,” came a man’s voice from somewhere behind punana. “The window is triple glazed and is made of mirrored glass so you can see out but no-one can see in,” continued the man as he walked round to stand in front of punana. “Welcome to your new life,” continued the man with a cold smile on his face. “you have been sold and this is your new existence. Let me explain a few things, but won’t worry if you don’t take it all in; you’ll have plenty of time to pick it up,” he laughed. “you will be a multi purpose slave, those big titties of yours will be milked three times a day; maybe you’ve noticed the suction cups on your nipples. you may also have found the pedals under your feet. you will pedal when told to and you will not stop until told. If you do stop or slow down, this happens…” The man clicked his fingers and an excruciating jolt of electricity shot through punana’s body from the clamp on its clit. it screamed in abject agony. “If you don’t want to feel that, you keep pedalling! Oh, by the way, it will generate the electricity to power the milking machine… and to shock your fat clit. All very green,” he continued with a laugh. “There’s an intravenous line in your arm that will keep you hydrated and nourished, so we won’t have to waste time feeding you. And the fluid is dosed with hormones to make those udders produce milk.” The man moved closer and patted punana on its head, like it was a pet animal. “Men will visit you to fuck your mouth and ass; no-one will want to use your big fat cunt. That’s reserved for horses which will be brought in to mount you so that their semen can be collected for breeding purposes. Oh, and women will use your mouth as well. Now, start pedalling!” And he left the room leaving it to its labour. punana worked for what seemed like an eternity but was, in fact, four hours before a voice came over a speaker, “Rest.” its muscles were burning in agony and sweat poured from its pores but it dared not stop until told, fearing another jolt of electricity. The rest period was cruelly short, just 15 minutes, before the voice came over the speaker, “Start pedalling!” and punana forced its aching muscles into action again. Part way through this work session, the milking machine kicked in; sucking painfully on punana’s udders – dry as the hormones had not yet had any affect. The pain in its udders and legs brought tears to punana’s eyes. This was now the pattern of punana’s life; work, brief rest, more work, milking, and so on. It was the worst kind of torture for punana; an endless living hell. The only respite came when it was used sexually; it was allowed to stop pedalling at these times. Men would enter the room; fuck it in the mouth or in the ass and leave, usually without saying a word. Some days there could be as many as twelve men use it, on other days there would be none. Women would pull up a high chair and sit with their legs spread for punana to lick and suck their pussies. Occasionally, punana would hear the door open and with a loud clopping sound, a horse would be led in and allowed to mount punana , fucking its slack cunt. When the horse had come and had pulled out, the horse cum gushed from punana’s cunt to be caught in a jar and used for artificial insemination. Day after day, week after week and month after month, punana laboured, produced milk and was fucked. All the time it stared out at the world outside, knowing that it was condemned to this torture for the rest of its miserable life. So many times it wondered how an intelligent woman as it had been in its previous life had allowed itself to become a thing, worse than an animal; a nothing! punana longed for Master to come and take it away from this terrible existence; even Tiffany and the Doctor where preferable to this. But Master never came. it cried!
My descent continues. I will try to be thorough but please feel free to email me if you want me to know any more details than I've given below. I knew there were crack whores in the city. Every so often, the television would tell a story about them. I didn't know what their life was like until Mr. A hooked me up with one of them for the weekend. Her name was Keesha and she belonged to a pimp named Diamond Doug. It was a stupid name and he knew it, laughed about it. A stupid-assed white man's name, he'd say, then laugh again. Mr. A delivered me himself, six o'clock Friday night. I shuddered as we drove into the neighborhood. Most of the businesses were abandoned. The ones that were open had thugs standing around outside, laughing with each other and drinking 40's from brown paper bags. They'd stare at us as we drove by, deadpan looks on their faces. There was garbage up and down the sidewalks and abandoned cars along the street. And hookers. Cartoonish hookers with hair piled high and skintight dresses, half of their asses exposed and nipples poking through thin tops. They glared at me as we drove past and I tried to sink lower into the front seat. The hotel we stopped at was more than a hundred years old, dark and dirty. Half of the windows were shattered, the other half boarded up. Mr. A spotted the pimp and pulled to the curb. I stepped out and he howled at me, "whoo-hoo, fine lookin' bitch". He felt my tits and ass, then turned to Mr. A and nodded. He held out his hand and accepted several hundred dollar bills, smiled and swept them slowly underneath his nose. "The sweet smell of hard-earned cash." He turned to me and said, "let's go." By then, Mr. A was back in the car and had already started pulling away. Diamond Doug walked me up four flights of stairs and down a dirty hallway. He knocked at a door with the number 43 on it. There was a low moan from inside and he opened the door. The room was completely empty except for an old black-and-white television set and a filthy twin-sized mattress. The room stank and I gagged. I couldn't tell what - sweat, cum, old rotten food, something else. And a horrible overlay of strawberry scented air freshener. I leaned against the door, weak with nausea. Diamond Doug motioned and I turned my head. The door to the bathroom was open. A haggard and emaciated woman was sitting on the toilet, dress pulled up around her waist, head lolling forward, legs tightly together. Doug called her name and she turned her head anxiously. "Did you bring me somethin', honey?" she muttered. She raised a claw-like hand with a small metal pipe and smiled at him, eyes desperate. "I'll be real nice to you if you did." Diamond Doug laughed and told her to get up off her ass and meet her new partner. She turned her head in a daze and spotted me. "Oh, no, fucking no, not again," she protested. "Not another fucking adventure seeking goddam white bitch cunt fucking fool piece of cock snatch!" She was standing now and walking toward me, weak and stumbling. The rage and hate in her eyes was intense, I could feel it burning through me and it scared me. Diamond Doug grabbed her wrist and yanked the pipe away from her. "If you play nice, you get nice, got it?" he said firmly. She backed down. I looked at her again. Her dress was still up around her hips, the material flimsy and caked with dirt and crud. She had a pussy full of wiry black hair, it covered most of her lower belly and inched down her thighs. And it was matted in spots with something crusty. I felt sick looking at her. "What you starin' at, bitch?" she barked. Diamond Doug laughed. "You guess, Keesha. You guess what the white bitch's starin' at. She's starin' at yo' snatch, ain't she?" I felt my face turning red. "I think the bitch's turned on, seein' a real woman with a real pussy." He turned to me. "Ain't you, bitch? Ain't you turned on seein' a real pussy? Show her yo' pussy, bitch." I pulled the tight dress up around my waist and pulled down my panties, showed her my cleanly shaven cunt. She spat on the floor. "You look like a fuckin' chile with that no-hair thing." She spit again, this time it spattered across my shoe. I heard someone knock on the door and Keesha answered, "yeah?" A tall man and one of the whores from the street walked in. I watched her, she was kissing him and her hand was down the front of his pants. Keesha shut the door behind them. The man looked at me and smiled. "This the one, Tanya?" The woman said "yeah, she the one." Without a word, he grabbed me and turned me around, pushed me down on my knees and slid my skirt up over my ass. I started to say something but looked at Diamond Doug and knew better. The man pulled down my panties and I heard him spit in his hand, rub his cock. Then, he rammed it hard up my ass and fucked me while the others watched. When he came, he got up and wiped his cock on my skirt, leaving a string of cum dripping down my leg. He threw a ten to Keesha who smiled. "Two more of those and I got me a fix," she said as she waved the bill in my face. The rest of the weekend was a steady stream of men and women, all of them paying ten or twenty dollars to Keesha to use me any way they wanted to. The men all fucked my ass. I found out from Keesha that when anyone asked one of the street whores for anal, she'd bring them upstairs to me, then split the cash with Keesha. Over thirty men fucked my ass in those two nights. By Sunday evening, they were complaining that my ass was too loose. Keesha lost two customers and screamed at me, slapping me around and swearing. But, the women were the worst. They would open their legs and push my mouth against their cunts. Their pussies were always foul tasting and strange to me, hairy and tart. Most of them had me do them twice, spending the time in between licking their nastier hole just for fun. They enjoyed humiliating me, laughing about the white whore earning crack money for Keesha. Keesha had the most fun of all with me, though. That first night, she had me spend a long time licking and sucking her pubes and pussy clean, me fighting back the urge to vomit from the smell and tastes of her cunt and ass. Then, after I'd earned her enough money to fill her crack pipe, she hit the street again, coming back between fucks to have me suck out and swallow the cum then lick her clean for her next trick.
My descent continues. I will try to be thorough but please feel free to email me if you want me to know any more details than I've given below. I knew there were crack whores in the city. Every so often, the television would tell a story about them. I didn't know what their life was like until Mr. A hooked me up with one of them for the weekend. Her name was Keesha and she belonged to a pimp named Diamond Doug. It was a stupid name and he knew it, laughed about it. A stupid-assed white man's name, he'd say, then laugh again. Mr. A delivered me himself, six o'clock Friday night. I shuddered as we drove into the neighborhood. Most of the businesses were abandoned. The ones that were open had thugs standing around outside, laughing with each other and drinking 40's from brown paper bags. They'd stare at us as we drove by, deadpan looks on their faces. There was garbage up and down the sidewalks and abandoned cars along the street. And hookers. Cartoonish hookers with hair piled high and skintight dresses, half of their asses exposed and nipples poking through thin tops. They glared at me as we drove past and I tried to sink lower into the front seat. The hotel we stopped at was more than a hundred years old, dark and dirty. Half of the windows were shattered, the other half boarded up. Mr. A spotted the pimp and pulled to the curb. I stepped out and he howled at me, "whoo-hoo, fine lookin' bitch". He felt my tits and ass, then turned to Mr. A and nodded. He held out his hand and accepted several hundred dollar bills, smiled and swept them slowly underneath his nose. "The sweet smell of hard-earned cash." He turned to me and said, "let's go." By then, Mr. A was back in the car and had already started pulling away. Diamond Doug walked me up four flights of stairs and down a dirty hallway. He knocked at a door with the number 43 on it. There was a low moan from inside and he opened the door. The room was completely empty except for an old black-and-white television set and a filthy twin-sized mattress. The room stank and I gagged. I couldn't tell what - sweat, cum, old rotten food, something else. And a horrible overlay of strawberry scented air freshener. I leaned against the door, weak with nausea. Diamond Doug motioned and I turned my head. The door to the bathroom was open. A haggard and emaciated woman was sitting on the toilet, dress pulled up around her waist, head lolling forward, legs tightly together. Doug called her name and she turned her head anxiously. "Did you bring me somethin', honey?" she muttered. She raised a claw-like hand with a small metal pipe and smiled at him, eyes desperate. "I'll be real nice to you if you did." Diamond Doug laughed and told her to get up off her ass and meet her new partner. She turned her head in a daze and spotted me. "Oh, no, fucking no, not again," she protested. "Not another fucking adventure seeking goddam white bitch cunt fucking fool piece of cock snatch!" She was standing now and walking toward me, weak and stumbling. The rage and hate in her eyes was intense, I could feel it burning through me and it scared me. Diamond Doug grabbed her wrist and yanked the pipe away from her. "If you play nice, you get nice, got it?" he said firmly. She backed down. I looked at her again. Her dress was still up around her hips, the material flimsy and caked with dirt and crud. She had a pussy full of wiry black hair, it covered most of her lower belly and inched down her thighs. And it was matted in spots with something crusty. I felt sick looking at her. "What you starin' at, bitch?" she barked. Diamond Doug laughed. "You guess, Keesha. You guess what the white bitch's starin' at. She's starin' at yo' snatch, ain't she?" I felt my face turning red. "I think the bitch's turned on, seein' a real woman with a real pussy." He turned to me. "Ain't you, bitch? Ain't you turned on seein' a real pussy? Show her yo' pussy, bitch." I pulled the tight dress up around my waist and pulled down my panties, showed her my cleanly shaven cunt. She spat on the floor. "You look like a fuckin' chile with that no-hair thing." She spit again, this time it spattered across my shoe. I heard someone knock on the door and Keesha answered, "yeah?" A tall man and one of the whores from the street walked in. I watched her, she was kissing him and her hand was down the front of his pants. Keesha shut the door behind them. The man looked at me and smiled. "This the one, Tanya?" The woman said "yeah, she the one." Without a word, he grabbed me and turned me around, pushed me down on my knees and slid my skirt up over my ass. I started to say something but looked at Diamond Doug and knew better. The man pulled down my panties and I heard him spit in his hand, rub his cock. Then, he rammed it hard up my ass and fucked me while the others watched. When he came, he got up and wiped his cock on my skirt, leaving a string of cum dripping down my leg. He threw a ten to Keesha who smiled. "Two more of those and I got me a fix," she said as she waved the bill in my face. The rest of the weekend was a steady stream of men and women, all of them paying ten or twenty dollars to Keesha to use me any way they wanted to. The men all fucked my ass. I found out from Keesha that when anyone asked one of the street whores for anal, she'd bring them upstairs to me, then split the cash with Keesha. Over thirty men fucked my ass in those two nights. By Sunday evening, they were complaining that my ass was too loose. Keesha lost two customers and screamed at me, slapping me around and swearing. But, the women were the worst. They would open their legs and push my mouth against their cunts. Their pussies were always foul tasting and strange to me, hairy and tart. Most of them had me do them twice, spending the time in between licking their nastier hole just for fun. They enjoyed humiliating me, laughing about the white whore earning crack money for Keesha. Keesha had the most fun of all with me, though. That first night, she had me spend a long time licking and sucking her pubes and pussy clean, me fighting back the urge to vomit from the smell and tastes of her cunt and ass. Then, after I'd earned her enough money to fill her crack pipe, she hit the street again, coming back between fucks to have me suck out and swallow the cum then lick her clean for her next trick.
Chapter 02 - Show at the Biker Bar “Permanent?” Kevin asked. Mark nodded. “So, no kids?” Mark shook his head. “No kids.” Kerrie perked up at that. A lot of things had changed since he came back four weeks ago, but this was the first time the subject of kids had ever come up. He couldn’t make a decision like that unilaterally. “For now,” she said softly. Mark turned and looked at her. “Did you say something?” “Mark, I’m loving what you’re doing, but...” “You do understand that you don’t have a say in this?” She froze and stared at him. How could someone change so much in just a few months? Everything he’d done since he came back - the piercings, the tattoos, parading her around in front of her friends in her underwear - all of it was erotic and amazing and she loved him being The Man, but this was different. This was him laying out their future and telling her she had no part of the decision. “We’ll talk about this later,” he said, then turned back to Kevin. Kerrie’s face burned red with anger and shame. She looked at the men at the table - they’d heard it all and were staring at her. The man Mark had shut down was rubbing his shoulder. He gave her a big smile and waggled his tongue at her. His friends laughed. Kerrie tried to ignore the loud slurping noises he was making but couldn’t. Mark nodded sideways at the table. “I want them to fuck her.” Kevin shook his head. “No, fuck, no, man. Are you crazy? This is some quality pussy you have here. You need to think this through, bro.” Mark shook his head. “She’s mine, I can do what I want to with her.” Kevin leaned in closer. “Don’t be an asshole. You sound like a little kid showing off his new toy.” Mark was quiet. “So tell me about her. Does she work?” Mark explained about Kerrie’s job, how they’d gone to college together, how she was now somewhere between hostess and PR manager for one of the local big name hotels. About him and his six-month stint in Thailand, where he’d changed his ideas about how husband and wife should live together. Kevin listened and nodded. “I see where you’re at and where you’re coming from.” He took a drink of his beer and wiped his mouth. “I think I can help you.” He looked around the bar then clapped Mark’s shoulder. “You go with this, OK?” Mark smiled and nodded. Kevin stood up and clapped his hands. The bar went silent quickly. Mark grinned, Kevin held some real power here. “Five bell girl here has something she wants to show you all,” he yelled. He stepped around Mark and took Kerrie’s hand. She looked at Mark, anxious and afraid. His face was frozen. She felt Kevin pulling her forward and she stumbled along following him. “She’s starting to get tattoos!” the crowd cheered. “She wants to show them off. An ass slut who’s getting inked! What do you think of that?” The crowd began cheering and chanting “five bells, five bells, five bells.” She blushed red, remembering how the bartender had rang one of the bells five times after Mark told him that she took it exclusively up the ass. Everyone in the place knew her and Mark’s secret. Her knees were weak as Kevin walked her down the line of barstools. The crowd was clapping and chanting louder now. Kevin stopped her in front of one of the old men, a skinny man in his sixties with a plaid flannel shirt and long, scraggly beard. He slid his hands up the insides of her thighs while everyone in the bar cheered him on. Kerrie squirmed, panicked now. If his fingers got to her crotch, he’d feel the plastic brush handle she’d put inside herself to relax her muscle. The old man slid his hands from between her legs to the outsides of her thighs, then up over her ass cheeks. He shook his head rapidly, smiling and winking at her. She pursed her lips, hoping that would satisfy him. The crowd cheered as Kevin pressed her forward until her mouth was on his, his tongue pushing between her lips, his hand sliding up the front of her body to her chest. She gagged as a glob of his spit drizzled into her mouth but he kept at it. He slid the tiny half top over her titties and they swung free, his fingers teasing her nipples erect. “Okay, Kenny, that’s enough for now,” Kevin laughed. He pulled her top down and walked her slowly down the bar. Everyone she passed touched her, hands sliding over her thighs and ass, the women stopping her and French kissing her deep while they rubbed their crotches against her leg. She wondered if you could die from humiliation, the tears running down her cheeks, her mascara striping her cheeks. When they got to the end of the bar, Kevin leaned in and whispered to her, “have you ever seen a stripper?” She nodded nervously while he wiped her eyes with his thumbs. “You see all those people?” He held her head and made her look around the room. She nodded, still trying to catch her breath and stop crying. “The men all want to fuck you and Mark told me he’s ready for that.” Kerrie’s legs went weak but Kevin held her up. “They want to put you on the pool table and line up around the room and out the door and fuck you while you lick their girlfriend’s pussies. Mark said he saw that in a Thai bar. He said he wants to see you do it.” Kerrie was shaking her head. “But, I don’t want that. I don’t like that idea at all.” Kerrie looked up into his face. It was calm and reassuring. “These guys will fuck you and not even remember it in the morning. I have bigger plans for you.” Kerrie’s head was swimming but she’d stopped crying and was listening. “If you do a nice striptease for them and show off your tattoos, everyone is going to go back to their drinking and their girlfriends and you and me and Mark are going to go home and talk about your future. Now, how does that sound to you?” Kerrie was already nodding anxiously. Anything was better than this, she thought, anything. He was lying about Mark, Mark would never do that but it was a big crowd and it might get out of hand. She thought about her tattoos, where they were and what she was wearing and what she’d seen in movies and in the strip clubs Mark had dragged her to twice while they were dating. “That’s yes?” Kevin asked. “Yes,” she said firmly. “Everyone!” Kevin stood on a chair and yelled. The clapping and chanting stopped and everyone stared at him. “I give you Thailand’s newest star: Anal Soo Lee!” The crowd cheered as Kerrie climbed up onto a table. Someone turned up the juke box loud - Woman From Tokyo - and Kerrie began to move her hips slowly, doing her best to match her moves to the music. The way Mark had dressed her, she was nearly naked already, so she did what she could to make the best of her five tattoos. Two were exposed - the speaker on her left forearm and the wire around her left ankle. She touched them, licked the speaker, looked for Mark. He was lost in the crowd. She slid the top of the skirt down over her right hip so they could get a peek at the rose-vagina. The crowd hooted and clapped. Then, she slowly exposed part of the abstract cock on her left hipbone, just below the panty line. This time when she looked, she found Mark. The look in his eyes was appreciation. He was proud of her! That turned her on and she felt herself getting lost in the drums and Ian Gillan’s voice. She pulled off the little half-top and stood in front of them nearly naked, squatting with her knees wide, touching her nipples, eyes half-closed and tongue licking her lips. She felt it all between her legs now and wanted to masturbate. She squeezed her cunt and felt the brush handle in her ass move. She slid forward and her knees hit the table. She was scared now, afraid again that someone would see the thing just barely sticking out of her bottom. She knew they weren’t going to let her get away without taking off her panty-skirt and besides, the fifth tattoo ran from the small of her back down into the top of her ass crack. She couldn’t show it off without pulling the panty-skirt down. She shot a pleading glance at Kevin. He could tell something was wrong but she didn’t look injured, just panicky and embarrassed, which was exactly what he was after. He shook his head. She didn’t even bother begging Mark. She wasn’t even sure he knew she’d been using the handle to stretch herself to take his cock. The crowd was getting agitated now - yelling “show us your cooch!” and stomping hard on the ground. Kerrie stood up slowly, running her hands up the insides of her legs from ankle to crotch, then up her chest and finally pressing her hands together above her head, shaking her titties and hips, hoping they would keep their eyes on her chest. She had a desperate idea. If she could push the handle out and grab hold of it when she slid off her panty-skirt, they might never see it. The idea repulsed her - it would be like taking a crap in front of seventy five people - but she couldn’t think of anything else. She tried pushing and felt the thing move. This might work but it would be so humiliating! Her eyes teared up and she blinked quickly, seeing the room now through a blurry film of water. She teased them, squatting down and opening and closing her knees once, twice, then with one quick motion, she stood up and slid her hands down her sides, pulling the panty-skirt over her bottom while she pushed. She felt the handle between her fingers and grabbed it, covering it with the panty, turning sideways and back again while the crowd went wild. She did it! The thing was wadded in her hand, everyone’s eyes focused on the smooth rise of her cunt and the tattoos just above and to the sides - one of a cock and one of a pussy. “Souvenir!” someone shouted, then everyone was shouting and clapping. “Souvenir!” “We want your panties!” “Over here!” They were going wild, stomping and crowding closer to her. She knew it was hopeless, she’d be found out, they’d see it and then the fucking would start. Or they’d make her play with herself, shoving the brush handle in and out of her ass while she masturbated for them. She shivered and was starting to cry when she felt Kevin’s arm around her. “You can bid for it on eBay!” he yelled, grabbing the panty-skirt from her. She saw from his face that he felt the handle but he didn’t say anything, just held the wad of fabric over his head and yelled, “show’s over, folks!” END of CHAPTER 2
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 06 Daisy is given to the third prisoner who uses hot peppers. [Day 3 (Monday) - evening] Daisy opened her eyes but everything was still black. She blinked, squeezed them shut, opened them again. "The effect on the optic nerve lasts a bit longer than the rest." Daisy shuddered. The drug Kira used on her had unnerved her, it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The blindness was frightening but it was nothing like the other sensations she'd experienced. At least they were gone. "Your eyes will be back to normal in another hour or so." Daisy didn't recognize the man's voice. "That gives me plenty of time with you. And I don't even have to blindfold you." She felt a hand on the inside of her right thigh. It slid slowly between her knee and her crotch, just grazing the surface of her flesh. She tried to move her arm, felt the leather straps at her wrists and elbows. "Shhh...just relax." His hand slapped the inside of her thigh hard. She tried to move but felt straps at her knees and ankles too. "There's no point struggling. You may as well just lay back and try to relax." He slapped her again, harder this time. "You won't need your sight for what I want." She felt his hand cupping her cunt, his fingers gently probing. "In fact, it's probably better that you don't see what's going to happen to you." He removed his hand and Daisy was lost in the darkness again. She heard him moving around, heard a paper bag open. "Now, let's see," the voice said. She felt something rubbing along the inside of her right leg. It felt slightly cool and oily and damp. "Nice, isn't it?" She closed her eyes and let him touch her. It felt nice. Her body was exhausted from four days of non-stop abuse. She let herself relax. Maybe he was a rapist. A serial rapist with no twisted kinks, no sadistic tendencies, no sociopath behaviors, just a nice, old-fashioned rapist. Whatever he was touching her with moved up to her cunt lips. She felt it gliding over her clitoris and a rush of arousal sent a shudder through her. She raised her hips, pressed hard against it. "I've been in here for seven years now," he said softly. She felt a mouth closing around her right nipple, lips wet and gentle. Her body responded, nipples stiffening, cunt getting more and more wet. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me." "My name is Edward, dear. Do you want to know why they locked me up?" Daisy ground her hips against the cushion, opened herself up as much as she could with her body retrained the way it was. "Fuck me, Edward, please fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over. He pushed something up inside her. It was firm and small and slid inside easily. She felt something pressing against her clit again. "They say they're never going to let me out." He pressed another one into her body, she moaned louder. He rubbed her clitoris and sucked harder at her nipple. She started to shake as she got closer to cumming. "I think your body is going to be able to take it. None of the other bodies could take it," he said in a cold voice. She was trembling, starting to feel afraid but too distracted by the orgasm that was building up inside her. "What did you do?" she murmured, squirming, grinding her hips. "What did you do?" "Can I put another one up inside you?" he purred. "Tell me I can put another one inside you." "What...are they?" His voice was even colder, more distant. "Just beg me for another one. Now." She felt something at the mouth of her cunt and came, jerking and humping, moaning loud, begging, "yes, yes, put more of them into me, more, more...fill up my pussy..." The muscles of her legs, arms, and neck all strained as she came and came. She felt him pushing something deep inside her, then heard his voice from far away say, "get ready, get ready, get ready..." then something else was entering her, something long and hard and then he started twisting it and her insides exploded with pain and she was screaming, her body tense, eyes squeezed hard, unable to breathe, screaming now, hoarse, but still screaming as the fire spread through her cunt and her lower belly and everything was hot white hot heat until she passed out. --- "Daisy." She heard the cold, commanding voice and turned her head. Her sight was returning slowly. She could make out his shadow but not his face. "That's better. Now, you're going to suck my cock, then we're going to do it all again." He touched her belly. "It's terrible, isn't it?" She nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, horrible..." He stroked the side of her face with his hand. Daisy whimpered and cried. Her insides were still burning but it was bearable now. "I'm not done with you," he promised. She saw his cock in front of her face and opened her mouth. He pushed deep into her mouth, into her throat, fucking her face slow and deep, gagging her. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw the metal table behind him, an open brown paper bag laying on its side. Next to the bag, there was a pile of green jalapenos. And a small wooden spoon, coated with mashed pepper and seeds. As he fucked her face, she realized what had happened, why she'd passed out. He'd pushed four of the peppers up inside her, then smashed them with the spoon. She gagged on his cock, terrified, knowing he was going to do it again. "You seem distracted, dear," Edward said. "You've been looking at my peppers, haven't you?" He pressed his hand against the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, holding her there. He pinched her nose shut with his other hand. She couldn't breathe and started to struggle but there was no give in any of the straps. "That's all they will let me use on you, though I keep asking for more." He pumped her head up and down, his cock fucking her throat. "It still gives me a rush, but not the same as before. As before they caught me." She started seeing spots in front of her eyes and panic spread through her. "I guess that's the price I have to pay." He jerked his cock out of her mouth and let go of her nose at the same time. She gasped for air and watched him walk around the platform again. He undid the straps that held her and then helped her into a sitting position. "Stand up." She edged off the cot and stood on the floor, holding the edge of the cot for balance. Edward stepped a few feet back and looked at her. "Fucked out little tramp," he said with a sneer. "Still, though, a lot fucking sexier than some of the women I've had." He picked up one of the peppers and handed it to her. "You're going to learn how to give a man a real good ride." She held the pepper in her hand, nervous and anxious. "Lean over here and get my cock nice and hard and wet." Daisy bent over and took his half-stiff cock in her mouth. She sucked it until it was stiff, coated it with spit then looked up at him. He was smiling, a sick, twisted smile that made her recoil. "Turn around." She did and he pushed his cock deep into her ass with a single stroke. "Good. Now, start fucking me." She began to hump backward at his cock, feeling it slide in and out of her ass. It felt nice compared to everything she'd been through so far. "Not bad for a little ass whore like you. But, we need to make it a little more interesting. I want you to split the pepper open with your thumbs." Puzzled but obedient, Daisy pushed her thumbs into the pepper, feeling it split open. A few seeds dropped to the floor. Edward's fucking slowed, he stood still, half-impaling her on his cock. "Turn it inside out." Daisy's fingers trembled as she started turning the pepper in her hand, more seeds falling onto the floor, some sticking to her fingers. He slid into her deep again, slow, then pulled halfway out and stayed still. "Now, push it up into your cunt." "No...no," she moaned. He couldn't be serious, she thought, but then she shook her head. Of course he was serious, he'd just done the same thing to her, why wouldn't he do it again? But to expect her to do it to herself? No, he was crazy. "Are you waiting for something?" he taunted. He grabbed her throat with his hand, squeezed hard, pulled her backward. He shoved his cock into her ass hard again, heard her grunt. "Do it, or I'll do it for you. And I have a whole bag of these." Daisy began to cry but started moving her hand toward her crotch. She was an inch away from her cunt when she shook her head and cried, "no, I can't" and dropped the peppers on the ground. Edward laughed, pulled his cock out of her ass, and pushed her back on the bed. "Get on your back, bitch!" Daisy rolled on her side and squeezed her legs together, muttering "no, no, no..." Edward stared at her, angry, hate raging in his eyes. "Open your legs!" Daisy curled up even more, arms wrapped around her knees now. "Doc! Doc!" he screamed. The door burst open and Dr. G stormed in. He grabbed Daisy by the wrists and leaned into her face. "Do you know what you are doing here? Do you know that you are fucking with my grant money? I can't afford to have a little whore like you fucking up my research!" He let go and slapped her, back and forth, over and over. " You are not in any position to say no to any of these patients, do you understand?" Daisy nodded, sobbing, "yes, yes, I'm sorry, doctor, yes..." Dr. G took her face in his hands and pulled her close. "Do you realize that with just one or two treatments, I could completely reduce you to a mindless vegetable? You would be nothing but a toy for these perverts? For these deviates? A drooling, cumming, mass of pussy and pain? Do you realize that?" Daisy nodded and begged for another chance. "Peter and Bill have already signed papers. It is my decision, do you understand? My decision. This program must go on. And you will not stop it, you will not stop me, you will not stand in the way of my success!" He pulled her up, spun around and threw her to the floor. He ran his arm over the table and swiped the half-dozen peppers onto the ground. "Get them!" he barked. "I want to see them opened and up inside your filthy cunt hole in sixty seconds! Now! Do It!!" Daisy scrambled and grabbed the first pepper, split it and tried to push it up inside but couldn't. The fear was too much for her. She got to her knees in front of him and begged, "I can't, I can't, I can't..." Dr. G waved a hand and four big interns stormed into the room, followed by Peter and David. Daisy's eyes pleaded with Peter but his face was emotionless. The interns carried her to the bed and held her legs open. Peter walked around the other side of the bed and pressed her shoulders flat. He leaned forward and said gently, "stop it. This is why you're here, this is why I brought you here. This is the only reason I wanted you here. This is what you do, don't you understand? This is what you are for." She cried and looked at him. "Only for you, only for...ARGHHH!" Edward pushed his fingers deep inside her, grinding the pulpy insides of the pepper into her open pussy. She struggled and squirmed as he ground all six of them, one after the other, up into her cunt. Her eyes locked on Peter's, her mouth repeating her mantra, "only for you, only for you..." until finally she passed out from the pain. --- Daisy drifted awake and heard Peter talking with the doctor. They were talking about the grant money. They were talking about the foundation. About the risks they were taking. About her. Peter was sure she would go through with anything he told her to. She was completely obedient to him. Bill reassured the doctor. He'd been monitoring everything since her arrival, the trip up north, the glory holes, the constant fucking and abuse, her eagerness to go further and further. Then, she heard Peter talking about her and laughing. "There's nothing she won't do if I tell her to. She's just an animal, a cunt, she's barely even human." She felt her stomach twist. "You keep paying me and I'll keep her on her back taking whatever they can dish out. Believe me, I don't care as along as I get paid." He was talking about her like a piece of property, an animal he owned and was offering to the doctor for his experiments. And he was doing it all for money. Dr G raised concerns about her ability to go on, but Peter said it wasn't his concern. He was certain she could take it. And if not, he would find someone else. She felt lower than ever now, less than a dog, less than a pet. And she started crying because she realized it turned her on. Her pussy was aching to be touched, her nipples stiff and hard. She put her hand between her legs and started masturbating. She heard Peter from far off telling the doctor and Bill to look at her, to watch her, and she fingered herself harder and faster, pushing her fingers into her cunt, mashing the jalapenos, scooping them out and smearing them on her cunt lips, then pushing globs of the green gunk into her mouth and ass, all of her holes on fire now. She came and came while they watched and talked and laughed.
Chapter 03 - A New Tattoo and a Facial “Why don’t I go get the car. You stay her and keep Kerrie company, all right?” Mark patted his wife’s ass and smiled at Kevin. “I expect you can protect her from any of the boys inside who might get the wrong idea.” Kevin smiled and slid his hand down Kerrie’s back, underneath the waistband of the panty-skirt. He’d given them back to her after she finished her dance inside. “I’ll keep her safe.” Mark laughed and tossed his keys in the air, catching them with his other hand. “Don’t be shy. She’s a great kisser.” He walked away and turned into the dark parking lot. “Are you?” Kevin asked. Kerrie looked up at him. He was huge and she felt a shudder that was half-fear, half-excitement. She felt his hand sliding further down underneath her clothes. “Damn, you are fine. Nichole Kidman’s little sister.” He reached behind her head with his free hand and pulled her close. She felt his lips against hers just as his fingers slid down between her ass cheeks. Kerrie opened her mouth and felt his tongue, warm and solid, sliding against hers. He cupped her ass in his hand and she opened her legs. He pressed his thigh against her crotch and she started moving against it. “Hey, you two!” Mark called from the car. “Get in the back seat.” Kevin held the door open and Kerrie climbed in first. When she was halfway across the back seat, he closed the door and got in front with Mark. “She’s eager, I’ll tell you that,” Kevin said, looking over the headrest at Kerrie, sitting in the middle, feeling around for the seatbelt. Mark pulled out of the parking lot, heading north toward home. “So how serious are you about putting her on the streets?” Kevin asked. He turned just enough to catch the stunned look on Kerrie’s face. “I never said anything about...” “Cut the crap, kid. Remember who you’re talking to. Sounds like you’re serious about this Thailand thing, and you were ready to let my crew bang her back there in the bar. You might not even know it yourself, but it’s only a matter of time. You’ll be turned on for a while, passing her around to your friends, but at some point, you’re going to start handing her over to strangers and then, it’s just a short move from there to pimping her out for cash.” Kerrie squirmed in her seat, waiting for Mark to come to her defense. Instead, she heard him say, “well, we’ll see when we get there.” Kevin laughed. “Well, I’ll tell you what. I’ll put a hundred dollars on it. Before the end of the summer, you’re gonna have her down on Second St., working up one side and down the other.” He turned and looked at Kerrie in the back seat, hands in her lap, knees together and silent. “What do you think, honey? He gonna let you keep half the money?” He reached back and patted her knee with his hand. She flinched but didn’t say anything. She caught sight of a the tattoos on his big forearm and stared at it, her eyes widening just slightly. “You like that, eh?” he asked. Kevin turned back to Mark. “Nice ink work on her, by the way. Did you pick ‘em yourself?” Mark beamed with pride. As long as he’d known Kevin and he still felt like a little kid when Kevin game him a compliment. “You like that? I have a few more in mind.” Kerrie leaned forward slightly at that. Kevin caught her movement and his mind raced. He recognized the signs of a needle slut right away. To check his theory, he flexed his forearm and noticed her eyes shift slightly, watching the tattoo dance. “Mark, I know a guy who does beautiful work. I think she’d look good with a little something on the inside of her knee.” His thumb pressed slightly on the indentation just to the inside of her left patella. Kerrie felt the shock all the way up to her crotch. Kevin watched her face closely and smiled. “Sure, we’re ready.” He called back over his shoulder. “Aren’t we honey?” Kerrie, excited by the prospect of another tattoo but trying not to tip her hand, said “yes” very softly. --- Kevin directed Mark to the Permanent Ink building. They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin opened the door for Kerrie. She slid out and he wrapped his arm around her waist, motioned for Mark to do the same on the other side. They walked three abreast into the tattoo parlor. “Davey around tonight?” Kevin called. “You know I’m always here,” a voice called from the back room. Davey was even bigger than Kevin, bald with tattoos covering every visible part of his body. He was bald and even his head was covered with intricate designs. He eyed Kerrie up and down, once then again. She didn’t care, here eyes were scanning up and down Davey’s body, admiring the tattoos, considering which would look good on her. Davey led them back into his studio and Kevin sat Kerrie down in the big chair. “Davey, remember that nice script you did on Sandy? The one with the shadows behind the characters?” Davey nodded, smiling. “Mark, I want to put SLAG right there,” Kevin touched Kerrie’s leg, opened it, “on the inside of your wife’s knee.” Mark’s face lit up like a kid in a candy shop. He looked at Kerrie’s face and didn’t recognize what he saw. She was remote, a little distracted. He didn’t realize that she was excited, thrilled by the idea of the needle decorating her again. She didn’t really care what it said, she just wanted to feel those little pricks on her skin. Mark must have mistaken it for either boredom or defiance because he got angry. He ran his finger from the inside left edge of her knee about three inches up her thigh. “Can you make it a little bigger?” Davey smiled. Kevin stared at Kerrie and nodded his head. “That will be fine.” Kerrie laid back and closed her eyes. She heard the sound of the needle and felt herself getting wet. When the needle touched her, she flinched, hands gripping the edges of the chair tight. She slowed her breath, enjoying every tiny movement Davey made. She felt her nipples stiffening and clenched her cunt. About ten minutes into the process Kevin made a loud sniffing sound. “What’s that?” he said with a grin. “Does anybody smell anything?” Kerrie opened her eyes and looked at him. “Mark, can you go out to the car and get my jacket?” Kevin asked. Mark nodded and got up. --- When he was gone, Kevin smiled at Kerrie. “This can be our little secret, OK?” He was leaning closer now, sniffing the air. It was so humiliating and so arousing. She felt her cunt lips relax open, her clit swelling. A quiet moan escaped from her throat. Kevin sniffed closer to her chest, then slowly down toward her belly. Davey kept working calmly and Kerrie felt herself starting to arch her back. The needle was so delicious as it pricked and withdrew, pricked and withdrew, hundreds of times per minute. She felt her skin open and receptive to it, each little penetration an invitation to cum. The humiliation of being so opened up and of Kevin’s obvious laughing at her arousal was too much and she felt a small orgasm shake through her cunt. Kevin motioned and Davey pulled back. “Did you just cum?” he asked her. Kerrie’s face went red and she turned her head away. “Let’s see if you just came,” he repeated. He got up and stood in front of the chair, between her open legs, then reached for the panty-skirt and pulled it off. Kerrie lay there exposed and shaking, her bright pink lips open and everything soaking wet. “Oh, yes, you did. Well that’s nice.” He turned to Davey. “Davey, why don’t you go ahead, I’m begging she can control herself.” Kevin turned back to Kerrie. “You can, can’t you?” Davey started up again, the needle pushing Kerrie closer to cum-land again. Kevin touched her clit with his thumb. “I’ll bet you’ve cum with the needle before, haven’t you? Hm? Do you maybe have needles you play with at home?” He rubbed her gently and she shuddered as she came again. Kevin was right, she was able to keep her leg straight, offering it to Davey for the needle. “Oh, I am going to have a lot of fun with you, I can see,” Kevin whispered. Kerrie came again. --- When Davey finished the tattoo, they covered it with a gauze patch and Mark paid him. They drove home, Kerrie asleep in the back seat, Mark and Kevin quiet in the front. When they got home, Mark had Kerrie change into her house outfit - the mohom and sandals - and make them a snack. It was three in the morning but Mark was excited and couldn’t sleep. When she’d set the chips and beers on the dining room table, she went back into the kitchen to wait for him to call her. “Do you want to fuck her now?” Mark asked Kevin. Kevin dipped his chip in the salsa and took a bite. He chewed for a few seconds, looking at Kerrie sitting at the kitchen table, hands folded and quiet. She caught him looking and turned her face away. “I don’t think so. It’s early in the game and I want to make sure I’m thinking clearly.” Mark shook his hand. “No, really, you got us out of a jam there tonight, plus you introduced us to Davey. Come on.” He waved to Kerrie. “Come in here.” Kerrie hesitated. She knew that this was coming, Mark had made it clear to her weeks ago when he laid out his plan, but she still wasn’t ready for it. The idea of someone else’s cock being inside her body was too much for her. Mark said he would do it, but she’d been hoping he would change his mind. What if it became a regular thing? What if he divorced her? Or worse, what if she liked it? If she enjoyed it? What did that make her? She walked into the front room, trying to keep from shaking. She focused on Kevin’s tattoos. That calmed her down. She imagined her lips kissing them, her tongue running over the outlines. She wondered what his cock looked like. “Kerrie, turn around and show him your ass,” Mark commanded. Kerrie felt a flood of emotion - arousal, humiliation, anger, surrender - but turned. She wiggled her ass in front of Kevin’s face, bending her knees and swaying side to side. “Now, is that a sweet ass or what?” Mark turned to Kerrie. “It was a sweet ass when she stripped at the bar, it’s a sweet ass now.” Kevin agreed. “Honey, spread your cheeks for him.” Kerrie froze. She started to raise her hands but couldn’t. The feelings overwhelmed her. She dropped to her knees, put her hands to her face and cried. “Get up,” Mark said coldly. Kerrie slowly wiped her face and got back to her feet. Kevin unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “Spread your cheeks,” Mark said. Kerrie closed her eyes and mustered her strength. She saw Kevin’s tattooed forearms again but it wasn’t enough. She saw Davey’s head in front of her, the elaborate tattooed designs swimming in front of her face. She leaned down and licked the top of Davey’s head, her hands behind his head, pulling him close. She felt the bones of his skull underneath her tongue and wanted to open herself, touch herself, feel his cock inside her. She reached around and took her ass cheeks in her hands, opened them for Kevin to see, all the time, kissing and licking the beautiful blue ink on Davey’s bald head. Kevin let Kerrie stand there like that for a full five minutes before he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. Kerrie moaned out loud and pushed herself back toward him. Kevin fingered her, two fingers deep inside her cunt, his index finger touching her clit as he pumped in and out. He was stroking his cock with his other hand, his balls hanging out from his unzipped jeans. Kerrie came quickly, her whole body shaking. “Get on your knees,” Kevin said. Kerrie knelt, eyes looking at his cock. It was erect now, eight inches and thick. She wondered if he would ass fuck her or just make her suck him. Either way was fine now, she needed something even if it wasn’t her husband. Kevin stood up and stepped closer to Kerrie. She opened her mouth and leaned back, ready to take his cock in her throat, just as he started cumming, shooting streams of sticky jism onto her face and neck. “Don’t move,” he said when she started to close her mouth. Kerrie opened her legs and stroked her pussy with her fingers while Kevin continued stroking, shooting more and more onto her forehead and hair. “Just stay like that,” Kevin said. He wiped his cock in her hair and pushed his semi-hard cock back into his pants. Then, he ran his finger over her face, smearing the cum evenly across her cheeks, nose, chin, everywhere, all the way back to her ears and up and down her throat. Kerrie was shocked by how turned on she was. The abject humiliation had found somewhere in the back of her mind and was working it. She wanted to cum, wanted to beg them to fuck her up the ass, even take her back to the bar and pass her around but she couldn’t say anything. They’d told her to keep still.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 04 The treatment program begins - the first prisoner plays out his electo-shock fantasies on Daisy. [Day 3 (Monday) - morning] "Thirty-two years old. Five foot eight with long, dark curly hair and hazel eyes." The doctor turned and looked at Daisy. "Long, dark curly hair?" He ran his fingers over the bare back of her neck. "Master cut my hair off, Sir," Daisy said. "Why?" the doctor asked. "Sir, it is not my place to question." The doctor looked at Peter. "Every man's dream, eh? Is she always this compliant?" Peter nodded. "Always." "Really?" The doctor looked her up and down, his eyes widening. The doctor set his clipboard down on the desk. He walked around Daisy again, this time, touching her shoulder and neck, running a finger over her lips. "Yes, quite docile." He turned to Peter. "And you know what this agreement entails, yes?" Bill stepped forward. "I've told him everything he needs to know." The doctor nodded and held up his hand without looking at Bill. "Yes, but did you tell her?" Bill smiled. "That doesn't matter. He knows." Bill nodded his head toward Peter. The doctor leaned closer to Daisy. "Is that so?" Daisy nodded her head, her eyes still staring at the floor. "Yes, Sir." The doctor was quiet. "That's all that matters?" She nodded again. "Nothing else matters." She raised her eyes slightly, stopped short of looking the doctor in the eye. "Nothing." The doctor stood for a few seconds, then turned sharply. "Well, then, Bill, I guess that's it." He became animated, picked up the clipboard again. "We've been waiting for something like this for quite a while. It will prove my theory." He pressed a button on the wall and a voice came over he intercom. "Yes?" "Bring Mr. Alexander to Treatment Room B." He looked at Daisy, his eyes hungry this time. "And two guards. And Alice?" "Yes?" "Put the paramedic team on alert." Daisy shivered. --- The doctor released the button and the current running through Daisy's body stopped. She slumped forward as far as she could but the leather straps that held her to the metal T didn't have much slack. Daisy felt the spit run down her chin and neck, then between her titties, mixing with the sweat that covered her chest, belly, and legs. The doctor tilted her head back and shone the flashlight into her eyes, checking her pupils for response. "Amazing," he muttered, jotting something down on his clipboard. He walked back to the control table and sat down, watching Daisy's chest rise and fall in quick, shallow breaths. The man in the chair next to him grunted. "Ya got yer measurements, doc?" He was a huge, fat blob of a man in his early forties, his orange prison suit stretched tight across his big belly and huge legs. They called him Fat Ron -- but never to his face. "I still got more'n an hour left with her." As he talked, he started to drool again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, wiped his hand on his prison uniform. "And I ain't even fucked her yet." "You want to fuck her now?" the doctor asked. Fat Ron stood up and walked around the desk, his feet shuffling. Peter and the doctor listened to the chain dragging behind him as he walked toward Daisy. Fat Ron took her face in his big, ham-sized hand and squeezed her cheeks. "Look at me, bitch." She opened her eyes as much as she could manage. Fat Ron spit, a big glob of his saliva landed underneath her left eye. It ran slowly down her face as he squeezed her cheeks, working her teeth and lips against the rubber baton they'd strapped there earlier. He shoved his other hand between her legs, four fingers pushing deep into her cunt, fucking her hard, fingertips to knuckles, shaking her head back and forth the whole time. "Like it, don't you?" Daisy's body was fucking back, her hips pushing forward hard, thighs clenching, ass twitching. He let go of her face and pushed his other hand between her legs, two fingers joining the other four, fucking her harder and faster now. She was moaning and jerking up and down, her head shaking side to side, panting hard until finally, just as she was about to cum, Fat Ron motioned to the doctor to turn on the juice. Her body went rigid, her legs opened wider, fingers clenched, nostrils flaring. Fat Ron pushed his whole hand inside her and made a fist but she was oblivious to it, the world was a series of white spots and flashes. The doctor turned up the current and she started shaking. "Aw, fuck, doc!" Fat Ron whined as a stream of yellow shot out between Daisy's legs and arced across the floor. "She's pissing herself!" He pulled his hand out of her body and stood back, watching. Peter could see Fat Ron's hardon straining against the orange fabric. "Incredible. She held it for nearly..." he looked at his watch, "nearly forty minutes." Daisy continued to jerk and groan, her toes twitching up and down, fingers stiff and splayed. "Let's get her down." Fat Ron turned to the doctor. "Another ten seconds." "No, it's..." the doctor started. "It's my time, doc." Fat Ron turned back around and growled over his shoulder, "you want yer program to be a success, don't you?" The doctor stared at his watch, the second hand slowly ticking off the last ten seconds of Daisy's private hell. When he flipped the switch and Daisy collapsed, her body totally limp and exhausted, he motioned to the paramedics. They stepped forward and, after a quick examination, nodded to him. "She'll survive." Fat Ron said, "fuck time." He and the doctor removed the electrodes from her arms, legs and belly. "Gimme the stick," he said. The doctor handed him a six inch plastic probe with a balled metal head. He slid it up into Daisy's wet cunt, twisted it around a few times, then pulled it out and shoved it up her ass. "Get her down." The paramedics undid the straps and carried Daisy's body like a rag doll and poured her on the metal table against the wall. Fat Ron unzipped his orange suit and stroked his cock hard. He slid Daisy's limp body around on the table until her legs dangled off the table and he could slide easily into her wet cunt. She was barely conscious but he heard her moan. "You never give up, do ya, slut?" He grabbed her thighs tight in his hands and used her like his hand, pumping her soft body up and down against his cock. Her body responded automatically, she tried to raise her thighs to open herself up but she was too weak. He laughed, fucking deeper, pulling her against him harder. "I sure could use some'a that snappin' pussy. Doc, zap her for me." Daisy's body jerked as the doctor pressed the button that sent current up into her ass. "That's better, yeah! Keep it up, doc!" The doctor pressed and released the button, watching Daisy's hips jerk with every shock. Fat Ron was in heaven, muttering grunting animal sounds, living out his favorite sick game on Daisy, his big cock reaming her cunt while her body twitched from the shocks. The doctor smiled. The first treatment in his experiment was a solid success.
In The Warehouse [for a reader who gave me some ideas....] “Only twenty-five years old. And already, your body responds like you’ve been doing this for years.” She struggled and managed to raise her head slightly. She looked at him through eyes swollen with tears and stinging from the sweat running down her forehead. From behind the ball gag, she grunted and whimpered, trying to beg him for a short break, just a few minutes to catch her breath. Joe gave her a big smile and turned to John. “It sounds like ‘please’.” He pushed her chin up with his thumb. “Is it please?” She nodded anxiously, then realized her mistake and started shaking her head quickly from side to side. Her eyes widened with panic but it was too late. John swung the bamboo cane hard across the backs of her thighs. Her legs turned to jelly and she stumbled backwards. The twine that connected her nipples to the iron rings in the wall jerked tight and she screamed into the ball gag. Tiffany rushed forward to check that her nipple rings were still intact and she nodded to Joe. He smiled back. Tiffany, always eager to see her slave suffer, slid her hand between the girl’s legs and rubbed her clit. She licked the slave’s neck, then started planting small kisses at her ear and worked her way down to her left nipple, all the while listening to her moan. As weak as her legs were, the girl managed to spread them open, inviting Tiffany’s fingers to explore her soaking wet cunt lips. Tiffany pushed two fingers into the girl’s cunt and fucked her deep ten times, listening to her grunt like an animal in heat, then pulled her fingers out and dug her nails into her pussy lips. The slave froze, her body went rigid with fear. Tiffany started pulling upward, stretching the lips between her bright red nails. The slave’s legs stiffened and she rose to her tip-toes, Tiffany pulled her up and up further, the slave trying to pull herself up using the iron manacles around her wrists and the chains that hung from the rafters. John circled around in front of her and rested the bamboo cane flat across her belly. The slave -- nameless since her arrival several weeks ago -- tried not to look at his face, but she was drawn irresistibly, her feeling of complete submission more and more complete every time she looked into those dead, black eyes. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was the reason she came here. Joe was cruel and Tiffany was inventive, but John was completely merciless. It was only John, she knew, who could give her what she really needed. She could see in his eyes that he knew it too. They were the perfect pair -- user and used, sadist and masochist, master and slave. Joe and Tiffany were no more than the masterminds who made the connections and whose money provided the money for their travel expenses, their gear, and this abandoned warehouse, located miles from nowhere, the basement of which was now her home. Now and forever. While Tiffany twisted and pulled at the slave’s cunt lips, John walked from side to side, hitting her with the bamboo, hard and swift, raising welts on her belly and the front of her thighs. She felt her drool and hot tears running down her neck, dripping off of her nipples, pooling on the concrete beneath her. John was counting out loud, his eyes locked on hers with each blow. “Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” Tiffany’s hand was up inside her now but she was barely aware of it. “Forty-four. Forty-five.” Something was deep inside her ass too. Tiffany’s fingers? Her other hand? A dildo? “Fifty-nine. Sixty.” There was a faint noise outside but she couldn’t raise her head. “Seventy-two. Seventy-three.” She started shaking now, she couldn’t take any more, she would go insane. She squirmed, shaking her legs as best she could, her muscles exhausted but finding strength somewhere to struggle. There were sounds all around her, footsteps, talking. “Eighty-six. Eighty-seven.” Catcalls and whistles. Clapping. Laughter. She felt a hand on her bottom and realized her cunt and ass were empty - Tiffany had taken her hands out of the slave’s holes and she’d been too far gone to even notice. She looked and saw Tiffany sitting in a chair, wiping her hands on a towel and smoking a cigarette. She was surrounded by men. Ten? Twelve? Twenty? “Ninety-two. Ninety-three.” The hands were smacking her ass now. It was almost comical. The thought that she would even notice it when John was ripping the flesh off the front of her body with the dampened bamboo. “Ninety-nine. And …” John reached for the control box and pressed the red button. The slave rose another three feet into the air - her cunt was now even with John’s face. He motioned and two of the men came forward, grabbed the slave’s legs, and pulled her open like a wishbone. John rested the bamboo directly on her clitoris, running it up and down lightly over the stiff, bright red bud. The slave jerked and squirmed, begging behind the gag, humping her hips up and down, exhausted but frantic. “Do you have her?” John asked. The men nodded. “One hundred,” he said as he brought the cane down as hard as he could directly between her legs. The last thing she remembered was her eyes rolling up into her head before she passed out. * * * “The pig’s awake!” The voice came to her through a thick haze of pain and confusion. She tried to open her eyes but they were swollen from the crying. She opened her mouth to say something but she felt hands holding the side of her head and a thick cock rammed itself home in her mouth. She gagged but he kept it all the way in, fucking the back of her throat, balls slapping against her nose. She was floating in mid-air, she felt hands holding her arms and legs. Somehow, there was a cock up her ass and a cock up her pussy, her body was sideways and her legs drawn forward and opened wide. Every inch of her belly and thighs screamed in pain, each time the cocks rammed into her, she felt every one of the welts twist and burn. She came and they laughed. “Feel how the fuck pig tightens up when you fuck her ass hard?” The man in her ass grabbed her hips harder and fucked deeper. She felt herself ripping open but it made her cum again. He came too, shooting his warm cum into her ass, then pulled out. Another cock slid into her right away, bigger and thicker. She gasped for breath, gagged on the cock in her mouth. He started cumming too and pulled her face hard against his crotch. Most of the cum shot directly into her belly but some of it squirted back out of her nose and between her lips and his cock. When he pulled out, she coughed and sputtered, but another cock was there, stiff and ready, and pushed down into her throat again. “Ten dollars says she can’t.” “You’re on.” She felt the men holding her legs move slightly, twisting her hips even further vertically, then the man whose cock was in her ass pulled out. She felt empty, a void where a cock should be, and sucked eagerly at the man in her mouth. Maybe he would take the other man’s place. She was swimming in that fantasy when she felt the other cock return, this time pushing into her side by side against the cock in her cunt. She tried to flail her arms but someone was holding her wrists and she couldn’t move. The head of the cock was inside her now and she knew there was no way of stopping him. The man who was fucking her pumped harder and faster, the other cock slid into her slowly. She came before he was even halfway in and they all laughed again. “Maybe we should get something up her ass too!” The cock went all the way in now and the two of them matched their rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out, then ramming home with one quick, deep push. She came again, not even worrying about whether or not she could breathe around the big cock in her mouth. She felt something at her asshole and went wild. She started bucking up and down, humping against the men inside her cunt, pushing her ass open, taking the cock in her mouth deeper until her lips were locked around the base. She had no idea what they were shoving up her ass but she wanted it, needed it, pushed herself down after it, inviting it in, deeper, harder. The man in her mouth pulled his cock out and sprayed cum all over her face and hair. She licked her lips and cheeks, grunting like an animal, humping the three cocks inside her lower holes. “Wow, never seen a ho take a doggie bone like that!” She felt them push hard on the thing up her ass and realized it was a rubber play toy, the big swollen head was the end of a fake dog bone. She came again, clenching down tight on the men in her pussy, who came with her, groaning and ramming harder and faster. …end of round 1...
Daisy tried to open her eyes but couldn't. She fell back asleep. --- Daisy heard something moving. Scratching sounds on a tile surface. She shuddered and opened her eyes just a slit. Everything was blurry, hazy and indistinct. She moved her left leg slightly and felt something warm and wet ooze out of her asshole. She blushed even as she felt herself get excited. Everything was chilly. She moved her arm slowly and slid her hand along the smooth wall. She was in a bathtub. She was laying in an inch or so of something cold and sticky. No doubt it had dripped out of her while she lay there. She tried to sit up but her muscles were useless. On top of that, every inch of her body hurt. She looked down at her belly and saw the angry red stripes that criss-crossed her skin, looked further down and saw the same marks up and down both legs, every inch of flesh, from her thighs to the tops of her feet. She panicked, she was in trouble now, there was no way she could hide all of this from Ben. When she got home, her life would be over, she would be exposed and revealed. She felt herself collapse inside. She heard the scratching sound on the floor again but was too weak to turn her head. Rats. She couldn't muster the energy to even care. She fell asleep again. --- Hands were lifting her, she heard voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. Something was covering her head. They were wrapping her up in sometime. A carpet? She felt herself lifted, she was moving. Someone shoved something deep into her cunt. The voices laughed. He pushed it in deep and left it there, hanging out of her like a tail. She fell asleep again. --- When Daisy woke the next time, she had a cock down her throat. She didn't know how long it had been there but knew it had been there a while, she was drooling out of both sides of her mouth and her face was soaking wet. The cock was sliding in and out, fast and deep. She felt the ball sack slapping against her nose. She tried to move her arms and legs but found she was completely restrained, her arms strapped uncomfortably behind and underneath her, hands taped or bound to her elbows. Her legs were opened wide and secured by straps or tape. Something cool was pressing against the backs of her legs. A wall? When the cock unloaded in her mouth, she swallowed it to keep from gagging. It withdrew but something else immediately took its place. It inflated like a balloon - a pump gag. She tried to relax her jaw as it got bigger and bigger but they were relentless and soon her jaw ached from the stretching. Then, there was a cock deep in her ass. She figured it out now, she was in a box, some variation on the 'glory holes' she'd heard about. Completely helpless and subhuman, just three holes on display and available for use. Hour after hour it went on, the bulb deflating and pulled out only to be replaced by a cock, her throat fucked as long as it took for the man to cum in her mouth and all over her face, then the monster gag replaced and inflated. Her cunt and ass were reamed over and over, she was violated by cocks, fingers, fists, and assorted objects she couldn't even begin to guess about. They never fucked her long enough to make her cum. --- "ARGH!" she screamed as the duct tape was yanked from over her eyes. She felt eyebrows and skin ripped away with the tape. "Hello? Hello?" she asked the darkness. "It can still talk?" "We haven't done the vocal cord operation yet." She felt hands smearing some kind of cool ointment or jelly on her belly. She trembled listening to them talk. "What's the holdup?" "Nobody really wants her." She felt something slipping up into her pussy then heard a machine turn on. She felt suction and realized from the slurping sounds that they were using a Shop Vac to clean the cum out of her pussy. "Look at her. Is that a body you imagine anyone in the group wanting to fuck?" She felt a hand shaking her breast, another one opening her cunt lips wider. "I see what you mean. She's useful enough here to make a few bucks though." "These guys will fuck anything, but you're right. And she's the one who came sniffing around wanting us to use her, right?" They both laughed. She felt someone pulling hard at her nipples. "Well, we're using her." They laughed again. "What about the group, though?" "I doubt anyone's even going to look at her until after the surgeries. Then, I'll bet she'll be popular." Daisy felt panic flood her brain. "Surgeries?" she asked. They both laughed and she heard the sound of duct tape being pulled off of a roll. She felt it pressed over her mouth and smoothed down. "Fucking bigmouthed bitch." He pulled the hose out of her cunt and pushed it up her ass. She closed her eyes as the suction cleaned her out. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to cum from what they were doing but she couldn't move a muscle, every inch of her was secured. She wondered what they used. Tape? Fabric? "All right, give her the injection and let's get this over with." Daisy felt a needle pushed into her shoulder and was asleep in seconds. --- Daisy woke and opened her eyes. The light was blinding. It had to be later morning or early afternoon, Sunday from what she could guess. She sat up and looked around and immediately panicked. She was laying in the flower garden that ran alongside her house. She got to her knees and ran her hands down her sides, trying to wipe off the dirt and mud that had caked on her while she lay there. Her eyes darted left and right, terrified that one of the neighbors might see her. Or Ben. Fuck! Where was Ben?! She crawled to the gate and opened it, slid through and crept along the side of the house to the back door. It was locked but there was a key underneath one of the loose stones in the walkway. Daisy picked up the key and slid it into the back door lock. There was nobody in the back room or the kitchen. So far, so good. If she could get to the bathroom, she had a chance. She'd worry about the marks all over her body later, for now she had to get washed up and get into some clothes. Daisy stood perfectly still there in the back room, listening to the sounds of the house. If she only knew where Ben was! He might still be asleep -- after all it was the weekend. Or he might be out running errands. Was this the third weekend? He would be out playing golf with his friends. Or did they cancel it this month? Daisy felt another gush of cum ooze out between her legs and reached with her hand to wipe it. She felt her face turn red and her stomach tighten -- she didn't even know which hole it had come out of and that made her want to retch. She pictured it -- herself leaning forward and spewing pints of cum instead of food -- and the picture was too much for her, she felt it coming up in the back of her throat and ran recklessly toward the bathroom, no time for caution now, she had to get to the bowl before she vomited all over the hallway. As she ran past the space between the back room and the bathroom, she heard voices and caught a glimpse of two men out of the corner of her eye. It was Ben. And Peter. Daisy stumbled into the bathroom, fell to her knees and hung her head over the edge of the loo. She started crying and throwing up, the thick white cum splashing into the water and back into her face. She was dry-heaving for a long time, the stench and sight of the cum making her sick all over again, long after her belly was empty. The pain in her middle was sharp and her body was shaking when she heard their voices at the door. "You see? That's what you're married to." "Bloody hell!" Ben muttered. He stormed away and down the hall. Daisy yelled "Ben!" but she heard a door slam shut and then nothing but silence. "Get up," Peter said in an icy voice. "Peter, I..." Peter clapped his hands and two huge men, bouncer types with tight black shirts and skintight black jeans, rushed into the room. They took hold of Daisy, one on each arm, and held her upright a few feet in front of Peter. Peter's hand dug into his pocket. "You will not speak unless you are told to," Peter said calmly as he wrapped the collar around Daisy's neck then buckled it shut. He pressed a button and she screamed as a strong current went across the two little metal studs that pressed against her throat. She collapsed on the floor. "Get up. You have work to do. You're mine now." Daisy got to her feet slowly, still smarting from the shock. "Ben is going to sell you to me. And I am going to take you with me to America. Where you will work the streets for me as a common whore until I get tired of you." "But, Peter...arghh!" Daisy shut up as Peter let go of the button. "Or, I might turn you into the thing you've always wanted to be. My own little punana." He turned and walked away. "Don't bother packing. We already have everything you need in the car." He continued walking. Daisy slipped down the wall and onto the bathroom floor, crying uncontrollably. In just five minutes, Peter had destroyed her entire life. The two men stood in the doorway for another three or four minutes before they motioned for her to follow them. Completely defeated now, Daisy got up slowly and, with trembling legs, followed them into her bedroom. Daisy looked around. Peter had been thorough. The closet doors were open and all of her clothes and shoes were gone. The dresser drawers had been pulled out and stacked on the floor, all of them empty. She looked around and saw that all the photos of her and Ben were gone, as well as all of her jewelry. One of the men motioned toward the bed. Daisy looked. There was a jet black workout outfit, just top and pants, and a pair of black leather mules. She nodded obediently. "Shower and dress and say goodbye to your old life. You have ten minutes," he said, then the two of them left, leaving the door open behind them. Daisy wanted to drop to the bed and cry but already her body was taking over for her mind. She was going to America. She was going to be Peter's property. He was going to use her any way he saw fit. She masturbated in the hot shower and came twice.
Daniel is 14 years old, he is 5 ft 1 in tall and very skinny. He also has an 8.5 inch cock and I taught him how to use it. My name is Michelle and this is how it all started Daniel had been coming over to my house for the last month, I had arranged it with his parents because he needed something to do during the summer. Every Wednesday he came over to clean my gardens and help out around the house with stuff I didn't have time for or couldn't do for myself. I hadn't noticed anything different for the first two weeks but then i noticed that my underwear drawer was disturbed, I have a tendency to just throw stuff into the drawer but i found my vibrator at the front of the drawer when i always keep it at the back, my nephew was perving out on me!. that was when it all made sense, every time he came over he would disappear into the "bathroom" 3 or 4 times, was he spanking himself off thinking about me?. the more I thought of it the more worked up I got about it but it wasn't anger, I was actually flattered by it and more than a little turned on. on the third week I set up everything to make sure he was doing what i thought he was, I put my dildo to the back of my drawer and put my sexiest undies on the top (open crotch), I also left the curtains pulled with enough of a gap that I could see everything that happened in the room. the final touch was to put a porn mag that I had poking out from underneath my pillow, I hoped he liked lesbian porn, its all I have. :) when he arrived I made sure i was sunbathing on a blanket in the back garden with my headphones in my ears (no music playing, I wanted to hear the gate open) but instead of wearing a bikini of which I have quite a few, I wore a matching, skimpy, almost see thru bra and thong and a pair of sunglasses. I knew he was standing there, i heard the gate opening and it took a few minutes before he said hello and when he did you could hear the nervousness in his voice. I told him i needed him to cut the grass and trim the verge. I didnt let on that I was aware of him being in the garden, I just lay there peeking at him through the sunglasses, he was constantly checking me out as he worked. He had been working for nearly an hour when he told me he was going to the bathroom, this was it!! as soon as he went inside I ran over to my bedroom window, I was there when he opened the door and crept inside. The cheeky little shit was in my bedroom... he went straight for my drawer, as soon as he opened it I could read the expression on his face, pure shock, he lifted them out and sniffed at what little crotch there was on them, after he put them down he reached in and took out my vibe, he sniffed it and then licked it, he wouldn't do that if he knew where it had been( thats another story). I was getting so worked up but i couldn't do anything in the garden, even though nobody could see into the garden I wasn't willing to risk it. he unzipped his trousers and pulled down his pants, O.M.F.G he was well endowed.. bigger than some of the guys id been with. he turned on the vibe and started rubbing it over his cock and between and around his balls while doing this he started working his cock with his other hand, I was getting sooo horny watching this. that was when he did something totally unexpected, he put my vibrator to his ass and started working the tip in and out while wanking himself, after a few seconds he grabbed a pair of my knickers and started wanking himself into them. I watched as he started to cum and he shook so much, I thought he was going to pass out. he shot all over my knickers.. after a few seconds he finished wiping his cum all over my knickers and he put them at the back of the drawer along with my vibe. he didn't even see the porn mag, i was so turned on!! I was lying on the blanket when he came out and he went back to work, now I knew!!! the following Wednesday when he came over it was raining so I made sure I was having a shower when he was supposed to arrive, the towel i had around me was barely enough to cover my nipples and you could see the bottom of my ass, I answered the door to him in the towel and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, I invited him in and told him to put the kettle on, when i finally went into the sitting room he was sitting on the armchair and he had a cup of tea and there was one made for me too. i walked in with the towel wrapped around me and drying my hair, I wrapped my hair and I told him there was something i needed to talk to him about. I told him to come with me and i led him to my bedroom, as soon as we went into the room he started shaking and i told him to sit down on the bed, i went over to my dresser and opened the top drawer and took out my knickers and held them out in front of his face, "can you explain the stains on these?" he just went red and looked at the floor and said "I don't know" That's when i told him that I had been watching what he was doing, he started to cry!! "please don't tell my parents" I sat on the bed beside him and the towel opened, he just stared at my tits and I slowly covered them with the towel. "Have you been fantasizing about me when you do that?" "yes" then i reached in and lifted out the vibe.. "how many times have you played with this?" "A few" He was still staring at my tits :) "do you have a girlfriend Daniel?" "no" "OK we need to do something about this, but if we do then you are not allowed to tell anyone about it or I will tell your parents I found you snooping around in my underwear and I'll show them the knickers. I will really get you into trouble...understand?" "yes" I stood up and let the towel fall to the floor and I was standing in front of him totally naked, his eyes flickered between my tits and my pussy, God I wanted him so much!!! "Lie back" "What?" "lie back on the bed!" he lay back and i moved over to stand over him, he was trembling as i stood there. then i leaned over and opened the belt of his jeans then i undid the button and then the zip, He grunted and really shook, I could guess what had just happened. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pants together and I told him to lift his ass off the bed, I pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, then i pulled off his shoes and socks and then his jeans and boxers hit the floor, there he was in all his glory and i was loving it... i guessed 10 inches at the time but it turned out to be nine and a half, i got him to sit up and i helped him take off his t shirt, now we were both naked and i was so ready but I didn't want to scare him, i lifted up his boxers and turned them inside out so i could see the cum he just shot, I let him see it and then i sniffed it and slowly licked the wet patch, he was rock hard. I let his boxers drop and I straddled his legs and sat on his thighs, my tits were right in front of his face and his cock was only a few inches from my soaking wet pussy, "Suck my nipples Daniel!" he leaned forward and licked my nipple, it was like an electric shock, then he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it, I lifted his other hand and put it on my other tit and told him he could touch my tits any time we were together like this, he was very timid in his touch so i told him i liked firm hands and that he was to play with my nipples and that he could even pinch them. I very soon had to tell him not so hard with the pinching but i was loving it, I pushed him back so he was lying down and i leaned forward and kissed him passionately, I could feel his tongue rubbing at my lips tentatively so i opened my mouth more and slid my tongue into his mouth, he was trembling and i knew why, i could feel his cock tapping off my mound, I could remember my first time and how nervous i was. I arched my back so my pussy was on his belly, I could feel his cock tapping between my ass cheeks and I started rolling my hips so his cock was prodding me in between my ass and pussy, he was less than an inch away from my pussy, O.M.F.G I wanted him inside me. "Are you OK?" "yes" he sounded so timid but in his place I think I would be freaking out too.. "How turned on are you Dan? Would you fuck me if i let you?" "yes i would love to" I slid back onto his cock, it was resting right up against my pussy and I could feel him trying to push it in, I could let him inside me but if he shot his load inside me he could get me pregnant! I was due my period in the next few days. I pushed down, taking him all the way inside, I pushed all the way onto him, he was fucking huge, a little uncomfortable but felt really good.... then he blew his load. I could feel it shoot inside me, he was shaking and grunting and then it was over, i sat on top of him and i started to fuck his cock rising and falling on it taking it as deep as i could, I could feel his cock pushing all the way inside me and i was loving it, he was trying to push up into me faster so I told him to relax and let me do all the work. It didn't take long before he was ready to cum again but i was getting closer to it myself, i could feel the familiar flutter and the slow buildup of pressure that meant I was getting close. Daniel started pushing into me again and he was getting more urgent, he was coming again and I wasnt close yet, I could feel him stiffen inside me and he shot another load of cum into me, he wanted me to stop saying he was too sensitive but I kept fucking him until I finally came, It was such an intense orgasm, my legs felt weak. I waited until I came down off the glow of orgasmic heaven. I slid off his cock and took it into my mouth, i loved it. I knew there was a possibility of me being in trouble but that was definitely the best fuck i have had with a guy in a long time... I look forward to hearing what you all think. Michelle
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 06 Daisy is given to the third prisoner who uses hot peppers. [Day 3 (Monday) - evening] Daisy opened her eyes but everything was still black. She blinked, squeezed them shut, opened them again. "The effect on the optic nerve lasts a bit longer than the rest." Daisy shuddered. The drug Kira used on her had unnerved her, it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The blindness was frightening but it was nothing like the other sensations she'd experienced. At least they were gone. "Your eyes will be back to normal in another hour or so." Daisy didn't recognize the man's voice. "That gives me plenty of time with you. And I don't even have to blindfold you." She felt a hand on the inside of her right thigh. It slid slowly between her knee and her crotch, just grazing the surface of her flesh. She tried to move her arm, felt the leather straps at her wrists and elbows. "Shhh...just relax." His hand slapped the inside of her thigh hard. She tried to move but felt straps at her knees and ankles too. "There's no point struggling. You may as well just lay back and try to relax." He slapped her again, harder this time. "You won't need your sight for what I want." She felt his hand cupping her cunt, his fingers gently probing. "In fact, it's probably better that you don't see what's going to happen to you." He removed his hand and Daisy was lost in the darkness again. She heard him moving around, heard a paper bag open. "Now, let's see," the voice said. She felt something rubbing along the inside of her right leg. It felt slightly cool and oily and damp. "Nice, isn't it?" She closed her eyes and let him touch her. It felt nice. Her body was exhausted from four days of non-stop abuse. She let herself relax. Maybe he was a rapist. A serial rapist with no twisted kinks, no sadistic tendencies, no sociopath behaviors, just a nice, old-fashioned rapist. Whatever he was touching her with moved up to her cunt lips. She felt it gliding over her clitoris and a rush of arousal sent a shudder through her. She raised her hips, pressed hard against it. "I've been in here for seven years now," he said softly. She felt a mouth closing around her right nipple, lips wet and gentle. Her body responded, nipples stiffening, cunt getting more and more wet. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me." "My name is Edward, dear. Do you want to know why they locked me up?" Daisy ground her hips against the cushion, opened herself up as much as she could with her body retrained the way it was. "Fuck me, Edward, please fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over. He pushed something up inside her. It was firm and small and slid inside easily. She felt something pressing against her clit again. "They say they're never going to let me out." He pressed another one into her body, she moaned louder. He rubbed her clitoris and sucked harder at her nipple. She started to shake as she got closer to cumming. "I think your body is going to be able to take it. None of the other bodies could take it," he said in a cold voice. She was trembling, starting to feel afraid but too distracted by the orgasm that was building up inside her. "What did you do?" she murmured, squirming, grinding her hips. "What did you do?" "Can I put another one up inside you?" he purred. "Tell me I can put another one inside you." "What...are they?" His voice was even colder, more distant. "Just beg me for another one. Now." She felt something at the mouth of her cunt and came, jerking and humping, moaning loud, begging, "yes, yes, put more of them into me, more, more...fill up my pussy..." The muscles of her legs, arms, and neck all strained as she came and came. She felt him pushing something deep inside her, then heard his voice from far away say, "get ready, get ready, get ready..." then something else was entering her, something long and hard and then he started twisting it and her insides exploded with pain and she was screaming, her body tense, eyes squeezed hard, unable to breathe, screaming now, hoarse, but still screaming as the fire spread through her cunt and her lower belly and everything was hot white hot heat until she passed out. --- "Daisy." She heard the cold, commanding voice and turned her head. Her sight was returning slowly. She could make out his shadow but not his face. "That's better. Now, you're going to suck my cock, then we're going to do it all again." He touched her belly. "It's terrible, isn't it?" She nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, horrible..." He stroked the side of her face with his hand. Daisy whimpered and cried. Her insides were still burning but it was bearable now. "I'm not done with you," he promised. She saw his cock in front of her face and opened her mouth. He pushed deep into her mouth, into her throat, fucking her face slow and deep, gagging her. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw the metal table behind him, an open brown paper bag laying on its side. Next to the bag, there was a pile of green jalapenos. And a small wooden spoon, coated with mashed pepper and seeds. As he fucked her face, she realized what had happened, why she'd passed out. He'd pushed four of the peppers up inside her, then smashed them with the spoon. She gagged on his cock, terrified, knowing he was going to do it again. "You seem distracted, dear," Edward said. "You've been looking at my peppers, haven't you?" He pressed his hand against the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, holding her there. He pinched her nose shut with his other hand. She couldn't breathe and started to struggle but there was no give in any of the straps. "That's all they will let me use on you, though I keep asking for more." He pumped her head up and down, his cock fucking her throat. "It still gives me a rush, but not the same as before. As before they caught me." She started seeing spots in front of her eyes and panic spread through her. "I guess that's the price I have to pay." He jerked his cock out of her mouth and let go of her nose at the same time. She gasped for air and watched him walk around the platform again. He undid the straps that held her and then helped her into a sitting position. "Stand up." She edged off the cot and stood on the floor, holding the edge of the cot for balance. Edward stepped a few feet back and looked at her. "Fucked out little tramp," he said with a sneer. "Still, though, a lot fucking sexier than some of the women I've had." He picked up one of the peppers and handed it to her. "You're going to learn how to give a man a real good ride." She held the pepper in her hand, nervous and anxious. "Lean over here and get my cock nice and hard and wet." Daisy bent over and took his half-stiff cock in her mouth. She sucked it until it was stiff, coated it with spit then looked up at him. He was smiling, a sick, twisted smile that made her recoil. "Turn around." She did and he pushed his cock deep into her ass with a single stroke. "Good. Now, start fucking me." She began to hump backward at his cock, feeling it slide in and out of her ass. It felt nice compared to everything she'd been through so far. "Not bad for a little ass whore like you. But, we need to make it a little more interesting. I want you to split the pepper open with your thumbs." Puzzled but obedient, Daisy pushed her thumbs into the pepper, feeling it split open. A few seeds dropped to the floor. Edward's fucking slowed, he stood still, half-impaling her on his cock. "Turn it inside out." Daisy's fingers trembled as she started turning the pepper in her hand, more seeds falling onto the floor, some sticking to her fingers. He slid into her deep again, slow, then pulled halfway out and stayed still. "Now, push it up into your cunt." "No...no," she moaned. He couldn't be serious, she thought, but then she shook her head. Of course he was serious, he'd just done the same thing to her, why wouldn't he do it again? But to expect her to do it to herself? No, he was crazy. "Are you waiting for something?" he taunted. He grabbed her throat with his hand, squeezed hard, pulled her backward. He shoved his cock into her ass hard again, heard her grunt. "Do it, or I'll do it for you. And I have a whole bag of these." Daisy began to cry but started moving her hand toward her crotch. She was an inch away from her cunt when she shook her head and cried, "no, I can't" and dropped the peppers on the ground. Edward laughed, pulled his cock out of her ass, and pushed her back on the bed. "Get on your back, bitch!" Daisy rolled on her side and squeezed her legs together, muttering "no, no, no..." Edward stared at her, angry, hate raging in his eyes. "Open your legs!" Daisy curled up even more, arms wrapped around her knees now. "Doc! Doc!" he screamed. The door burst open and Dr. G stormed in. He grabbed Daisy by the wrists and leaned into her face. "Do you know what you are doing here? Do you know that you are fucking with my grant money? I can't afford to have a little whore like you fucking up my research!" He let go and slapped her, back and forth, over and over. " You are not in any position to say no to any of these patients, do you understand?" Daisy nodded, sobbing, "yes, yes, I'm sorry, doctor, yes..." Dr. G took her face in his hands and pulled her close. "Do you realize that with just one or two treatments, I could completely reduce you to a mindless vegetable? You would be nothing but a toy for these perverts? For these deviates? A drooling, cumming, mass of pussy and pain? Do you realize that?" Daisy nodded and begged for another chance. "Peter and Bill have already signed papers. It is my decision, do you understand? My decision. This program must go on. And you will not stop it, you will not stop me, you will not stand in the way of my success!" He pulled her up, spun around and threw her to the floor. He ran his arm over the table and swiped the half-dozen peppers onto the ground. "Get them!" he barked. "I want to see them opened and up inside your filthy cunt hole in sixty seconds! Now! Do It!!" Daisy scrambled and grabbed the first pepper, split it and tried to push it up inside but couldn't. The fear was too much for her. She got to her knees in front of him and begged, "I can't, I can't, I can't..." Dr. G waved a hand and four big interns stormed into the room, followed by Peter and David. Daisy's eyes pleaded with Peter but his face was emotionless. The interns carried her to the bed and held her legs open. Peter walked around the other side of the bed and pressed her shoulders flat. He leaned forward and said gently, "stop it. This is why you're here, this is why I brought you here. This is the only reason I wanted you here. This is what you do, don't you understand? This is what you are for." She cried and looked at him. "Only for you, only for...ARGHHH!" Edward pushed his fingers deep inside her, grinding the pulpy insides of the pepper into her open pussy. She struggled and squirmed as he ground all six of them, one after the other, up into her cunt. Her eyes locked on Peter's, her mouth repeating her mantra, "only for you, only for you..." until finally she passed out from the pain. --- Daisy drifted awake and heard Peter talking with the doctor. They were talking about the grant money. They were talking about the foundation. About the risks they were taking. About her. Peter was sure she would go through with anything he told her to. She was completely obedient to him. Bill reassured the doctor. He'd been monitoring everything since her arrival, the trip up north, the glory holes, the constant fucking and abuse, her eagerness to go further and further. Then, she heard Peter talking about her and laughing. "There's nothing she won't do if I tell her to. She's just an animal, a cunt, she's barely even human." She felt her stomach twist. "You keep paying me and I'll keep her on her back taking whatever they can dish out. Believe me, I don't care as along as I get paid." He was talking about her like a piece of property, an animal he owned and was offering to the doctor for his experiments. And he was doing it all for money. Dr G raised concerns about her ability to go on, but Peter said it wasn't his concern. He was certain she could take it. And if not, he would find someone else. She felt lower than ever now, less than a dog, less than a pet. And she started crying because she realized it turned her on. Her pussy was aching to be touched, her nipples stiff and hard. She put her hand between her legs and started masturbating. She heard Peter from far off telling the doctor and Bill to look at her, to watch her, and she fingered herself harder and faster, pushing her fingers into her cunt, mashing the jalapenos, scooping them out and smearing them on her cunt lips, then pushing globs of the green gunk into her mouth and ass, all of her holes on fire now. She came and came while they watched and talked and laughed.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 07 Daisy gets a day off but spends it in a very special chair. [Day 4 (Tuesday)] Daisy rolled over. The room was quiet, the bed soft and warm. The sun was streaming through the curtains, a bright white stripe ran across the bed and made a diagonal line up the opposite wall. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she swept the room. Closet. Dresser. Full length mirror. And a figure. Donna. She was sitting in the armchair in the corner, shrouded in shadow but easy enough to recognize. Donna scared Daisy. All she seemed to know was how to cause pain. Daisy recalled when she first met Donna just four days ago - she thought she was a man with her flat chest, short hair, and "jeans and t-shirt" look. This time, she was dressed in a dark gray business suit, her hair slicked back, her shoes shiny leather with spiked heels. She was holding a knife. "Ah, you're awake." Donna leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, the long blade of the knife dangling toward the floor now. "Come here, you little pig." Daisy pushed back the covers and approached her. "On your knees." Daisy knelt. "Offer me your throat." Daisy trembled. She leaned her head back, stretching her neck until it hurt. It was long and thin in the semi-dark room and very, very white. She felt the cool tip of the knife against her chin. She held her breath, dug her nails into her palms, tried to stay calm. The blade slid slowly along her skin, Donna stopping every few inches to press it in and hold it. Daisy was terrified, frozen solid, unsure exactly how crazy this woman was. It excited her, the feeling of being totally at Donna's mercy. "I hear you spent some time with Edward last night," Donna purred. Daisy was afraid to answer, afraid to move. "I love Edward. He understands pain." She slid the knife down between Daisy's breasts. "I followed his case in the newspapers." She lifted the knife from Daisy's flesh, lowered it between her legs. Daisy felt the handle of the knife pushing hard against her cunt lips. Donna slid it back and forth and Daisy's body started to respond. She moaned and started humping slowly, greedily. "Fucking pig," Donna laughed. "Fucking painslut pig." She stood up. "Come on, Peter wants to see you." Daisy shook herself, trying to clear her head. She was so turned on she could barely think. Her legs trembled as she followed Donna down the hallway toward the kitchen. Peter was standing at the stove cooking breakfast. Bill and David were sitting at the table, sipping coffee and reading magazines. Donna took a seat next to Bill. "You've got today off," he announced. Daisy looked at him, puzzled. "Sit down, grab some coffee." Daisy stood still, staring. "And put on some clothes." She looked own at herself and saw she was naked. She was naked so often, she no longer noticed. Bill stared at her and shook his head. To her complete shock, she blushed. Blushing was more painfully humiliating than she could imagine and she ran down the hall to her room. When she came back, wrapped in a long, light blue robe, Peter invited her to sit. Bill brought her coffee and orange juice and Peter put a plate of ham, eggs and toast in front of her. Daisy stared at it. What were they expecting? Was there something in it? Would they make her eat it with her fingers? With no hands at all? She saw herself leaning forward, pushing her face into the plate, lapping up the eggs, chewing on the ham while they watched and laughed. She felt her cunt getting wet. She imagined them pushing her even further, mashing up the food and spilling it on the floor, pushing her to her knees, pushing her face to the ground, making her lick the food off the tiles. She slid her hand between her legs and started touching her cunt. She remembered Peter while they were in Las Vegas. He'd made her eat a meal then shoved his cock so far down her throat that all of the meal came back up. She closed her eyes and pictured herself on her knees, his cock plunging deep into her mouth, heard herself gagging and felt the sensations in her stomach and neck, all the time rubbing her cunt faster, bucking in the chair now, fucking herself to the obscene, degrading scenes she was imagining. "Daisy!" Peter barked. Her hand froze and she opened her eyes. They were all staring at her. "Eat," he said calmly, handing her a fork. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She wasn't very hungry. She'd eaten so little the last few days her body had adjusted. She took a few forkfuls of egg and a sip of coffee than told him she was full. He just nodded and finished his meal while she sat and watched. When everyone finished eating, they brought Daisy into one of the play rooms. "Today is a day off for you," Peter repeated. "You are just going to sit here and relax." He motioned to a high-backed wooden chair, the only piece of furniture in the room. Daisy sat, puzzled, not knowing what to expect. She looked from Donna to Bill to Peter to David but nobody gave her any indication of what was to come. For some reason, that scared her more than what she'd been through earlier with Donna. "Sit up straight," Peter said. Daisy lifted her shoulders, straightened her back. He raised a hand and she braced for a blow across her chest. She was still aroused from her fantasy at breakfast and looked forward to any kind of contact. But Peter just stroked her cheek gently. She leaned into his hand. "David, could you bring in the rest of the rig?" Peter asked. "Sure," David said. He left but came back quickly pushing a cart. Peter opened the front of the cart and started metal stands and brackets and other gear. Daisy sat still as Peter set up the equipment around her. She watched with growing anticipation as he added more and more pieces to the contraption. When he was finished, she understood its purpose almost immediately. It was a diabolical kind of free-standing cage. Flat strips of metal hovered over nearly every inch of her body. Up and down the fronts, back, and sides of her arms and legs, across her chest, up her neck and around her head. The insides of these strips were dotted with small, dull spikes every few inches. If she relaxed her spine or let her arms or legs move more than a few centimeters in any direction, she would press against those nubs. She would have to sit perfectly still, spine erect, chest pushed forward, to not scrape against them. Still, though, it would be uncomfortable but not really painful. Peter went back to the cart and took a triangular wooden wedge out of a drawer. He motioned to Donna and David who moved in and raised Daisy's bottom slightly off of the seat. Peter slid the wood between her thighs, pushing it until it was directly underneath her. When Donna and David set her back down, she felt it right away - they'd effectively put her on a smaller version of the famous wooden pony. Peter adjusted some of the metal strips to accommodate her new position. Daisy could already feel the discomfort in the tender flesh between her two holes. Peter took more devices out of the cart and rigged a water bottle in place in front of her, a nozzle just an inch from her mouth. If she leaned forward and pushed her tongue into the tube, she could get a drink anytime she needed it. He had her try it once or twice, adjusting it so it was in easy reach. "You're going to be here for quite a while," Peter said, "so try and get comfortable." He took a bucket from the cart and put it underneath the chair. "And you're probably going to need this eventually." Donna leaned forward and smiled at Daisy. "A day off. How nice." Daisy felt the pain between her legs and tightened her thighs, lifting her up just hand an inch or so, enough to relieve the pain for a few seconds. She couldn't hold it for long, though, and settled back down on the tip of the wooden wedge. "Well, there. That isn't so bad is it?" Peter asked. "No, Sir," Daisy said. "Good. Just one last thing then." He took a black box out of the bottom of the cart. Three wires hung from the box, two in front, one behind. Daisy recognized it immediately and began to beg. "Sir, no, please, no..." She started to shake and felt her chest contract as the fear spread through her. She was taking short, quick breaths and tried to calm herself down. Peter attached the two electrical leads to the base of the cage then plugged the third wire into the wall socket. She heard a hum and saw a red light flashing on top of the box. Peter set the box on the floor directly in front of her. "There we go, all set now." He nudged it with his foot. "Can you see it OK?" "Y...yes, Sir," she stammered, eyes wide, mouth trembling. She watched the red light blinking, counted the slow flashes. One. Two. Three. "Well, I think we can all go about our day now, don't you?" Peter asked. Bill nodded and the four of them got up to leave the room. "Please, please, Sir, you can't leave me here like this, please, oh please, Sir..." Daisy begged. Peter ignored her. When everyone else was gone, he flicked off the light and left, pulling the door closed behind him. Daisy was engulfed in complete darkness, the red blinking light the only thing keeping her company. -- The lights flooded the room and Daisy squinted and lowered her head. "No!" she thought and she tried to stop herself. Too late. Her chin touched the nearest electrode and she jerked back, her upper arms moving now, skin contacting more of the little probes, the shocks traveling through her body while she tried to will herself to freeze but the pain shot through her and she squirmed, opening her knees, the outsides of her legs getting shocked now, then her calves as she moved around, trying to find the exact location where she wasn't touching any part of the cage. It took only several seconds, but it was an eternity of pain for her. She sobbed and shook, trying desperately to catch her breath which came in short, quick gasps. "How is she doing?" Daisy heard the Doctor's voice ask. "I've been watching on the infrared," Donna answered. "She's tough, this one. She can take a lot more current if you like." Daisy heard the eager edge to Donna's voice, knew it was exciting her to even contemplate pushing up the voltage. "You're sick, just like Peter said," Doctor G sneered. "No, this is just fine." He leaned over and looked at Daisy. "How are you? Can you hear me? Do you know what I'm saying?" "Yes, Sir," Daisy replied. "She can still answer," the Doctor said, amused. "I don't know where Peter finds them." He looked at Donna, then at Daisy again. "I wonder how long this one will last." He reached between Daisy's back and the back of the chair and pushed her forward, pressing her chest hard into the cage. Daisy screamed and twisted, trying to get away, the current biting hard at her titties. Her arms went up then and she felt the shocks up and down from her wrists to her shoulders then her legs started moving too until every part of her was twitching and then everything went black. -- Donna was slapping her face when she woke. "There, that's better." Daisy blinked and saw her evil smile through wet eyes. Donna stepped back and swung the four metal strips that had been covering her face back into place. "You can turn the current back on, Doctor," Donna said. Daisy immediately felt up and down her body, making sure nothing was touching any of the studs. She saw the red light start blinking again but there was no pain. She was safe for now. "So, you're saying you'll pay me to do that?" Donna asked. Daisy wondered what she'd missed when she was passed out. "Look, Peter seems to have some attachment to this thing and I can't afford to have his sentimentality interfering with my treatment." Doctor G took a notebook out of his pocket and wrote something down. He showed it to Donna. Donna's face broke into a grin. She looked at Daisy, her eyes roaming from her ankles to her crotch to her belly to her face. "I'll have this animal broken by the end of the week." She looked at Daisy's chest again and smiled. "Peter may be able to find them, but in the end, I'm the one who has to break them." She leaned closer to Daisy. "Isn't that right, you freak?" Daisy trembled, "y..es, Mistress." "And not a word of this to Peter. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Daisy promised. "Do you understand?" Donna repeated, louder this time. "Yes, Mistress." "You are mine, you worthless piece of meat. We've already done the paperwork. Nobody is expecting you to come home. You thought this was a two week vacation. You were wrong. This is your new life. Welcome to it." "She won't last," the Doctor said, staring at Daisy like an animal in a cage. "They never do," Donna said. She turned to the Doctor. "Is that a problem?" He shook his head. "Cost of doing business." They turned off the lights and left her in the darkness again. Daisy sat as still as she could. Her mind was racing. What did Donna mean that nobody was expecting her to come home? Donna didn't even know her, Peter had set up the whole trip. Hadn't he? Her head spun. She was getting tired of sitting, her body restless, muscles aching. She let her leg drift to the side and bit her lip as the shock jolted her. She slumped slightly and her shoulders and chest were shocked. She kept moving in and out of balance, small shocks keeping her on edge. The wooden wedge between her legs was agony. She moved forward and back when she could but always at the risk of another jolt of electricity. Sometime in the early afternoon, she let go of the load in her bladder, feeling it spread warm and wet along the undersides of her legs and drip off the back of the chair. After several hours, she couldn't take it anymore and started screaming insanely, pushing her arms and legs against the electrodes, feeling the pain course through her body, screaming again long and loud, pressing her titties against the metal strips, even sticking out her tongue, then opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around one of the small studs. She jerked her crotch back and forth on the wedge, felt the sensations between her legs, tried to make herself cum, screamed louder with frustration that she couldn't. Donna opened the door slowly and turned on the light, stood and stared with a satisfied look on her face. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Daisy screamed, still grinding and humping at the wedge, still pressing her flesh into the metal that was shooting current into her body. "Magnificent animal," Donna taunted. She reached her hand between Daisy's legs and Daisy humped hard and fast, shrieking as she came and pushed her body harder against the metal. Donna knelt on the floor in front of Daisy and stared into her eyes. "Beg." Daisy knew immediately what she wanted. "Turn it up, please, Mistress, turn it up, turn...ARRGHHHH!!!!" Donna turned the knob and pushed her fingers harder against Daisy's cunt. She came again, screaming wildly and jerking against the metal. She was drooling and snot was running down her face, her body tense and arched, face pressed hard against the studs there too. The Doctor came into the room and took the control box from Donna, turned the power off. Daisy collapsed against the cage, soaked in sweat and completely limp. She was muttering and crying, her hips still humping the wedge, lips trembling and flecked with foam. Tears ran down her face. "Remove the wedge," the Doctor told Donna. She slid her hand between Daisy's legs and started to slide the wedge forward. She stopped halfway and started lifting the end up. Daisy screamed as the pain shot through her crotch and up into her back and belly. Donna lifted it higher and higher, Daisy's ass came up off the seat but her legs had no strength to hold her. Finally, Donna jerked the wood away and Daisy fell back to the chair, moaning and shaking. "Let her rest," the Doctor said. Donna snapped at him. "Fuck you, this is my show." She flipped the current back on and Daisy jerked, scrambling frantically to get back into her neutral position. "See? She's fine," Donna said. Doctor G looked at Daisy. She was a complete wreck but he couldn't resist letting his eyes feast on her firm, tanned, sweat-soaked flesh. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" Donna taunted. The Doctor didn't answer. Donna pressed her hand against his crotch. "You've got a hard on. Not the professional research you try to pretend you are, hm?" she laughed. Doctor G whispered, "fuck you," and walked back out the door. Donna leaned toward Daisy. "Men like little whores like you," she said. "Luck for them, there's women like me to keep you in your place." She got up and followed him back into the corridor, pulling the door closed. Daisy was alone in the dark with the red light again.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 06 Daisy is given to the third prisoner who uses hot peppers. [Day 3 (Monday) - evening] Daisy opened her eyes but everything was still black. She blinked, squeezed them shut, opened them again. "The effect on the optic nerve lasts a bit longer than the rest." Daisy shuddered. The drug Kira used on her had unnerved her, it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The blindness was frightening but it was nothing like the other sensations she'd experienced. At least they were gone. "Your eyes will be back to normal in another hour or so." Daisy didn't recognize the man's voice. "That gives me plenty of time with you. And I don't even have to blindfold you." She felt a hand on the inside of her right thigh. It slid slowly between her knee and her crotch, just grazing the surface of her flesh. She tried to move her arm, felt the leather straps at her wrists and elbows. "Shhh...just relax." His hand slapped the inside of her thigh hard. She tried to move but felt straps at her knees and ankles too. "There's no point struggling. You may as well just lay back and try to relax." He slapped her again, harder this time. "You won't need your sight for what I want." She felt his hand cupping her cunt, his fingers gently probing. "In fact, it's probably better that you don't see what's going to happen to you." He removed his hand and Daisy was lost in the darkness again. She heard him moving around, heard a paper bag open. "Now, let's see," the voice said. She felt something rubbing along the inside of her right leg. It felt slightly cool and oily and damp. "Nice, isn't it?" She closed her eyes and let him touch her. It felt nice. Her body was exhausted from four days of non-stop abuse. She let herself relax. Maybe he was a rapist. A serial rapist with no twisted kinks, no sadistic tendencies, no sociopath behaviors, just a nice, old-fashioned rapist. Whatever he was touching her with moved up to her cunt lips. She felt it gliding over her clitoris and a rush of arousal sent a shudder through her. She raised her hips, pressed hard against it. "I've been in here for seven years now," he said softly. She felt a mouth closing around her right nipple, lips wet and gentle. Her body responded, nipples stiffening, cunt getting more and more wet. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me." "My name is Edward, dear. Do you want to know why they locked me up?" Daisy ground her hips against the cushion, opened herself up as much as she could with her body retrained the way it was. "Fuck me, Edward, please fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over. He pushed something up inside her. It was firm and small and slid inside easily. She felt something pressing against her clit again. "They say they're never going to let me out." He pressed another one into her body, she moaned louder. He rubbed her clitoris and sucked harder at her nipple. She started to shake as she got closer to cumming. "I think your body is going to be able to take it. None of the other bodies could take it," he said in a cold voice. She was trembling, starting to feel afraid but too distracted by the orgasm that was building up inside her. "What did you do?" she murmured, squirming, grinding her hips. "What did you do?" "Can I put another one up inside you?" he purred. "Tell me I can put another one inside you." "What...are they?" His voice was even colder, more distant. "Just beg me for another one. Now." She felt something at the mouth of her cunt and came, jerking and humping, moaning loud, begging, "yes, yes, put more of them into me, more, more...fill up my pussy..." The muscles of her legs, arms, and neck all strained as she came and came. She felt him pushing something deep inside her, then heard his voice from far away say, "get ready, get ready, get ready..." then something else was entering her, something long and hard and then he started twisting it and her insides exploded with pain and she was screaming, her body tense, eyes squeezed hard, unable to breathe, screaming now, hoarse, but still screaming as the fire spread through her cunt and her lower belly and everything was hot white hot heat until she passed out. --- "Daisy." She heard the cold, commanding voice and turned her head. Her sight was returning slowly. She could make out his shadow but not his face. "That's better. Now, you're going to suck my cock, then we're going to do it all again." He touched her belly. "It's terrible, isn't it?" She nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, horrible..." He stroked the side of her face with his hand. Daisy whimpered and cried. Her insides were still burning but it was bearable now. "I'm not done with you," he promised. She saw his cock in front of her face and opened her mouth. He pushed deep into her mouth, into her throat, fucking her face slow and deep, gagging her. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw the metal table behind him, an open brown paper bag laying on its side. Next to the bag, there was a pile of green jalapenos. And a small wooden spoon, coated with mashed pepper and seeds. As he fucked her face, she realized what had happened, why she'd passed out. He'd pushed four of the peppers up inside her, then smashed them with the spoon. She gagged on his cock, terrified, knowing he was going to do it again. "You seem distracted, dear," Edward said. "You've been looking at my peppers, haven't you?" He pressed his hand against the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, holding her there. He pinched her nose shut with his other hand. She couldn't breathe and started to struggle but there was no give in any of the straps. "That's all they will let me use on you, though I keep asking for more." He pumped her head up and down, his cock fucking her throat. "It still gives me a rush, but not the same as before. As before they caught me." She started seeing spots in front of her eyes and panic spread through her. "I guess that's the price I have to pay." He jerked his cock out of her mouth and let go of her nose at the same time. She gasped for air and watched him walk around the platform again. He undid the straps that held her and then helped her into a sitting position. "Stand up." She edged off the cot and stood on the floor, holding the edge of the cot for balance. Edward stepped a few feet back and looked at her. "Fucked out little tramp," he said with a sneer. "Still, though, a lot fucking sexier than some of the women I've had." He picked up one of the peppers and handed it to her. "You're going to learn how to give a man a real good ride." She held the pepper in her hand, nervous and anxious. "Lean over here and get my cock nice and hard and wet." Daisy bent over and took his half-stiff cock in her mouth. She sucked it until it was stiff, coated it with spit then looked up at him. He was smiling, a sick, twisted smile that made her recoil. "Turn around." She did and he pushed his cock deep into her ass with a single stroke. "Good. Now, start fucking me." She began to hump backward at his cock, feeling it slide in and out of her ass. It felt nice compared to everything she'd been through so far. "Not bad for a little ass whore like you. But, we need to make it a little more interesting. I want you to split the pepper open with your thumbs." Puzzled but obedient, Daisy pushed her thumbs into the pepper, feeling it split open. A few seeds dropped to the floor. Edward's fucking slowed, he stood still, half-impaling her on his cock. "Turn it inside out." Daisy's fingers trembled as she started turning the pepper in her hand, more seeds falling onto the floor, some sticking to her fingers. He slid into her deep again, slow, then pulled halfway out and stayed still. "Now, push it up into your cunt." "No...no," she moaned. He couldn't be serious, she thought, but then she shook her head. Of course he was serious, he'd just done the same thing to her, why wouldn't he do it again? But to expect her to do it to herself? No, he was crazy. "Are you waiting for something?" he taunted. He grabbed her throat with his hand, squeezed hard, pulled her backward. He shoved his cock into her ass hard again, heard her grunt. "Do it, or I'll do it for you. And I have a whole bag of these." Daisy began to cry but started moving her hand toward her crotch. She was an inch away from her cunt when she shook her head and cried, "no, I can't" and dropped the peppers on the ground. Edward laughed, pulled his cock out of her ass, and pushed her back on the bed. "Get on your back, bitch!" Daisy rolled on her side and squeezed her legs together, muttering "no, no, no..." Edward stared at her, angry, hate raging in his eyes. "Open your legs!" Daisy curled up even more, arms wrapped around her knees now. "Doc! Doc!" he screamed. The door burst open and Dr. G stormed in. He grabbed Daisy by the wrists and leaned into her face. "Do you know what you are doing here? Do you know that you are fucking with my grant money? I can't afford to have a little whore like you fucking up my research!" He let go and slapped her, back and forth, over and over. " You are not in any position to say no to any of these patients, do you understand?" Daisy nodded, sobbing, "yes, yes, I'm sorry, doctor, yes..." Dr. G took her face in his hands and pulled her close. "Do you realize that with just one or two treatments, I could completely reduce you to a mindless vegetable? You would be nothing but a toy for these perverts? For these deviates? A drooling, cumming, mass of pussy and pain? Do you realize that?" Daisy nodded and begged for another chance. "Peter and Bill have already signed papers. It is my decision, do you understand? My decision. This program must go on. And you will not stop it, you will not stop me, you will not stand in the way of my success!" He pulled her up, spun around and threw her to the floor. He ran his arm over the table and swiped the half-dozen peppers onto the ground. "Get them!" he barked. "I want to see them opened and up inside your filthy cunt hole in sixty seconds! Now! Do It!!" Daisy scrambled and grabbed the first pepper, split it and tried to push it up inside but couldn't. The fear was too much for her. She got to her knees in front of him and begged, "I can't, I can't, I can't..." Dr. G waved a hand and four big interns stormed into the room, followed by Peter and David. Daisy's eyes pleaded with Peter but his face was emotionless. The interns carried her to the bed and held her legs open. Peter walked around the other side of the bed and pressed her shoulders flat. He leaned forward and said gently, "stop it. This is why you're here, this is why I brought you here. This is the only reason I wanted you here. This is what you do, don't you understand? This is what you are for." She cried and looked at him. "Only for you, only for...ARGHHH!" Edward pushed his fingers deep inside her, grinding the pulpy insides of the pepper into her open pussy. She struggled and squirmed as he ground all six of them, one after the other, up into her cunt. Her eyes locked on Peter's, her mouth repeating her mantra, "only for you, only for you..." until finally she passed out from the pain. --- Daisy drifted awake and heard Peter talking with the doctor. They were talking about the grant money. They were talking about the foundation. About the risks they were taking. About her. Peter was sure she would go through with anything he told her to. She was completely obedient to him. Bill reassured the doctor. He'd been monitoring everything since her arrival, the trip up north, the glory holes, the constant fucking and abuse, her eagerness to go further and further. Then, she heard Peter talking about her and laughing. "There's nothing she won't do if I tell her to. She's just an animal, a cunt, she's barely even human." She felt her stomach twist. "You keep paying me and I'll keep her on her back taking whatever they can dish out. Believe me, I don't care as along as I get paid." He was talking about her like a piece of property, an animal he owned and was offering to the doctor for his experiments. And he was doing it all for money. Dr G raised concerns about her ability to go on, but Peter said it wasn't his concern. He was certain she could take it. And if not, he would find someone else. She felt lower than ever now, less than a dog, less than a pet. And she started crying because she realized it turned her on. Her pussy was aching to be touched, her nipples stiff and hard. She put her hand between her legs and started masturbating. She heard Peter from far off telling the doctor and Bill to look at her, to watch her, and she fingered herself harder and faster, pushing her fingers into her cunt, mashing the jalapenos, scooping them out and smearing them on her cunt lips, then pushing globs of the green gunk into her mouth and ass, all of her holes on fire now. She came and came while they watched and talked and laughed.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 06 Daisy is given to the third prisoner who uses hot peppers. [Day 3 (Monday) - evening] Daisy opened her eyes but everything was still black. She blinked, squeezed them shut, opened them again. "The effect on the optic nerve lasts a bit longer than the rest." Daisy shuddered. The drug Kira used on her had unnerved her, it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The blindness was frightening but it was nothing like the other sensations she'd experienced. At least they were gone. "Your eyes will be back to normal in another hour or so." Daisy didn't recognize the man's voice. "That gives me plenty of time with you. And I don't even have to blindfold you." She felt a hand on the inside of her right thigh. It slid slowly between her knee and her crotch, just grazing the surface of her flesh. She tried to move her arm, felt the leather straps at her wrists and elbows. "Shhh...just relax." His hand slapped the inside of her thigh hard. She tried to move but felt straps at her knees and ankles too. "There's no point struggling. You may as well just lay back and try to relax." He slapped her again, harder this time. "You won't need your sight for what I want." She felt his hand cupping her cunt, his fingers gently probing. "In fact, it's probably better that you don't see what's going to happen to you." He removed his hand and Daisy was lost in the darkness again. She heard him moving around, heard a paper bag open. "Now, let's see," the voice said. She felt something rubbing along the inside of her right leg. It felt slightly cool and oily and damp. "Nice, isn't it?" She closed her eyes and let him touch her. It felt nice. Her body was exhausted from four days of non-stop abuse. She let herself relax. Maybe he was a rapist. A serial rapist with no twisted kinks, no sadistic tendencies, no sociopath behaviors, just a nice, old-fashioned rapist. Whatever he was touching her with moved up to her cunt lips. She felt it gliding over her clitoris and a rush of arousal sent a shudder through her. She raised her hips, pressed hard against it. "I've been in here for seven years now," he said softly. She felt a mouth closing around her right nipple, lips wet and gentle. Her body responded, nipples stiffening, cunt getting more and more wet. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me." "My name is Edward, dear. Do you want to know why they locked me up?" Daisy ground her hips against the cushion, opened herself up as much as she could with her body retrained the way it was. "Fuck me, Edward, please fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over. He pushed something up inside her. It was firm and small and slid inside easily. She felt something pressing against her clit again. "They say they're never going to let me out." He pressed another one into her body, she moaned louder. He rubbed her clitoris and sucked harder at her nipple. She started to shake as she got closer to cumming. "I think your body is going to be able to take it. None of the other bodies could take it," he said in a cold voice. She was trembling, starting to feel afraid but too distracted by the orgasm that was building up inside her. "What did you do?" she murmured, squirming, grinding her hips. "What did you do?" "Can I put another one up inside you?" he purred. "Tell me I can put another one inside you." "What...are they?" His voice was even colder, more distant. "Just beg me for another one. Now." She felt something at the mouth of her cunt and came, jerking and humping, moaning loud, begging, "yes, yes, put more of them into me, more, more...fill up my pussy..." The muscles of her legs, arms, and neck all strained as she came and came. She felt him pushing something deep inside her, then heard his voice from far away say, "get ready, get ready, get ready..." then something else was entering her, something long and hard and then he started twisting it and her insides exploded with pain and she was screaming, her body tense, eyes squeezed hard, unable to breathe, screaming now, hoarse, but still screaming as the fire spread through her cunt and her lower belly and everything was hot white hot heat until she passed out. --- "Daisy." She heard the cold, commanding voice and turned her head. Her sight was returning slowly. She could make out his shadow but not his face. "That's better. Now, you're going to suck my cock, then we're going to do it all again." He touched her belly. "It's terrible, isn't it?" She nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, horrible..." He stroked the side of her face with his hand. Daisy whimpered and cried. Her insides were still burning but it was bearable now. "I'm not done with you," he promised. She saw his cock in front of her face and opened her mouth. He pushed deep into her mouth, into her throat, fucking her face slow and deep, gagging her. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw the metal table behind him, an open brown paper bag laying on its side. Next to the bag, there was a pile of green jalapenos. And a small wooden spoon, coated with mashed pepper and seeds. As he fucked her face, she realized what had happened, why she'd passed out. He'd pushed four of the peppers up inside her, then smashed them with the spoon. She gagged on his cock, terrified, knowing he was going to do it again. "You seem distracted, dear," Edward said. "You've been looking at my peppers, haven't you?" He pressed his hand against the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, holding her there. He pinched her nose shut with his other hand. She couldn't breathe and started to struggle but there was no give in any of the straps. "That's all they will let me use on you, though I keep asking for more." He pumped her head up and down, his cock fucking her throat. "It still gives me a rush, but not the same as before. As before they caught me." She started seeing spots in front of her eyes and panic spread through her. "I guess that's the price I have to pay." He jerked his cock out of her mouth and let go of her nose at the same time. She gasped for air and watched him walk around the platform again. He undid the straps that held her and then helped her into a sitting position. "Stand up." She edged off the cot and stood on the floor, holding the edge of the cot for balance. Edward stepped a few feet back and looked at her. "Fucked out little tramp," he said with a sneer. "Still, though, a lot fucking sexier than some of the women I've had." He picked up one of the peppers and handed it to her. "You're going to learn how to give a man a real good ride." She held the pepper in her hand, nervous and anxious. "Lean over here and get my cock nice and hard and wet." Daisy bent over and took his half-stiff cock in her mouth. She sucked it until it was stiff, coated it with spit then looked up at him. He was smiling, a sick, twisted smile that made her recoil. "Turn around." She did and he pushed his cock deep into her ass with a single stroke. "Good. Now, start fucking me." She began to hump backward at his cock, feeling it slide in and out of her ass. It felt nice compared to everything she'd been through so far. "Not bad for a little ass whore like you. But, we need to make it a little more interesting. I want you to split the pepper open with your thumbs." Puzzled but obedient, Daisy pushed her thumbs into the pepper, feeling it split open. A few seeds dropped to the floor. Edward's fucking slowed, he stood still, half-impaling her on his cock. "Turn it inside out." Daisy's fingers trembled as she started turning the pepper in her hand, more seeds falling onto the floor, some sticking to her fingers. He slid into her deep again, slow, then pulled halfway out and stayed still. "Now, push it up into your cunt." "No...no," she moaned. He couldn't be serious, she thought, but then she shook her head. Of course he was serious, he'd just done the same thing to her, why wouldn't he do it again? But to expect her to do it to herself? No, he was crazy. "Are you waiting for something?" he taunted. He grabbed her throat with his hand, squeezed hard, pulled her backward. He shoved his cock into her ass hard again, heard her grunt. "Do it, or I'll do it for you. And I have a whole bag of these." Daisy began to cry but started moving her hand toward her crotch. She was an inch away from her cunt when she shook her head and cried, "no, I can't" and dropped the peppers on the ground. Edward laughed, pulled his cock out of her ass, and pushed her back on the bed. "Get on your back, bitch!" Daisy rolled on her side and squeezed her legs together, muttering "no, no, no..." Edward stared at her, angry, hate raging in his eyes. "Open your legs!" Daisy curled up even more, arms wrapped around her knees now. "Doc! Doc!" he screamed. The door burst open and Dr. G stormed in. He grabbed Daisy by the wrists and leaned into her face. "Do you know what you are doing here? Do you know that you are fucking with my grant money? I can't afford to have a little whore like you fucking up my research!" He let go and slapped her, back and forth, over and over. " You are not in any position to say no to any of these patients, do you understand?" Daisy nodded, sobbing, "yes, yes, I'm sorry, doctor, yes..." Dr. G took her face in his hands and pulled her close. "Do you realize that with just one or two treatments, I could completely reduce you to a mindless vegetable? You would be nothing but a toy for these perverts? For these deviates? A drooling, cumming, mass of pussy and pain? Do you realize that?" Daisy nodded and begged for another chance. "Peter and Bill have already signed papers. It is my decision, do you understand? My decision. This program must go on. And you will not stop it, you will not stop me, you will not stand in the way of my success!" He pulled her up, spun around and threw her to the floor. He ran his arm over the table and swiped the half-dozen peppers onto the ground. "Get them!" he barked. "I want to see them opened and up inside your filthy cunt hole in sixty seconds! Now! Do It!!" Daisy scrambled and grabbed the first pepper, split it and tried to push it up inside but couldn't. The fear was too much for her. She got to her knees in front of him and begged, "I can't, I can't, I can't..." Dr. G waved a hand and four big interns stormed into the room, followed by Peter and David. Daisy's eyes pleaded with Peter but his face was emotionless. The interns carried her to the bed and held her legs open. Peter walked around the other side of the bed and pressed her shoulders flat. He leaned forward and said gently, "stop it. This is why you're here, this is why I brought you here. This is the only reason I wanted you here. This is what you do, don't you understand? This is what you are for." She cried and looked at him. "Only for you, only for...ARGHHH!" Edward pushed his fingers deep inside her, grinding the pulpy insides of the pepper into her open pussy. She struggled and squirmed as he ground all six of them, one after the other, up into her cunt. Her eyes locked on Peter's, her mouth repeating her mantra, "only for you, only for you..." until finally she passed out from the pain. --- Daisy drifted awake and heard Peter talking with the doctor. They were talking about the grant money. They were talking about the foundation. About the risks they were taking. About her. Peter was sure she would go through with anything he told her to. She was completely obedient to him. Bill reassured the doctor. He'd been monitoring everything since her arrival, the trip up north, the glory holes, the constant fucking and abuse, her eagerness to go further and further. Then, she heard Peter talking about her and laughing. "There's nothing she won't do if I tell her to. She's just an animal, a cunt, she's barely even human." She felt her stomach twist. "You keep paying me and I'll keep her on her back taking whatever they can dish out. Believe me, I don't care as along as I get paid." He was talking about her like a piece of property, an animal he owned and was offering to the doctor for his experiments. And he was doing it all for money. Dr G raised concerns about her ability to go on, but Peter said it wasn't his concern. He was certain she could take it. And if not, he would find someone else. She felt lower than ever now, less than a dog, less than a pet. And she started crying because she realized it turned her on. Her pussy was aching to be touched, her nipples stiff and hard. She put her hand between her legs and started masturbating. She heard Peter from far off telling the doctor and Bill to look at her, to watch her, and she fingered herself harder and faster, pushing her fingers into her cunt, mashing the jalapenos, scooping them out and smearing them on her cunt lips, then pushing globs of the green gunk into her mouth and ass, all of her holes on fire now. She came and came while they watched and talked and laughed.
Chapter 03 - A New Tattoo and a Facial “Why don’t I go get the car. You stay her and keep Kerrie company, all right?” Mark patted his wife’s ass and smiled at Kevin. “I expect you can protect her from any of the boys inside who might get the wrong idea.” Kevin smiled and slid his hand down Kerrie’s back, underneath the waistband of the panty-skirt. He’d given them back to her after she finished her dance inside. “I’ll keep her safe.” Mark laughed and tossed his keys in the air, catching them with his other hand. “Don’t be shy. She’s a great kisser.” He walked away and turned into the dark parking lot. “Are you?” Kevin asked. Kerrie looked up at him. He was huge and she felt a shudder that was half-fear, half-excitement. She felt his hand sliding further down underneath her clothes. “Damn, you are fine. Nichole Kidman’s little sister.” He reached behind her head with his free hand and pulled her close. She felt his lips against hers just as his fingers slid down between her ass cheeks. Kerrie opened her mouth and felt his tongue, warm and solid, sliding against hers. He cupped her ass in his hand and she opened her legs. He pressed his thigh against her crotch and she started moving against it. “Hey, you two!” Mark called from the car. “Get in the back seat.” Kevin held the door open and Kerrie climbed in first. When she was halfway across the back seat, he closed the door and got in front with Mark. “She’s eager, I’ll tell you that,” Kevin said, looking over the headrest at Kerrie, sitting in the middle, feeling around for the seatbelt. Mark pulled out of the parking lot, heading north toward home. “So how serious are you about putting her on the streets?” Kevin asked. He turned just enough to catch the stunned look on Kerrie’s face. “I never said anything about...” “Cut the crap, kid. Remember who you’re talking to. Sounds like you’re serious about this Thailand thing, and you were ready to let my crew bang her back there in the bar. You might not even know it yourself, but it’s only a matter of time. You’ll be turned on for a while, passing her around to your friends, but at some point, you’re going to start handing her over to strangers and then, it’s just a short move from there to pimping her out for cash.” Kerrie squirmed in her seat, waiting for Mark to come to her defense. Instead, she heard him say, “well, we’ll see when we get there.” Kevin laughed. “Well, I’ll tell you what. I’ll put a hundred dollars on it. Before the end of the summer, you’re gonna have her down on Second St., working up one side and down the other.” He turned and looked at Kerrie in the back seat, hands in her lap, knees together and silent. “What do you think, honey? He gonna let you keep half the money?” He reached back and patted her knee with his hand. She flinched but didn’t say anything. She caught sight of a the tattoos on his big forearm and stared at it, her eyes widening just slightly. “You like that, eh?” he asked. Kevin turned back to Mark. “Nice ink work on her, by the way. Did you pick ‘em yourself?” Mark beamed with pride. As long as he’d known Kevin and he still felt like a little kid when Kevin game him a compliment. “You like that? I have a few more in mind.” Kerrie leaned forward slightly at that. Kevin caught her movement and his mind raced. He recognized the signs of a needle slut right away. To check his theory, he flexed his forearm and noticed her eyes shift slightly, watching the tattoo dance. “Mark, I know a guy who does beautiful work. I think she’d look good with a little something on the inside of her knee.” His thumb pressed slightly on the indentation just to the inside of her left patella. Kerrie felt the shock all the way up to her crotch. Kevin watched her face closely and smiled. “Sure, we’re ready.” He called back over his shoulder. “Aren’t we honey?” Kerrie, excited by the prospect of another tattoo but trying not to tip her hand, said “yes” very softly. --- Kevin directed Mark to the Permanent Ink building. They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin opened the door for Kerrie. She slid out and he wrapped his arm around her waist, motioned for Mark to do the same on the other side. They walked three abreast into the tattoo parlor. “Davey around tonight?” Kevin called. “You know I’m always here,” a voice called from the back room. Davey was even bigger than Kevin, bald with tattoos covering every visible part of his body. He was bald and even his head was covered with intricate designs. He eyed Kerrie up and down, once then again. She didn’t care, here eyes were scanning up and down Davey’s body, admiring the tattoos, considering which would look good on her. Davey led them back into his studio and Kevin sat Kerrie down in the big chair. “Davey, remember that nice script you did on Sandy? The one with the shadows behind the characters?” Davey nodded, smiling. “Mark, I want to put SLAG right there,” Kevin touched Kerrie’s leg, opened it, “on the inside of your wife’s knee.” Mark’s face lit up like a kid in a candy shop. He looked at Kerrie’s face and didn’t recognize what he saw. She was remote, a little distracted. He didn’t realize that she was excited, thrilled by the idea of the needle decorating her again. She didn’t really care what it said, she just wanted to feel those little pricks on her skin. Mark must have mistaken it for either boredom or defiance because he got angry. He ran his finger from the inside left edge of her knee about three inches up her thigh. “Can you make it a little bigger?” Davey smiled. Kevin stared at Kerrie and nodded his head. “That will be fine.” Kerrie laid back and closed her eyes. She heard the sound of the needle and felt herself getting wet. When the needle touched her, she flinched, hands gripping the edges of the chair tight. She slowed her breath, enjoying every tiny movement Davey made. She felt her nipples stiffening and clenched her cunt. About ten minutes into the process Kevin made a loud sniffing sound. “What’s that?” he said with a grin. “Does anybody smell anything?” Kerrie opened her eyes and looked at him. “Mark, can you go out to the car and get my jacket?” Kevin asked. Mark nodded and got up. --- When he was gone, Kevin smiled at Kerrie. “This can be our little secret, OK?” He was leaning closer now, sniffing the air. It was so humiliating and so arousing. She felt her cunt lips relax open, her clit swelling. A quiet moan escaped from her throat. Kevin sniffed closer to her chest, then slowly down toward her belly. Davey kept working calmly and Kerrie felt herself starting to arch her back. The needle was so delicious as it pricked and withdrew, pricked and withdrew, hundreds of times per minute. She felt her skin open and receptive to it, each little penetration an invitation to cum. The humiliation of being so opened up and of Kevin’s obvious laughing at her arousal was too much and she felt a small orgasm shake through her cunt. Kevin motioned and Davey pulled back. “Did you just cum?” he asked her. Kerrie’s face went red and she turned her head away. “Let’s see if you just came,” he repeated. He got up and stood in front of the chair, between her open legs, then reached for the panty-skirt and pulled it off. Kerrie lay there exposed and shaking, her bright pink lips open and everything soaking wet. “Oh, yes, you did. Well that’s nice.” He turned to Davey. “Davey, why don’t you go ahead, I’m begging she can control herself.” Kevin turned back to Kerrie. “You can, can’t you?” Davey started up again, the needle pushing Kerrie closer to cum-land again. Kevin touched her clit with his thumb. “I’ll bet you’ve cum with the needle before, haven’t you? Hm? Do you maybe have needles you play with at home?” He rubbed her gently and she shuddered as she came again. Kevin was right, she was able to keep her leg straight, offering it to Davey for the needle. “Oh, I am going to have a lot of fun with you, I can see,” Kevin whispered. Kerrie came again. --- When Davey finished the tattoo, they covered it with a gauze patch and Mark paid him. They drove home, Kerrie asleep in the back seat, Mark and Kevin quiet in the front. When they got home, Mark had Kerrie change into her house outfit - the mohom and sandals - and make them a snack. It was three in the morning but Mark was excited and couldn’t sleep. When she’d set the chips and beers on the dining room table, she went back into the kitchen to wait for him to call her. “Do you want to fuck her now?” Mark asked Kevin. Kevin dipped his chip in the salsa and took a bite. He chewed for a few seconds, looking at Kerrie sitting at the kitchen table, hands folded and quiet. She caught him looking and turned her face away. “I don’t think so. It’s early in the game and I want to make sure I’m thinking clearly.” Mark shook his hand. “No, really, you got us out of a jam there tonight, plus you introduced us to Davey. Come on.” He waved to Kerrie. “Come in here.” Kerrie hesitated. She knew that this was coming, Mark had made it clear to her weeks ago when he laid out his plan, but she still wasn’t ready for it. The idea of someone else’s cock being inside her body was too much for her. Mark said he would do it, but she’d been hoping he would change his mind. What if it became a regular thing? What if he divorced her? Or worse, what if she liked it? If she enjoyed it? What did that make her? She walked into the front room, trying to keep from shaking. She focused on Kevin’s tattoos. That calmed her down. She imagined her lips kissing them, her tongue running over the outlines. She wondered what his cock looked like. “Kerrie, turn around and show him your ass,” Mark commanded. Kerrie felt a flood of emotion - arousal, humiliation, anger, surrender - but turned. She wiggled her ass in front of Kevin’s face, bending her knees and swaying side to side. “Now, is that a sweet ass or what?” Mark turned to Kerrie. “It was a sweet ass when she stripped at the bar, it’s a sweet ass now.” Kevin agreed. “Honey, spread your cheeks for him.” Kerrie froze. She started to raise her hands but couldn’t. The feelings overwhelmed her. She dropped to her knees, put her hands to her face and cried. “Get up,” Mark said coldly. Kerrie slowly wiped her face and got back to her feet. Kevin unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “Spread your cheeks,” Mark said. Kerrie closed her eyes and mustered her strength. She saw Kevin’s tattooed forearms again but it wasn’t enough. She saw Davey’s head in front of her, the elaborate tattooed designs swimming in front of her face. She leaned down and licked the top of Davey’s head, her hands behind his head, pulling him close. She felt the bones of his skull underneath her tongue and wanted to open herself, touch herself, feel his cock inside her. She reached around and took her ass cheeks in her hands, opened them for Kevin to see, all the time, kissing and licking the beautiful blue ink on Davey’s bald head. Kevin let Kerrie stand there like that for a full five minutes before he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. Kerrie moaned out loud and pushed herself back toward him. Kevin fingered her, two fingers deep inside her cunt, his index finger touching her clit as he pumped in and out. He was stroking his cock with his other hand, his balls hanging out from his unzipped jeans. Kerrie came quickly, her whole body shaking. “Get on your knees,” Kevin said. Kerrie knelt, eyes looking at his cock. It was erect now, eight inches and thick. She wondered if he would ass fuck her or just make her suck him. Either way was fine now, she needed something even if it wasn’t her husband. Kevin stood up and stepped closer to Kerrie. She opened her mouth and leaned back, ready to take his cock in her throat, just as he started cumming, shooting streams of sticky jism onto her face and neck. “Don’t move,” he said when she started to close her mouth. Kerrie opened her legs and stroked her pussy with her fingers while Kevin continued stroking, shooting more and more onto her forehead and hair. “Just stay like that,” Kevin said. He wiped his cock in her hair and pushed his semi-hard cock back into his pants. Then, he ran his finger over her face, smearing the cum evenly across her cheeks, nose, chin, everywhere, all the way back to her ears and up and down her throat. Kerrie was shocked by how turned on she was. The abject humiliation had found somewhere in the back of her mind and was working it. She wanted to cum, wanted to beg them to fuck her up the ass, even take her back to the bar and pass her around but she couldn’t say anything. They’d told her to keep still.
Daisy tried to open her eyes but couldn't. She fell back asleep. --- Daisy heard something moving. Scratching sounds on a tile surface. She shuddered and opened her eyes just a slit. Everything was blurry, hazy and indistinct. She moved her left leg slightly and felt something warm and wet ooze out of her asshole. She blushed even as she felt herself get excited. Everything was chilly. She moved her arm slowly and slid her hand along the smooth wall. She was in a bathtub. She was laying in an inch or so of something cold and sticky. No doubt it had dripped out of her while she lay there. She tried to sit up but her muscles were useless. On top of that, every inch of her body hurt. She looked down at her belly and saw the angry red stripes that criss-crossed her skin, looked further down and saw the same marks up and down both legs, every inch of flesh, from her thighs to the tops of her feet. She panicked, she was in trouble now, there was no way she could hide all of this from Ben. When she got home, her life would be over, she would be exposed and revealed. She felt herself collapse inside. She heard the scratching sound on the floor again but was too weak to turn her head. Rats. She couldn't muster the energy to even care. She fell asleep again. --- Hands were lifting her, she heard voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. Something was covering her head. They were wrapping her up in sometime. A carpet? She felt herself lifted, she was moving. Someone shoved something deep into her cunt. The voices laughed. He pushed it in deep and left it there, hanging out of her like a tail. She fell asleep again. --- When Daisy woke the next time, she had a cock down her throat. She didn't know how long it had been there but knew it had been there a while, she was drooling out of both sides of her mouth and her face was soaking wet. The cock was sliding in and out, fast and deep. She felt the ball sack slapping against her nose. She tried to move her arms and legs but found she was completely restrained, her arms strapped uncomfortably behind and underneath her, hands taped or bound to her elbows. Her legs were opened wide and secured by straps or tape. Something cool was pressing against the backs of her legs. A wall? When the cock unloaded in her mouth, she swallowed it to keep from gagging. It withdrew but something else immediately took its place. It inflated like a balloon - a pump gag. She tried to relax her jaw as it got bigger and bigger but they were relentless and soon her jaw ached from the stretching. Then, there was a cock deep in her ass. She figured it out now, she was in a box, some variation on the 'glory holes' she'd heard about. Completely helpless and subhuman, just three holes on display and available for use. Hour after hour it went on, the bulb deflating and pulled out only to be replaced by a cock, her throat fucked as long as it took for the man to cum in her mouth and all over her face, then the monster gag replaced and inflated. Her cunt and ass were reamed over and over, she was violated by cocks, fingers, fists, and assorted objects she couldn't even begin to guess about. They never fucked her long enough to make her cum. --- "ARGH!" she screamed as the duct tape was yanked from over her eyes. She felt eyebrows and skin ripped away with the tape. "Hello? Hello?" she asked the darkness. "It can still talk?" "We haven't done the vocal cord operation yet." She felt hands smearing some kind of cool ointment or jelly on her belly. She trembled listening to them talk. "What's the holdup?" "Nobody really wants her." She felt something slipping up into her pussy then heard a machine turn on. She felt suction and realized from the slurping sounds that they were using a Shop Vac to clean the cum out of her pussy. "Look at her. Is that a body you imagine anyone in the group wanting to fuck?" She felt a hand shaking her breast, another one opening her cunt lips wider. "I see what you mean. She's useful enough here to make a few bucks though." "These guys will fuck anything, but you're right. And she's the one who came sniffing around wanting us to use her, right?" They both laughed. She felt someone pulling hard at her nipples. "Well, we're using her." They laughed again. "What about the group, though?" "I doubt anyone's even going to look at her until after the surgeries. Then, I'll bet she'll be popular." Daisy felt panic flood her brain. "Surgeries?" she asked. They both laughed and she heard the sound of duct tape being pulled off of a roll. She felt it pressed over her mouth and smoothed down. "Fucking bigmouthed bitch." He pulled the hose out of her cunt and pushed it up her ass. She closed her eyes as the suction cleaned her out. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to cum from what they were doing but she couldn't move a muscle, every inch of her was secured. She wondered what they used. Tape? Fabric? "All right, give her the injection and let's get this over with." Daisy felt a needle pushed into her shoulder and was asleep in seconds. --- Daisy woke and opened her eyes. The light was blinding. It had to be later morning or early afternoon, Sunday from what she could guess. She sat up and looked around and immediately panicked. She was laying in the flower garden that ran alongside her house. She got to her knees and ran her hands down her sides, trying to wipe off the dirt and mud that had caked on her while she lay there. Her eyes darted left and right, terrified that one of the neighbors might see her. Or Ben. Fuck! Where was Ben?! She crawled to the gate and opened it, slid through and crept along the side of the house to the back door. It was locked but there was a key underneath one of the loose stones in the walkway. Daisy picked up the key and slid it into the back door lock. There was nobody in the back room or the kitchen. So far, so good. If she could get to the bathroom, she had a chance. She'd worry about the marks all over her body later, for now she had to get washed up and get into some clothes. Daisy stood perfectly still there in the back room, listening to the sounds of the house. If she only knew where Ben was! He might still be asleep -- after all it was the weekend. Or he might be out running errands. Was this the third weekend? He would be out playing golf with his friends. Or did they cancel it this month? Daisy felt another gush of cum ooze out between her legs and reached with her hand to wipe it. She felt her face turn red and her stomach tighten -- she didn't even know which hole it had come out of and that made her want to retch. She pictured it -- herself leaning forward and spewing pints of cum instead of food -- and the picture was too much for her, she felt it coming up in the back of her throat and ran recklessly toward the bathroom, no time for caution now, she had to get to the bowl before she vomited all over the hallway. As she ran past the space between the back room and the bathroom, she heard voices and caught a glimpse of two men out of the corner of her eye. It was Ben. And Peter. Daisy stumbled into the bathroom, fell to her knees and hung her head over the edge of the loo. She started crying and throwing up, the thick white cum splashing into the water and back into her face. She was dry-heaving for a long time, the stench and sight of the cum making her sick all over again, long after her belly was empty. The pain in her middle was sharp and her body was shaking when she heard their voices at the door. "You see? That's what you're married to." "Bloody hell!" Ben muttered. He stormed away and down the hall. Daisy yelled "Ben!" but she heard a door slam shut and then nothing but silence. "Get up," Peter said in an icy voice. "Peter, I..." Peter clapped his hands and two huge men, bouncer types with tight black shirts and skintight black jeans, rushed into the room. They took hold of Daisy, one on each arm, and held her upright a few feet in front of Peter. Peter's hand dug into his pocket. "You will not speak unless you are told to," Peter said calmly as he wrapped the collar around Daisy's neck then buckled it shut. He pressed a button and she screamed as a strong current went across the two little metal studs that pressed against her throat. She collapsed on the floor. "Get up. You have work to do. You're mine now." Daisy got to her feet slowly, still smarting from the shock. "Ben is going to sell you to me. And I am going to take you with me to America. Where you will work the streets for me as a common whore until I get tired of you." "But, Peter...arghh!" Daisy shut up as Peter let go of the button. "Or, I might turn you into the thing you've always wanted to be. My own little punana." He turned and walked away. "Don't bother packing. We already have everything you need in the car." He continued walking. Daisy slipped down the wall and onto the bathroom floor, crying uncontrollably. In just five minutes, Peter had destroyed her entire life. The two men stood in the doorway for another three or four minutes before they motioned for her to follow them. Completely defeated now, Daisy got up slowly and, with trembling legs, followed them into her bedroom. Daisy looked around. Peter had been thorough. The closet doors were open and all of her clothes and shoes were gone. The dresser drawers had been pulled out and stacked on the floor, all of them empty. She looked around and saw that all the photos of her and Ben were gone, as well as all of her jewelry. One of the men motioned toward the bed. Daisy looked. There was a jet black workout outfit, just top and pants, and a pair of black leather mules. She nodded obediently. "Shower and dress and say goodbye to your old life. You have ten minutes," he said, then the two of them left, leaving the door open behind them. Daisy wanted to drop to the bed and cry but already her body was taking over for her mind. She was going to America. She was going to be Peter's property. He was going to use her any way he saw fit. She masturbated in the hot shower and came twice.
Daisy tried to open her eyes but couldn't. She fell back asleep. --- Daisy heard something moving. Scratching sounds on a tile surface. She shuddered and opened her eyes just a slit. Everything was blurry, hazy and indistinct. She moved her left leg slightly and felt something warm and wet ooze out of her asshole. She blushed even as she felt herself get excited. Everything was chilly. She moved her arm slowly and slid her hand along the smooth wall. She was in a bathtub. She was laying in an inch or so of something cold and sticky. No doubt it had dripped out of her while she lay there. She tried to sit up but her muscles were useless. On top of that, every inch of her body hurt. She looked down at her belly and saw the angry red stripes that criss-crossed her skin, looked further down and saw the same marks up and down both legs, every inch of flesh, from her thighs to the tops of her feet. She panicked, she was in trouble now, there was no way she could hide all of this from Ben. When she got home, her life would be over, she would be exposed and revealed. She felt herself collapse inside. She heard the scratching sound on the floor again but was too weak to turn her head. Rats. She couldn't muster the energy to even care. She fell asleep again. --- Hands were lifting her, she heard voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. Something was covering her head. They were wrapping her up in sometime. A carpet? She felt herself lifted, she was moving. Someone shoved something deep into her cunt. The voices laughed. He pushed it in deep and left it there, hanging out of her like a tail. She fell asleep again. --- When Daisy woke the next time, she had a cock down her throat. She didn't know how long it had been there but knew it had been there a while, she was drooling out of both sides of her mouth and her face was soaking wet. The cock was sliding in and out, fast and deep. She felt the ball sack slapping against her nose. She tried to move her arms and legs but found she was completely restrained, her arms strapped uncomfortably behind and underneath her, hands taped or bound to her elbows. Her legs were opened wide and secured by straps or tape. Something cool was pressing against the backs of her legs. A wall? When the cock unloaded in her mouth, she swallowed it to keep from gagging. It withdrew but something else immediately took its place. It inflated like a balloon - a pump gag. She tried to relax her jaw as it got bigger and bigger but they were relentless and soon her jaw ached from the stretching. Then, there was a cock deep in her ass. She figured it out now, she was in a box, some variation on the 'glory holes' she'd heard about. Completely helpless and subhuman, just three holes on display and available for use. Hour after hour it went on, the bulb deflating and pulled out only to be replaced by a cock, her throat fucked as long as it took for the man to cum in her mouth and all over her face, then the monster gag replaced and inflated. Her cunt and ass were reamed over and over, she was violated by cocks, fingers, fists, and assorted objects she couldn't even begin to guess about. They never fucked her long enough to make her cum. --- "ARGH!" she screamed as the duct tape was yanked from over her eyes. She felt eyebrows and skin ripped away with the tape. "Hello? Hello?" she asked the darkness. "It can still talk?" "We haven't done the vocal cord operation yet." She felt hands smearing some kind of cool ointment or jelly on her belly. She trembled listening to them talk. "What's the holdup?" "Nobody really wants her." She felt something slipping up into her pussy then heard a machine turn on. She felt suction and realized from the slurping sounds that they were using a Shop Vac to clean the cum out of her pussy. "Look at her. Is that a body you imagine anyone in the group wanting to fuck?" She felt a hand shaking her breast, another one opening her cunt lips wider. "I see what you mean. She's useful enough here to make a few bucks though." "These guys will fuck anything, but you're right. And she's the one who came sniffing around wanting us to use her, right?" They both laughed. She felt someone pulling hard at her nipples. "Well, we're using her." They laughed again. "What about the group, though?" "I doubt anyone's even going to look at her until after the surgeries. Then, I'll bet she'll be popular." Daisy felt panic flood her brain. "Surgeries?" she asked. They both laughed and she heard the sound of duct tape being pulled off of a roll. She felt it pressed over her mouth and smoothed down. "Fucking bigmouthed bitch." He pulled the hose out of her cunt and pushed it up her ass. She closed her eyes as the suction cleaned her out. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to cum from what they were doing but she couldn't move a muscle, every inch of her was secured. She wondered what they used. Tape? Fabric? "All right, give her the injection and let's get this over with." Daisy felt a needle pushed into her shoulder and was asleep in seconds. --- Daisy woke and opened her eyes. The light was blinding. It had to be later morning or early afternoon, Sunday from what she could guess. She sat up and looked around and immediately panicked. She was laying in the flower garden that ran alongside her house. She got to her knees and ran her hands down her sides, trying to wipe off the dirt and mud that had caked on her while she lay there. Her eyes darted left and right, terrified that one of the neighbors might see her. Or Ben. Fuck! Where was Ben?! She crawled to the gate and opened it, slid through and crept along the side of the house to the back door. It was locked but there was a key underneath one of the loose stones in the walkway. Daisy picked up the key and slid it into the back door lock. There was nobody in the back room or the kitchen. So far, so good. If she could get to the bathroom, she had a chance. She'd worry about the marks all over her body later, for now she had to get washed up and get into some clothes. Daisy stood perfectly still there in the back room, listening to the sounds of the house. If she only knew where Ben was! He might still be asleep -- after all it was the weekend. Or he might be out running errands. Was this the third weekend? He would be out playing golf with his friends. Or did they cancel it this month? Daisy felt another gush of cum ooze out between her legs and reached with her hand to wipe it. She felt her face turn red and her stomach tighten -- she didn't even know which hole it had come out of and that made her want to retch. She pictured it -- herself leaning forward and spewing pints of cum instead of food -- and the picture was too much for her, she felt it coming up in the back of her throat and ran recklessly toward the bathroom, no time for caution now, she had to get to the bowl before she vomited all over the hallway. As she ran past the space between the back room and the bathroom, she heard voices and caught a glimpse of two men out of the corner of her eye. It was Ben. And Peter. Daisy stumbled into the bathroom, fell to her knees and hung her head over the edge of the loo. She started crying and throwing up, the thick white cum splashing into the water and back into her face. She was dry-heaving for a long time, the stench and sight of the cum making her sick all over again, long after her belly was empty. The pain in her middle was sharp and her body was shaking when she heard their voices at the door. "You see? That's what you're married to." "Bloody hell!" Ben muttered. He stormed away and down the hall. Daisy yelled "Ben!" but she heard a door slam shut and then nothing but silence. "Get up," Peter said in an icy voice. "Peter, I..." Peter clapped his hands and two huge men, bouncer types with tight black shirts and skintight black jeans, rushed into the room. They took hold of Daisy, one on each arm, and held her upright a few feet in front of Peter. Peter's hand dug into his pocket. "You will not speak unless you are told to," Peter said calmly as he wrapped the collar around Daisy's neck then buckled it shut. He pressed a button and she screamed as a strong current went across the two little metal studs that pressed against her throat. She collapsed on the floor. "Get up. You have work to do. You're mine now." Daisy got to her feet slowly, still smarting from the shock. "Ben is going to sell you to me. And I am going to take you with me to America. Where you will work the streets for me as a common whore until I get tired of you." "But, Peter...arghh!" Daisy shut up as Peter let go of the button. "Or, I might turn you into the thing you've always wanted to be. My own little punana." He turned and walked away. "Don't bother packing. We already have everything you need in the car." He continued walking. Daisy slipped down the wall and onto the bathroom floor, crying uncontrollably. In just five minutes, Peter had destroyed her entire life. The two men stood in the doorway for another three or four minutes before they motioned for her to follow them. Completely defeated now, Daisy got up slowly and, with trembling legs, followed them into her bedroom. Daisy looked around. Peter had been thorough. The closet doors were open and all of her clothes and shoes were gone. The dresser drawers had been pulled out and stacked on the floor, all of them empty. She looked around and saw that all the photos of her and Ben were gone, as well as all of her jewelry. One of the men motioned toward the bed. Daisy looked. There was a jet black workout outfit, just top and pants, and a pair of black leather mules. She nodded obediently. "Shower and dress and say goodbye to your old life. You have ten minutes," he said, then the two of them left, leaving the door open behind them. Daisy wanted to drop to the bed and cry but already her body was taking over for her mind. She was going to America. She was going to be Peter's property. He was going to use her any way he saw fit. She masturbated in the hot shower and came twice.
In The Warehouse [for a reader who gave me some ideas....] “Only twenty-five years old. And already, your body responds like you’ve been doing this for years.” She struggled and managed to raise her head slightly. She looked at him through eyes swollen with tears and stinging from the sweat running down her forehead. From behind the ball gag, she grunted and whimpered, trying to beg him for a short break, just a few minutes to catch her breath. Joe gave her a big smile and turned to John. “It sounds like ‘please’.” He pushed her chin up with his thumb. “Is it please?” She nodded anxiously, then realized her mistake and started shaking her head quickly from side to side. Her eyes widened with panic but it was too late. John swung the bamboo cane hard across the backs of her thighs. Her legs turned to jelly and she stumbled backwards. The twine that connected her nipples to the iron rings in the wall jerked tight and she screamed into the ball gag. Tiffany rushed forward to check that her nipple rings were still intact and she nodded to Joe. He smiled back. Tiffany, always eager to see her slave suffer, slid her hand between the girl’s legs and rubbed her clit. She licked the slave’s neck, then started planting small kisses at her ear and worked her way down to her left nipple, all the while listening to her moan. As weak as her legs were, the girl managed to spread them open, inviting Tiffany’s fingers to explore her soaking wet cunt lips. Tiffany pushed two fingers into the girl’s cunt and fucked her deep ten times, listening to her grunt like an animal in heat, then pulled her fingers out and dug her nails into her pussy lips. The slave froze, her body went rigid with fear. Tiffany started pulling upward, stretching the lips between her bright red nails. The slave’s legs stiffened and she rose to her tip-toes, Tiffany pulled her up and up further, the slave trying to pull herself up using the iron manacles around her wrists and the chains that hung from the rafters. John circled around in front of her and rested the bamboo cane flat across her belly. The slave -- nameless since her arrival several weeks ago -- tried not to look at his face, but she was drawn irresistibly, her feeling of complete submission more and more complete every time she looked into those dead, black eyes. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was the reason she came here. Joe was cruel and Tiffany was inventive, but John was completely merciless. It was only John, she knew, who could give her what she really needed. She could see in his eyes that he knew it too. They were the perfect pair -- user and used, sadist and masochist, master and slave. Joe and Tiffany were no more than the masterminds who made the connections and whose money provided the money for their travel expenses, their gear, and this abandoned warehouse, located miles from nowhere, the basement of which was now her home. Now and forever. While Tiffany twisted and pulled at the slave’s cunt lips, John walked from side to side, hitting her with the bamboo, hard and swift, raising welts on her belly and the front of her thighs. She felt her drool and hot tears running down her neck, dripping off of her nipples, pooling on the concrete beneath her. John was counting out loud, his eyes locked on hers with each blow. “Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” Tiffany’s hand was up inside her now but she was barely aware of it. “Forty-four. Forty-five.” Something was deep inside her ass too. Tiffany’s fingers? Her other hand? A dildo? “Fifty-nine. Sixty.” There was a faint noise outside but she couldn’t raise her head. “Seventy-two. Seventy-three.” She started shaking now, she couldn’t take any more, she would go insane. She squirmed, shaking her legs as best she could, her muscles exhausted but finding strength somewhere to struggle. There were sounds all around her, footsteps, talking. “Eighty-six. Eighty-seven.” Catcalls and whistles. Clapping. Laughter. She felt a hand on her bottom and realized her cunt and ass were empty - Tiffany had taken her hands out of the slave’s holes and she’d been too far gone to even notice. She looked and saw Tiffany sitting in a chair, wiping her hands on a towel and smoking a cigarette. She was surrounded by men. Ten? Twelve? Twenty? “Ninety-two. Ninety-three.” The hands were smacking her ass now. It was almost comical. The thought that she would even notice it when John was ripping the flesh off the front of her body with the dampened bamboo. “Ninety-nine. And …” John reached for the control box and pressed the red button. The slave rose another three feet into the air - her cunt was now even with John’s face. He motioned and two of the men came forward, grabbed the slave’s legs, and pulled her open like a wishbone. John rested the bamboo directly on her clitoris, running it up and down lightly over the stiff, bright red bud. The slave jerked and squirmed, begging behind the gag, humping her hips up and down, exhausted but frantic. “Do you have her?” John asked. The men nodded. “One hundred,” he said as he brought the cane down as hard as he could directly between her legs. The last thing she remembered was her eyes rolling up into her head before she passed out. * * * “The pig’s awake!” The voice came to her through a thick haze of pain and confusion. She tried to open her eyes but they were swollen from the crying. She opened her mouth to say something but she felt hands holding the side of her head and a thick cock rammed itself home in her mouth. She gagged but he kept it all the way in, fucking the back of her throat, balls slapping against her nose. She was floating in mid-air, she felt hands holding her arms and legs. Somehow, there was a cock up her ass and a cock up her pussy, her body was sideways and her legs drawn forward and opened wide. Every inch of her belly and thighs screamed in pain, each time the cocks rammed into her, she felt every one of the welts twist and burn. She came and they laughed. “Feel how the fuck pig tightens up when you fuck her ass hard?” The man in her ass grabbed her hips harder and fucked deeper. She felt herself ripping open but it made her cum again. He came too, shooting his warm cum into her ass, then pulled out. Another cock slid into her right away, bigger and thicker. She gasped for breath, gagged on the cock in her mouth. He started cumming too and pulled her face hard against his crotch. Most of the cum shot directly into her belly but some of it squirted back out of her nose and between her lips and his cock. When he pulled out, she coughed and sputtered, but another cock was there, stiff and ready, and pushed down into her throat again. “Ten dollars says she can’t.” “You’re on.” She felt the men holding her legs move slightly, twisting her hips even further vertically, then the man whose cock was in her ass pulled out. She felt empty, a void where a cock should be, and sucked eagerly at the man in her mouth. Maybe he would take the other man’s place. She was swimming in that fantasy when she felt the other cock return, this time pushing into her side by side against the cock in her cunt. She tried to flail her arms but someone was holding her wrists and she couldn’t move. The head of the cock was inside her now and she knew there was no way of stopping him. The man who was fucking her pumped harder and faster, the other cock slid into her slowly. She came before he was even halfway in and they all laughed again. “Maybe we should get something up her ass too!” The cock went all the way in now and the two of them matched their rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out, then ramming home with one quick, deep push. She came again, not even worrying about whether or not she could breathe around the big cock in her mouth. She felt something at her asshole and went wild. She started bucking up and down, humping against the men inside her cunt, pushing her ass open, taking the cock in her mouth deeper until her lips were locked around the base. She had no idea what they were shoving up her ass but she wanted it, needed it, pushed herself down after it, inviting it in, deeper, harder. The man in her mouth pulled his cock out and sprayed cum all over her face and hair. She licked her lips and cheeks, grunting like an animal, humping the three cocks inside her lower holes. “Wow, never seen a ho take a doggie bone like that!” She felt them push hard on the thing up her ass and realized it was a rubber play toy, the big swollen head was the end of a fake dog bone. She came again, clenching down tight on the men in her pussy, who came with her, groaning and ramming harder and faster. …end of round 1...
In The Warehouse [for a reader who gave me some ideas....] “Only twenty-five years old. And already, your body responds like you’ve been doing this for years.” She struggled and managed to raise her head slightly. She looked at him through eyes swollen with tears and stinging from the sweat running down her forehead. From behind the ball gag, she grunted and whimpered, trying to beg him for a short break, just a few minutes to catch her breath. Joe gave her a big smile and turned to John. “It sounds like ‘please’.” He pushed her chin up with his thumb. “Is it please?” She nodded anxiously, then realized her mistake and started shaking her head quickly from side to side. Her eyes widened with panic but it was too late. John swung the bamboo cane hard across the backs of her thighs. Her legs turned to jelly and she stumbled backwards. The twine that connected her nipples to the iron rings in the wall jerked tight and she screamed into the ball gag. Tiffany rushed forward to check that her nipple rings were still intact and she nodded to Joe. He smiled back. Tiffany, always eager to see her slave suffer, slid her hand between the girl’s legs and rubbed her clit. She licked the slave’s neck, then started planting small kisses at her ear and worked her way down to her left nipple, all the while listening to her moan. As weak as her legs were, the girl managed to spread them open, inviting Tiffany’s fingers to explore her soaking wet cunt lips. Tiffany pushed two fingers into the girl’s cunt and fucked her deep ten times, listening to her grunt like an animal in heat, then pulled her fingers out and dug her nails into her pussy lips. The slave froze, her body went rigid with fear. Tiffany started pulling upward, stretching the lips between her bright red nails. The slave’s legs stiffened and she rose to her tip-toes, Tiffany pulled her up and up further, the slave trying to pull herself up using the iron manacles around her wrists and the chains that hung from the rafters. John circled around in front of her and rested the bamboo cane flat across her belly. The slave -- nameless since her arrival several weeks ago -- tried not to look at his face, but she was drawn irresistibly, her feeling of complete submission more and more complete every time she looked into those dead, black eyes. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was the reason she came here. Joe was cruel and Tiffany was inventive, but John was completely merciless. It was only John, she knew, who could give her what she really needed. She could see in his eyes that he knew it too. They were the perfect pair -- user and used, sadist and masochist, master and slave. Joe and Tiffany were no more than the masterminds who made the connections and whose money provided the money for their travel expenses, their gear, and this abandoned warehouse, located miles from nowhere, the basement of which was now her home. Now and forever. While Tiffany twisted and pulled at the slave’s cunt lips, John walked from side to side, hitting her with the bamboo, hard and swift, raising welts on her belly and the front of her thighs. She felt her drool and hot tears running down her neck, dripping off of her nipples, pooling on the concrete beneath her. John was counting out loud, his eyes locked on hers with each blow. “Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” Tiffany’s hand was up inside her now but she was barely aware of it. “Forty-four. Forty-five.” Something was deep inside her ass too. Tiffany’s fingers? Her other hand? A dildo? “Fifty-nine. Sixty.” There was a faint noise outside but she couldn’t raise her head. “Seventy-two. Seventy-three.” She started shaking now, she couldn’t take any more, she would go insane. She squirmed, shaking her legs as best she could, her muscles exhausted but finding strength somewhere to struggle. There were sounds all around her, footsteps, talking. “Eighty-six. Eighty-seven.” Catcalls and whistles. Clapping. Laughter. She felt a hand on her bottom and realized her cunt and ass were empty - Tiffany had taken her hands out of the slave’s holes and she’d been too far gone to even notice. She looked and saw Tiffany sitting in a chair, wiping her hands on a towel and smoking a cigarette. She was surrounded by men. Ten? Twelve? Twenty? “Ninety-two. Ninety-three.” The hands were smacking her ass now. It was almost comical. The thought that she would even notice it when John was ripping the flesh off the front of her body with the dampened bamboo. “Ninety-nine. And …” John reached for the control box and pressed the red button. The slave rose another three feet into the air - her cunt was now even with John’s face. He motioned and two of the men came forward, grabbed the slave’s legs, and pulled her open like a wishbone. John rested the bamboo directly on her clitoris, running it up and down lightly over the stiff, bright red bud. The slave jerked and squirmed, begging behind the gag, humping her hips up and down, exhausted but frantic. “Do you have her?” John asked. The men nodded. “One hundred,” he said as he brought the cane down as hard as he could directly between her legs. The last thing she remembered was her eyes rolling up into her head before she passed out. * * * “The pig’s awake!” The voice came to her through a thick haze of pain and confusion. She tried to open her eyes but they were swollen from the crying. She opened her mouth to say something but she felt hands holding the side of her head and a thick cock rammed itself home in her mouth. She gagged but he kept it all the way in, fucking the back of her throat, balls slapping against her nose. She was floating in mid-air, she felt hands holding her arms and legs. Somehow, there was a cock up her ass and a cock up her pussy, her body was sideways and her legs drawn forward and opened wide. Every inch of her belly and thighs screamed in pain, each time the cocks rammed into her, she felt every one of the welts twist and burn. She came and they laughed. “Feel how the fuck pig tightens up when you fuck her ass hard?” The man in her ass grabbed her hips harder and fucked deeper. She felt herself ripping open but it made her cum again. He came too, shooting his warm cum into her ass, then pulled out. Another cock slid into her right away, bigger and thicker. She gasped for breath, gagged on the cock in her mouth. He started cumming too and pulled her face hard against his crotch. Most of the cum shot directly into her belly but some of it squirted back out of her nose and between her lips and his cock. When he pulled out, she coughed and sputtered, but another cock was there, stiff and ready, and pushed down into her throat again. “Ten dollars says she can’t.” “You’re on.” She felt the men holding her legs move slightly, twisting her hips even further vertically, then the man whose cock was in her ass pulled out. She felt empty, a void where a cock should be, and sucked eagerly at the man in her mouth. Maybe he would take the other man’s place. She was swimming in that fantasy when she felt the other cock return, this time pushing into her side by side against the cock in her cunt. She tried to flail her arms but someone was holding her wrists and she couldn’t move. The head of the cock was inside her now and she knew there was no way of stopping him. The man who was fucking her pumped harder and faster, the other cock slid into her slowly. She came before he was even halfway in and they all laughed again. “Maybe we should get something up her ass too!” The cock went all the way in now and the two of them matched their rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out, then ramming home with one quick, deep push. She came again, not even worrying about whether or not she could breathe around the big cock in her mouth. She felt something at her asshole and went wild. She started bucking up and down, humping against the men inside her cunt, pushing her ass open, taking the cock in her mouth deeper until her lips were locked around the base. She had no idea what they were shoving up her ass but she wanted it, needed it, pushed herself down after it, inviting it in, deeper, harder. The man in her mouth pulled his cock out and sprayed cum all over her face and hair. She licked her lips and cheeks, grunting like an animal, humping the three cocks inside her lower holes. “Wow, never seen a ho take a doggie bone like that!” She felt them push hard on the thing up her ass and realized it was a rubber play toy, the big swollen head was the end of a fake dog bone. She came again, clenching down tight on the men in her pussy, who came with her, groaning and ramming harder and faster. …end of round 1...
In The Warehouse [for a reader who gave me some ideas....] “Only twenty-five years old. And already, your body responds like you’ve been doing this for years.” She struggled and managed to raise her head slightly. She looked at him through eyes swollen with tears and stinging from the sweat running down her forehead. From behind the ball gag, she grunted and whimpered, trying to beg him for a short break, just a few minutes to catch her breath. Joe gave her a big smile and turned to John. “It sounds like ‘please’.” He pushed her chin up with his thumb. “Is it please?” She nodded anxiously, then realized her mistake and started shaking her head quickly from side to side. Her eyes widened with panic but it was too late. John swung the bamboo cane hard across the backs of her thighs. Her legs turned to jelly and she stumbled backwards. The twine that connected her nipples to the iron rings in the wall jerked tight and she screamed into the ball gag. Tiffany rushed forward to check that her nipple rings were still intact and she nodded to Joe. He smiled back. Tiffany, always eager to see her slave suffer, slid her hand between the girl’s legs and rubbed her clit. She licked the slave’s neck, then started planting small kisses at her ear and worked her way down to her left nipple, all the while listening to her moan. As weak as her legs were, the girl managed to spread them open, inviting Tiffany’s fingers to explore her soaking wet cunt lips. Tiffany pushed two fingers into the girl’s cunt and fucked her deep ten times, listening to her grunt like an animal in heat, then pulled her fingers out and dug her nails into her pussy lips. The slave froze, her body went rigid with fear. Tiffany started pulling upward, stretching the lips between her bright red nails. The slave’s legs stiffened and she rose to her tip-toes, Tiffany pulled her up and up further, the slave trying to pull herself up using the iron manacles around her wrists and the chains that hung from the rafters. John circled around in front of her and rested the bamboo cane flat across her belly. The slave -- nameless since her arrival several weeks ago -- tried not to look at his face, but she was drawn irresistibly, her feeling of complete submission more and more complete every time she looked into those dead, black eyes. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was the reason she came here. Joe was cruel and Tiffany was inventive, but John was completely merciless. It was only John, she knew, who could give her what she really needed. She could see in his eyes that he knew it too. They were the perfect pair -- user and used, sadist and masochist, master and slave. Joe and Tiffany were no more than the masterminds who made the connections and whose money provided the money for their travel expenses, their gear, and this abandoned warehouse, located miles from nowhere, the basement of which was now her home. Now and forever. While Tiffany twisted and pulled at the slave’s cunt lips, John walked from side to side, hitting her with the bamboo, hard and swift, raising welts on her belly and the front of her thighs. She felt her drool and hot tears running down her neck, dripping off of her nipples, pooling on the concrete beneath her. John was counting out loud, his eyes locked on hers with each blow. “Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” Tiffany’s hand was up inside her now but she was barely aware of it. “Forty-four. Forty-five.” Something was deep inside her ass too. Tiffany’s fingers? Her other hand? A dildo? “Fifty-nine. Sixty.” There was a faint noise outside but she couldn’t raise her head. “Seventy-two. Seventy-three.” She started shaking now, she couldn’t take any more, she would go insane. She squirmed, shaking her legs as best she could, her muscles exhausted but finding strength somewhere to struggle. There were sounds all around her, footsteps, talking. “Eighty-six. Eighty-seven.” Catcalls and whistles. Clapping. Laughter. She felt a hand on her bottom and realized her cunt and ass were empty - Tiffany had taken her hands out of the slave’s holes and she’d been too far gone to even notice. She looked and saw Tiffany sitting in a chair, wiping her hands on a towel and smoking a cigarette. She was surrounded by men. Ten? Twelve? Twenty? “Ninety-two. Ninety-three.” The hands were smacking her ass now. It was almost comical. The thought that she would even notice it when John was ripping the flesh off the front of her body with the dampened bamboo. “Ninety-nine. And …” John reached for the control box and pressed the red button. The slave rose another three feet into the air - her cunt was now even with John’s face. He motioned and two of the men came forward, grabbed the slave’s legs, and pulled her open like a wishbone. John rested the bamboo directly on her clitoris, running it up and down lightly over the stiff, bright red bud. The slave jerked and squirmed, begging behind the gag, humping her hips up and down, exhausted but frantic. “Do you have her?” John asked. The men nodded. “One hundred,” he said as he brought the cane down as hard as he could directly between her legs. The last thing she remembered was her eyes rolling up into her head before she passed out. * * * “The pig’s awake!” The voice came to her through a thick haze of pain and confusion. She tried to open her eyes but they were swollen from the crying. She opened her mouth to say something but she felt hands holding the side of her head and a thick cock rammed itself home in her mouth. She gagged but he kept it all the way in, fucking the back of her throat, balls slapping against her nose. She was floating in mid-air, she felt hands holding her arms and legs. Somehow, there was a cock up her ass and a cock up her pussy, her body was sideways and her legs drawn forward and opened wide. Every inch of her belly and thighs screamed in pain, each time the cocks rammed into her, she felt every one of the welts twist and burn. She came and they laughed. “Feel how the fuck pig tightens up when you fuck her ass hard?” The man in her ass grabbed her hips harder and fucked deeper. She felt herself ripping open but it made her cum again. He came too, shooting his warm cum into her ass, then pulled out. Another cock slid into her right away, bigger and thicker. She gasped for breath, gagged on the cock in her mouth. He started cumming too and pulled her face hard against his crotch. Most of the cum shot directly into her belly but some of it squirted back out of her nose and between her lips and his cock. When he pulled out, she coughed and sputtered, but another cock was there, stiff and ready, and pushed down into her throat again. “Ten dollars says she can’t.” “You’re on.” She felt the men holding her legs move slightly, twisting her hips even further vertically, then the man whose cock was in her ass pulled out. She felt empty, a void where a cock should be, and sucked eagerly at the man in her mouth. Maybe he would take the other man’s place. She was swimming in that fantasy when she felt the other cock return, this time pushing into her side by side against the cock in her cunt. She tried to flail her arms but someone was holding her wrists and she couldn’t move. The head of the cock was inside her now and she knew there was no way of stopping him. The man who was fucking her pumped harder and faster, the other cock slid into her slowly. She came before he was even halfway in and they all laughed again. “Maybe we should get something up her ass too!” The cock went all the way in now and the two of them matched their rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out, then ramming home with one quick, deep push. She came again, not even worrying about whether or not she could breathe around the big cock in her mouth. She felt something at her asshole and went wild. She started bucking up and down, humping against the men inside her cunt, pushing her ass open, taking the cock in her mouth deeper until her lips were locked around the base. She had no idea what they were shoving up her ass but she wanted it, needed it, pushed herself down after it, inviting it in, deeper, harder. The man in her mouth pulled his cock out and sprayed cum all over her face and hair. She licked her lips and cheeks, grunting like an animal, humping the three cocks inside her lower holes. “Wow, never seen a ho take a doggie bone like that!” She felt them push hard on the thing up her ass and realized it was a rubber play toy, the big swollen head was the end of a fake dog bone. She came again, clenching down tight on the men in her pussy, who came with her, groaning and ramming harder and faster. …end of round 1...
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 07 Daisy gets a day off but spends it in a very special chair. [Day 4 (Tuesday)] Daisy rolled over. The room was quiet, the bed soft and warm. The sun was streaming through the curtains, a bright white stripe ran across the bed and made a diagonal line up the opposite wall. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she swept the room. Closet. Dresser. Full length mirror. And a figure. Donna. She was sitting in the armchair in the corner, shrouded in shadow but easy enough to recognize. Donna scared Daisy. All she seemed to know was how to cause pain. Daisy recalled when she first met Donna just four days ago - she thought she was a man with her flat chest, short hair, and "jeans and t-shirt" look. This time, she was dressed in a dark gray business suit, her hair slicked back, her shoes shiny leather with spiked heels. She was holding a knife. "Ah, you're awake." Donna leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, the long blade of the knife dangling toward the floor now. "Come here, you little pig." Daisy pushed back the covers and approached her. "On your knees." Daisy knelt. "Offer me your throat." Daisy trembled. She leaned her head back, stretching her neck until it hurt. It was long and thin in the semi-dark room and very, very white. She felt the cool tip of the knife against her chin. She held her breath, dug her nails into her palms, tried to stay calm. The blade slid slowly along her skin, Donna stopping every few inches to press it in and hold it. Daisy was terrified, frozen solid, unsure exactly how crazy this woman was. It excited her, the feeling of being totally at Donna's mercy. "I hear you spent some time with Edward last night," Donna purred. Daisy was afraid to answer, afraid to move. "I love Edward. He understands pain." She slid the knife down between Daisy's breasts. "I followed his case in the newspapers." She lifted the knife from Daisy's flesh, lowered it between her legs. Daisy felt the handle of the knife pushing hard against her cunt lips. Donna slid it back and forth and Daisy's body started to respond. She moaned and started humping slowly, greedily. "Fucking pig," Donna laughed. "Fucking painslut pig." She stood up. "Come on, Peter wants to see you." Daisy shook herself, trying to clear her head. She was so turned on she could barely think. Her legs trembled as she followed Donna down the hallway toward the kitchen. Peter was standing at the stove cooking breakfast. Bill and David were sitting at the table, sipping coffee and reading magazines. Donna took a seat next to Bill. "You've got today off," he announced. Daisy looked at him, puzzled. "Sit down, grab some coffee." Daisy stood still, staring. "And put on some clothes." She looked own at herself and saw she was naked. She was naked so often, she no longer noticed. Bill stared at her and shook his head. To her complete shock, she blushed. Blushing was more painfully humiliating than she could imagine and she ran down the hall to her room. When she came back, wrapped in a long, light blue robe, Peter invited her to sit. Bill brought her coffee and orange juice and Peter put a plate of ham, eggs and toast in front of her. Daisy stared at it. What were they expecting? Was there something in it? Would they make her eat it with her fingers? With no hands at all? She saw herself leaning forward, pushing her face into the plate, lapping up the eggs, chewing on the ham while they watched and laughed. She felt her cunt getting wet. She imagined them pushing her even further, mashing up the food and spilling it on the floor, pushing her to her knees, pushing her face to the ground, making her lick the food off the tiles. She slid her hand between her legs and started touching her cunt. She remembered Peter while they were in Las Vegas. He'd made her eat a meal then shoved his cock so far down her throat that all of the meal came back up. She closed her eyes and pictured herself on her knees, his cock plunging deep into her mouth, heard herself gagging and felt the sensations in her stomach and neck, all the time rubbing her cunt faster, bucking in the chair now, fucking herself to the obscene, degrading scenes she was imagining. "Daisy!" Peter barked. Her hand froze and she opened her eyes. They were all staring at her. "Eat," he said calmly, handing her a fork. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She wasn't very hungry. She'd eaten so little the last few days her body had adjusted. She took a few forkfuls of egg and a sip of coffee than told him she was full. He just nodded and finished his meal while she sat and watched. When everyone finished eating, they brought Daisy into one of the play rooms. "Today is a day off for you," Peter repeated. "You are just going to sit here and relax." He motioned to a high-backed wooden chair, the only piece of furniture in the room. Daisy sat, puzzled, not knowing what to expect. She looked from Donna to Bill to Peter to David but nobody gave her any indication of what was to come. For some reason, that scared her more than what she'd been through earlier with Donna. "Sit up straight," Peter said. Daisy lifted her shoulders, straightened her back. He raised a hand and she braced for a blow across her chest. She was still aroused from her fantasy at breakfast and looked forward to any kind of contact. But Peter just stroked her cheek gently. She leaned into his hand. "David, could you bring in the rest of the rig?" Peter asked. "Sure," David said. He left but came back quickly pushing a cart. Peter opened the front of the cart and started metal stands and brackets and other gear. Daisy sat still as Peter set up the equipment around her. She watched with growing anticipation as he added more and more pieces to the contraption. When he was finished, she understood its purpose almost immediately. It was a diabolical kind of free-standing cage. Flat strips of metal hovered over nearly every inch of her body. Up and down the fronts, back, and sides of her arms and legs, across her chest, up her neck and around her head. The insides of these strips were dotted with small, dull spikes every few inches. If she relaxed her spine or let her arms or legs move more than a few centimeters in any direction, she would press against those nubs. She would have to sit perfectly still, spine erect, chest pushed forward, to not scrape against them. Still, though, it would be uncomfortable but not really painful. Peter went back to the cart and took a triangular wooden wedge out of a drawer. He motioned to Donna and David who moved in and raised Daisy's bottom slightly off of the seat. Peter slid the wood between her thighs, pushing it until it was directly underneath her. When Donna and David set her back down, she felt it right away - they'd effectively put her on a smaller version of the famous wooden pony. Peter adjusted some of the metal strips to accommodate her new position. Daisy could already feel the discomfort in the tender flesh between her two holes. Peter took more devices out of the cart and rigged a water bottle in place in front of her, a nozzle just an inch from her mouth. If she leaned forward and pushed her tongue into the tube, she could get a drink anytime she needed it. He had her try it once or twice, adjusting it so it was in easy reach. "You're going to be here for quite a while," Peter said, "so try and get comfortable." He took a bucket from the cart and put it underneath the chair. "And you're probably going to need this eventually." Donna leaned forward and smiled at Daisy. "A day off. How nice." Daisy felt the pain between her legs and tightened her thighs, lifting her up just hand an inch or so, enough to relieve the pain for a few seconds. She couldn't hold it for long, though, and settled back down on the tip of the wooden wedge. "Well, there. That isn't so bad is it?" Peter asked. "No, Sir," Daisy said. "Good. Just one last thing then." He took a black box out of the bottom of the cart. Three wires hung from the box, two in front, one behind. Daisy recognized it immediately and began to beg. "Sir, no, please, no..." She started to shake and felt her chest contract as the fear spread through her. She was taking short, quick breaths and tried to calm herself down. Peter attached the two electrical leads to the base of the cage then plugged the third wire into the wall socket. She heard a hum and saw a red light flashing on top of the box. Peter set the box on the floor directly in front of her. "There we go, all set now." He nudged it with his foot. "Can you see it OK?" "Y...yes, Sir," she stammered, eyes wide, mouth trembling. She watched the red light blinking, counted the slow flashes. One. Two. Three. "Well, I think we can all go about our day now, don't you?" Peter asked. Bill nodded and the four of them got up to leave the room. "Please, please, Sir, you can't leave me here like this, please, oh please, Sir..." Daisy begged. Peter ignored her. When everyone else was gone, he flicked off the light and left, pulling the door closed behind him. Daisy was engulfed in complete darkness, the red blinking light the only thing keeping her company. -- The lights flooded the room and Daisy squinted and lowered her head. "No!" she thought and she tried to stop herself. Too late. Her chin touched the nearest electrode and she jerked back, her upper arms moving now, skin contacting more of the little probes, the shocks traveling through her body while she tried to will herself to freeze but the pain shot through her and she squirmed, opening her knees, the outsides of her legs getting shocked now, then her calves as she moved around, trying to find the exact location where she wasn't touching any part of the cage. It took only several seconds, but it was an eternity of pain for her. She sobbed and shook, trying desperately to catch her breath which came in short, quick gasps. "How is she doing?" Daisy heard the Doctor's voice ask. "I've been watching on the infrared," Donna answered. "She's tough, this one. She can take a lot more current if you like." Daisy heard the eager edge to Donna's voice, knew it was exciting her to even contemplate pushing up the voltage. "You're sick, just like Peter said," Doctor G sneered. "No, this is just fine." He leaned over and looked at Daisy. "How are you? Can you hear me? Do you know what I'm saying?" "Yes, Sir," Daisy replied. "She can still answer," the Doctor said, amused. "I don't know where Peter finds them." He looked at Donna, then at Daisy again. "I wonder how long this one will last." He reached between Daisy's back and the back of the chair and pushed her forward, pressing her chest hard into the cage. Daisy screamed and twisted, trying to get away, the current biting hard at her titties. Her arms went up then and she felt the shocks up and down from her wrists to her shoulders then her legs started moving too until every part of her was twitching and then everything went black. -- Donna was slapping her face when she woke. "There, that's better." Daisy blinked and saw her evil smile through wet eyes. Donna stepped back and swung the four metal strips that had been covering her face back into place. "You can turn the current back on, Doctor," Donna said. Daisy immediately felt up and down her body, making sure nothing was touching any of the studs. She saw the red light start blinking again but there was no pain. She was safe for now. "So, you're saying you'll pay me to do that?" Donna asked. Daisy wondered what she'd missed when she was passed out. "Look, Peter seems to have some attachment to this thing and I can't afford to have his sentimentality interfering with my treatment." Doctor G took a notebook out of his pocket and wrote something down. He showed it to Donna. Donna's face broke into a grin. She looked at Daisy, her eyes roaming from her ankles to her crotch to her belly to her face. "I'll have this animal broken by the end of the week." She looked at Daisy's chest again and smiled. "Peter may be able to find them, but in the end, I'm the one who has to break them." She leaned closer to Daisy. "Isn't that right, you freak?" Daisy trembled, "y..es, Mistress." "And not a word of this to Peter. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Daisy promised. "Do you understand?" Donna repeated, louder this time. "Yes, Mistress." "You are mine, you worthless piece of meat. We've already done the paperwork. Nobody is expecting you to come home. You thought this was a two week vacation. You were wrong. This is your new life. Welcome to it." "She won't last," the Doctor said, staring at Daisy like an animal in a cage. "They never do," Donna said. She turned to the Doctor. "Is that a problem?" He shook his head. "Cost of doing business." They turned off the lights and left her in the darkness again. Daisy sat as still as she could. Her mind was racing. What did Donna mean that nobody was expecting her to come home? Donna didn't even know her, Peter had set up the whole trip. Hadn't he? Her head spun. She was getting tired of sitting, her body restless, muscles aching. She let her leg drift to the side and bit her lip as the shock jolted her. She slumped slightly and her shoulders and chest were shocked. She kept moving in and out of balance, small shocks keeping her on edge. The wooden wedge between her legs was agony. She moved forward and back when she could but always at the risk of another jolt of electricity. Sometime in the early afternoon, she let go of the load in her bladder, feeling it spread warm and wet along the undersides of her legs and drip off the back of the chair. After several hours, she couldn't take it anymore and started screaming insanely, pushing her arms and legs against the electrodes, feeling the pain course through her body, screaming again long and loud, pressing her titties against the metal strips, even sticking out her tongue, then opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around one of the small studs. She jerked her crotch back and forth on the wedge, felt the sensations between her legs, tried to make herself cum, screamed louder with frustration that she couldn't. Donna opened the door slowly and turned on the light, stood and stared with a satisfied look on her face. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Daisy screamed, still grinding and humping at the wedge, still pressing her flesh into the metal that was shooting current into her body. "Magnificent animal," Donna taunted. She reached her hand between Daisy's legs and Daisy humped hard and fast, shrieking as she came and pushed her body harder against the metal. Donna knelt on the floor in front of Daisy and stared into her eyes. "Beg." Daisy knew immediately what she wanted. "Turn it up, please, Mistress, turn it up, turn...ARRGHHHH!!!!" Donna turned the knob and pushed her fingers harder against Daisy's cunt. She came again, screaming wildly and jerking against the metal. She was drooling and snot was running down her face, her body tense and arched, face pressed hard against the studs there too. The Doctor came into the room and took the control box from Donna, turned the power off. Daisy collapsed against the cage, soaked in sweat and completely limp. She was muttering and crying, her hips still humping the wedge, lips trembling and flecked with foam. Tears ran down her face. "Remove the wedge," the Doctor told Donna. She slid her hand between Daisy's legs and started to slide the wedge forward. She stopped halfway and started lifting the end up. Daisy screamed as the pain shot through her crotch and up into her back and belly. Donna lifted it higher and higher, Daisy's ass came up off the seat but her legs had no strength to hold her. Finally, Donna jerked the wood away and Daisy fell back to the chair, moaning and shaking. "Let her rest," the Doctor said. Donna snapped at him. "Fuck you, this is my show." She flipped the current back on and Daisy jerked, scrambling frantically to get back into her neutral position. "See? She's fine," Donna said. Doctor G looked at Daisy. She was a complete wreck but he couldn't resist letting his eyes feast on her firm, tanned, sweat-soaked flesh. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" Donna taunted. The Doctor didn't answer. Donna pressed her hand against his crotch. "You've got a hard on. Not the professional research you try to pretend you are, hm?" she laughed. Doctor G whispered, "fuck you," and walked back out the door. Donna leaned toward Daisy. "Men like little whores like you," she said. "Luck for them, there's women like me to keep you in your place." She got up and followed him back into the corridor, pulling the door closed. Daisy was alone in the dark with the red light again.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 05 Daisy is given to the second prisoner - a woman - a former Russian interrogator who specializes in psychotropic drugs. [Day 3 (Monday) - mid-afternoon] A dozen women prisoners circled around Daisy while the guards scrubbed her in the cold water. They shared cigarettes and sipped from airplane-sized bottles of whiskey. The women were a variety of shapes and sizes but they all wore identical bright orange jumpsuits. "You like her?" one of the women asked the other. Daisy raised her head, blinked the water out of her eyes and saw a tall, heavyset woman with close-cut brown hair and bright red lips. She smiled at Daisy. "Ah, you recognize my voice?" Daisy started to speak but her feet slid out from under her on the soapy tile floor. One of the guards grabbed her by the arm and steadied her. "Stop moving," she growled. The woman stepped forward but the guard put up her hand. "Don't fuck with me, Kira. She'd not yours for another twenty minutes." The guard dropped the brush and put her hands on her hips, turned toward Kira. "You wouldn't want to lose your turn, would you?" Kira's voice softened and she stepped back. "No, ma'am. No." Daisy saw the resentment and hate in Kira's eyes. She was channeling it all toward Daisy and it scared her. She'd been shown Kira's rap sheet over her tiny lunch of half a cup of tuna and water. Kira had been behind bars for her sex crimes for eight years now. Today would be the first time she would be able to play with a living woman. Eight years of build-up tension, coupled with her obvious anger toward the guards. Daisy shivered as she watched Kira back away and plant herself against the wall. The guards continued their routine, brutally scrubbing Daisy's skin with the brush and soap, hosing her down with cold water. Fat Ron had left her a sweaty, cum soaked mess. They fed her lunch in the same room Fat Ron had fucked her in, her sitting in the corner, her exhausted body propped up against the cool tiles. She'd eaten the tuna with her fingers, then licked the plate to get every last bit. Bill and the Doctor stayed in the room, comparing notes about exactly how much current she'd been able to take and how long they thought she would last next time Fat Ron had a turn at her. She was too tired to care. They'd given her the one-page writeup on Kira, told her Kira would have her from two until four. She'd slept from eleven o'clock until one in the afternoon, but her sleep was fitful, filled with nightmares and Kira's face. Kira was a Russian woman in her late fifties. She'd been a scientist, a chemist, and had worked for the KGB during the Cold War and after. She was an interrogator. Her specialty was concocting chemical mixtures that were tailored for each individual subject. Depending on their psychological makeup, she knew some would respond better to hallucinations, some to anxiety, some to paralysis, some to hyperactivity. Whatever they feared most, she would find some chemical way to produce. What had terrified Daisy most was a line written in red pencil across the bottom of the page. "Creepy, crawly things. Darkness." The two things Daisy feared the most. Did Kira know? Had she been given that sheet? Daisy wanted to believe "no" - even "maybe" but she knew better. Peter would not have missed such an opportunity. The women finished rinsing Daisy then toweled her dry and led her out of the common shower and into the dressing area. The shorter of the two motioned to Kira, "how do you want her?" Kira raised her right hand and pressed the corner of a photograph against her upper lip. She walked slowly toward them, flicking the photo gently up and down over her mouth. Daisy heard the snap of the hard paper each time she flicked it. Kira handed it to the guard. Daisy recognized it immediately. "Daisy in red.jpg" she's called the file when she sent it to Peter several months ago. He'd given it to Kira. She wondered how many other photos of her Kira had. "Oh yeah, she's hot in this one," the guard said, handing it to the other woman. She looked at the photo, then at Daisy, then back at the photo. "He brought this one." She handed the photo back to Kira. "I guess he knew." The guards helped Daisy into the dress. It was low cut, sleeveless, and short, a flowing bright red material that clung to her body and showed off every curve. "We're going to have to leave her barefoot. She could hardly walk after Fat Ron got through with her." It was true. Daisy wasn't sure if it was the electric shocks or the hard fucking but her legs were still like rubber. Daisy looked at Kira. The woman was all hard edges, her face serious and stern, her eyes glowing with intelligence and excitement. She knew that if they'd given Fat Ron access to the equipment he'd used on her, they would surely have given Kira access to any drugs she wanted. She was scared again, her mind scrambling for a way out, a way to avoid whatever Kira had concocted for her. She decided to try to seduce her, maybe she could avoid Kira's perversion if she offered her something else. Daisy saw that Kira was staring at her legs. She knew they were pale against the red of the dress, creamy and enticing. She spread her feet just a bit farther apart, knew it would accentuate her thighs and the space between them. She was very sexy like that and she could tell Kira was getting aroused. Daisy swayed her hips just the slightest bit, trying to read Kira, trying not to be too obvious. She saw Kira's eyes move, then her own hips. It was working. She let her left hand drift slowly toward the hem of her skirt. If she could slide it up her leg a bit, she was sure Kira would be hooked. They could go to one of the cots and she would put her face between Kira's thighs and lick her, make her cum, distract her from... "Kira! It's time. Where do you want her?" A smile broke across Kira's face. The spell was broken. The guards had shattered Daisy's hopes. Kira moved close, ran her fingers across Daisy's cheek. "I know what you were doing, little one. You are very, very smart. Very smart." She leaned in and kissed Daisy on the mouth, lips closed. "But not smart enough." Daisy felt her body go limp, the fight drained out of her, along with any hope of escape. === "Hold her!" Kira barked at the guards. Daisy twisted against the straps with all her strength, the guards pressed her shoulders harder and finally managed to pin her to the back of the chair. "Do it!" one of them said. Kira rushed forward and plunged the four-inch needles deep into Daisy's breasts. Daisy screamed but stopped struggling, she was terrified the needles might break off. The guards let go and Kira leaned close, her breath in Daisy's face. "Cunt," she growled. "You let men touch your body, you put their bodies in your mouth, you let them do all the dirty things to you." As she spoke, she pushed slowly on the plungers. Daisy could feel the burning right away as the chemicals spread through her chest. "And you were trying to make me want you too, weren't you?" She pulled her head back and spit in Daisy's face, then leaned closer again. "You are a worthless piece of human meat." She pulled the syringes out and walked across the room, set them down on a table. Daisy trembled, unsure of what to expect next. She felt warmth spreading through her body now, down her arms and legs, up her neck. Kira leaned against the table and folded her arms. Then, she started swaying back and forth. No, it wasn't Kira, it was the room. Daisy felt hands moving and her arms dropped to her side - they'd taken off the straps. She stood up, felt dizzy, took a step forward. Kira stood watching, quiet and still. The guards began mumbling. Or speaking in a foreign language. Daisy turned her head to look at them but instead of the two guards, she saw two goats. They were standing upright, making noises to each other. Daisy took another step and stumbled. She tried to reach out her hand but it wouldn't respond. Someone caught her and steadied her. She looked and saw it was Kira. But she was naked now, her crotch, a big bush of thick black hair, her breasts huge and sagging halfway down her chest. Daisy felt something on her arm and brushed it away. It came back. She turned her head and saw a spider. She gave a yelp and slapped her arm. But there were more, she felt them now on both of her arms. And crawling up and down her body. She ripped at her dress, pulling it off, tearing it. The things were everywhere now, she swiped and clawed at her arms and legs and belly, slapping and scratching, panic driving her. She fell to the floor, rolling on the tiles, starting to beg now. The things were under her skin, inside her, crawling across her face, up her nose, over her eyes and deep inside her cunt. From far away, she felt pain, someone was pulling her up by her hair, dragging her. She felt curly pubic hair scratching her lips and nose and smelled cunt. She opened her mouth and started licking and sucking wildly, a maniac trying to escape into this dense forest. She mashed her face into Kira's crotch, her fingers opening the swollen lips, sucking the clit, then pushing her tongue deep into the woman's body. Still, the things were coming at her. She slid her body closer, wrapped her knees around Kira's legs, her body wildly humping, her crotch grinding against Kira's shin. The things were swarming, she wrapped one arm around Kira's ass, pulling her closer, her other arm scratching and clawing at her own flesh, the bugs never letting up. The room started getting dark now and Daisy felt herself plunged deeper into fear, the things would get her, she wouldn't seem them coming. Her eyes were wide open but she couldn't see anything, she'd gone blind. She ground her face harder into Kira's crotch, the only place she felt safe, licking and sucking, pressed so hard she couldn't breathe but she didn't care, she had to get away from the things. From somewhere far off, she heard laughing, then felt something hard being pushed up into her body. She didn't know if it was her ass or her cunt but she started humping backward at it, moaning now and moving faster. Whatever was inside her got bigger and bigger, penetrated deeper, started fucking her. She came and came again, her body convulsing against Kira's, her face pulling away while she gasped for air, the pushed deep into Kira's crotch again, over and over, while the tiny things kept crawling over every inch of her body. She was going insane now, she couldn't think of anything, her body just a huge thing of tongue and lips seeking safety between Kira's pussy lips. She was crying, her free hand scratching at her own cunt hard and fast, trying to get those things, those tiny, crawly things, off of her body. Finally, she felt a flood of hot juice squirting into her mouth and opened up and swallowed it, the rest of it dripped down her body and splashed on the floor. She felt a gushing in her own cunt, felt like her insides were pouring out between her legs, whatever was inside of her was yanked out, then she was jerked upward, dragged across the floor, stood up, strapped back onto the T, legs apart, arms open wide. She was blubbering, begging for a cunt to eat, begging for someone to "get these things off of me, get them off!!" They left her there for another hour, screaming and struggling against the straps, until the drugs finally wore off and she fell asleep.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 05 Daisy is given to the second prisoner - a woman - a former Russian interrogator who specializes in psychotropic drugs. [Day 3 (Monday) - mid-afternoon] A dozen women prisoners circled around Daisy while the guards scrubbed her in the cold water. They shared cigarettes and sipped from airplane-sized bottles of whiskey. The women were a variety of shapes and sizes but they all wore identical bright orange jumpsuits. "You like her?" one of the women asked the other. Daisy raised her head, blinked the water out of her eyes and saw a tall, heavyset woman with close-cut brown hair and bright red lips. She smiled at Daisy. "Ah, you recognize my voice?" Daisy started to speak but her feet slid out from under her on the soapy tile floor. One of the guards grabbed her by the arm and steadied her. "Stop moving," she growled. The woman stepped forward but the guard put up her hand. "Don't fuck with me, Kira. She'd not yours for another twenty minutes." The guard dropped the brush and put her hands on her hips, turned toward Kira. "You wouldn't want to lose your turn, would you?" Kira's voice softened and she stepped back. "No, ma'am. No." Daisy saw the resentment and hate in Kira's eyes. She was channeling it all toward Daisy and it scared her. She'd been shown Kira's rap sheet over her tiny lunch of half a cup of tuna and water. Kira had been behind bars for her sex crimes for eight years now. Today would be the first time she would be able to play with a living woman. Eight years of build-up tension, coupled with her obvious anger toward the guards. Daisy shivered as she watched Kira back away and plant herself against the wall. The guards continued their routine, brutally scrubbing Daisy's skin with the brush and soap, hosing her down with cold water. Fat Ron had left her a sweaty, cum soaked mess. They fed her lunch in the same room Fat Ron had fucked her in, her sitting in the corner, her exhausted body propped up against the cool tiles. She'd eaten the tuna with her fingers, then licked the plate to get every last bit. Bill and the Doctor stayed in the room, comparing notes about exactly how much current she'd been able to take and how long they thought she would last next time Fat Ron had a turn at her. She was too tired to care. They'd given her the one-page writeup on Kira, told her Kira would have her from two until four. She'd slept from eleven o'clock until one in the afternoon, but her sleep was fitful, filled with nightmares and Kira's face. Kira was a Russian woman in her late fifties. She'd been a scientist, a chemist, and had worked for the KGB during the Cold War and after. She was an interrogator. Her specialty was concocting chemical mixtures that were tailored for each individual subject. Depending on their psychological makeup, she knew some would respond better to hallucinations, some to anxiety, some to paralysis, some to hyperactivity. Whatever they feared most, she would find some chemical way to produce. What had terrified Daisy most was a line written in red pencil across the bottom of the page. "Creepy, crawly things. Darkness." The two things Daisy feared the most. Did Kira know? Had she been given that sheet? Daisy wanted to believe "no" - even "maybe" but she knew better. Peter would not have missed such an opportunity. The women finished rinsing Daisy then toweled her dry and led her out of the common shower and into the dressing area. The shorter of the two motioned to Kira, "how do you want her?" Kira raised her right hand and pressed the corner of a photograph against her upper lip. She walked slowly toward them, flicking the photo gently up and down over her mouth. Daisy heard the snap of the hard paper each time she flicked it. Kira handed it to the guard. Daisy recognized it immediately. "Daisy in red.jpg" she's called the file when she sent it to Peter several months ago. He'd given it to Kira. She wondered how many other photos of her Kira had. "Oh yeah, she's hot in this one," the guard said, handing it to the other woman. She looked at the photo, then at Daisy, then back at the photo. "He brought this one." She handed the photo back to Kira. "I guess he knew." The guards helped Daisy into the dress. It was low cut, sleeveless, and short, a flowing bright red material that clung to her body and showed off every curve. "We're going to have to leave her barefoot. She could hardly walk after Fat Ron got through with her." It was true. Daisy wasn't sure if it was the electric shocks or the hard fucking but her legs were still like rubber. Daisy looked at Kira. The woman was all hard edges, her face serious and stern, her eyes glowing with intelligence and excitement. She knew that if they'd given Fat Ron access to the equipment he'd used on her, they would surely have given Kira access to any drugs she wanted. She was scared again, her mind scrambling for a way out, a way to avoid whatever Kira had concocted for her. She decided to try to seduce her, maybe she could avoid Kira's perversion if she offered her something else. Daisy saw that Kira was staring at her legs. She knew they were pale against the red of the dress, creamy and enticing. She spread her feet just a bit farther apart, knew it would accentuate her thighs and the space between them. She was very sexy like that and she could tell Kira was getting aroused. Daisy swayed her hips just the slightest bit, trying to read Kira, trying not to be too obvious. She saw Kira's eyes move, then her own hips. It was working. She let her left hand drift slowly toward the hem of her skirt. If she could slide it up her leg a bit, she was sure Kira would be hooked. They could go to one of the cots and she would put her face between Kira's thighs and lick her, make her cum, distract her from... "Kira! It's time. Where do you want her?" A smile broke across Kira's face. The spell was broken. The guards had shattered Daisy's hopes. Kira moved close, ran her fingers across Daisy's cheek. "I know what you were doing, little one. You are very, very smart. Very smart." She leaned in and kissed Daisy on the mouth, lips closed. "But not smart enough." Daisy felt her body go limp, the fight drained out of her, along with any hope of escape. === "Hold her!" Kira barked at the guards. Daisy twisted against the straps with all her strength, the guards pressed her shoulders harder and finally managed to pin her to the back of the chair. "Do it!" one of them said. Kira rushed forward and plunged the four-inch needles deep into Daisy's breasts. Daisy screamed but stopped struggling, she was terrified the needles might break off. The guards let go and Kira leaned close, her breath in Daisy's face. "Cunt," she growled. "You let men touch your body, you put their bodies in your mouth, you let them do all the dirty things to you." As she spoke, she pushed slowly on the plungers. Daisy could feel the burning right away as the chemicals spread through her chest. "And you were trying to make me want you too, weren't you?" She pulled her head back and spit in Daisy's face, then leaned closer again. "You are a worthless piece of human meat." She pulled the syringes out and walked across the room, set them down on a table. Daisy trembled, unsure of what to expect next. She felt warmth spreading through her body now, down her arms and legs, up her neck. Kira leaned against the table and folded her arms. Then, she started swaying back and forth. No, it wasn't Kira, it was the room. Daisy felt hands moving and her arms dropped to her side - they'd taken off the straps. She stood up, felt dizzy, took a step forward. Kira stood watching, quiet and still. The guards began mumbling. Or speaking in a foreign language. Daisy turned her head to look at them but instead of the two guards, she saw two goats. They were standing upright, making noises to each other. Daisy took another step and stumbled. She tried to reach out her hand but it wouldn't respond. Someone caught her and steadied her. She looked and saw it was Kira. But she was naked now, her crotch, a big bush of thick black hair, her breasts huge and sagging halfway down her chest. Daisy felt something on her arm and brushed it away. It came back. She turned her head and saw a spider. She gave a yelp and slapped her arm. But there were more, she felt them now on both of her arms. And crawling up and down her body. She ripped at her dress, pulling it off, tearing it. The things were everywhere now, she swiped and clawed at her arms and legs and belly, slapping and scratching, panic driving her. She fell to the floor, rolling on the tiles, starting to beg now. The things were under her skin, inside her, crawling across her face, up her nose, over her eyes and deep inside her cunt. From far away, she felt pain, someone was pulling her up by her hair, dragging her. She felt curly pubic hair scratching her lips and nose and smelled cunt. She opened her mouth and started licking and sucking wildly, a maniac trying to escape into this dense forest. She mashed her face into Kira's crotch, her fingers opening the swollen lips, sucking the clit, then pushing her tongue deep into the woman's body. Still, the things were coming at her. She slid her body closer, wrapped her knees around Kira's legs, her body wildly humping, her crotch grinding against Kira's shin. The things were swarming, she wrapped one arm around Kira's ass, pulling her closer, her other arm scratching and clawing at her own flesh, the bugs never letting up. The room started getting dark now and Daisy felt herself plunged deeper into fear, the things would get her, she wouldn't seem them coming. Her eyes were wide open but she couldn't see anything, she'd gone blind. She ground her face harder into Kira's crotch, the only place she felt safe, licking and sucking, pressed so hard she couldn't breathe but she didn't care, she had to get away from the things. From somewhere far off, she heard laughing, then felt something hard being pushed up into her body. She didn't know if it was her ass or her cunt but she started humping backward at it, moaning now and moving faster. Whatever was inside her got bigger and bigger, penetrated deeper, started fucking her. She came and came again, her body convulsing against Kira's, her face pulling away while she gasped for air, the pushed deep into Kira's crotch again, over and over, while the tiny things kept crawling over every inch of her body. She was going insane now, she couldn't think of anything, her body just a huge thing of tongue and lips seeking safety between Kira's pussy lips. She was crying, her free hand scratching at her own cunt hard and fast, trying to get those things, those tiny, crawly things, off of her body. Finally, she felt a flood of hot juice squirting into her mouth and opened up and swallowed it, the rest of it dripped down her body and splashed on the floor. She felt a gushing in her own cunt, felt like her insides were pouring out between her legs, whatever was inside of her was yanked out, then she was jerked upward, dragged across the floor, stood up, strapped back onto the T, legs apart, arms open wide. She was blubbering, begging for a cunt to eat, begging for someone to "get these things off of me, get them off!!" They left her there for another hour, screaming and struggling against the straps, until the drugs finally wore off and she fell asleep.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 08 Donna is left in charge of Daisy and makes up a pepper smear for her. [Day 4 (Tuesday - later)] The darkness in the room made it hard for Daisy to keep her balance. Every so often, she'd move or relax and get a shock from the metal cage. She was crying and afraid, the trip wasn't what she had intended at all. The Doctor was insane and she didn't understand what Peter had in mind. After all they'd been through together, she couldn't imagine he was crazy enough to go along with everything the Doctor had described. The light came on and Daisy blinked her eyes. She was still alone, just her, the chair and the control box. The door opened and she saw Donna again. She shuddered. Donna was even more insane than the Doctor. She'd invented the entire story about Daisy being trapped in the States, nobody at home knowing to look for her, her job and apartment and assets all gone. The woman was unhinged. And dangerous. "Tired?" she purred, stepping closer. "Your friend Peter isn't due back until tomorrow morning, did you know that?" Daisy shook her head slightly, aware of the metal studs waiting just inches away to shock her if she moved too far. "And the Doctor has left for the night," she walked around behind Daisy, moving slowly and deliberately. "He left me in charge. He left you in my care. What do you think of that?" Daisy shuddered. Donna terrified her. She was cold, cruel, and completely without emotion. And now the two of them were alone. She was completely at this woman's mercy. "I...this one...I think you will do what the Doctor has in mind," she said, attempting to compliment her. Donna laughed. "Oh, you stupid little fuck!" She picked up the control box and turned off the current. "Get in here!" she called. Two towering men dressed head to toe in black latex came into the room. They quickly undid the connections of the cage and swung the faceplate free. Donna motioned for them to leave and they did. She took Daisy by the hand and pulled her up. Daisy lost her balance, her body was exhausted and stiff from sitting. She fell to the floor. "Come along," Donna said without stopping. She walked down the hall, Daisy stumbling along on her hands and knees. They got the end of the hallway and Donna unlocked a door and held it open, nudged Daisy through with her foot. Daisy looked up and froze. Sitting in a chair against the wall was Kira. The big woman was wearing a yellow housedress and had a big wide smile on her face. Daisy shuffled her feet, tried to crawl back through the door but Donna pushed her over and pulled it closed. Daisy curled in a ball on the floor sobbing. Kira's drugs were possibly the only thing in the world she feared more than Donna. She couldn't take another dose, couldn't stand the blindness and helplessness and feeling all those things crawling on her flesh that weren't really there. "Please, please, please..." she repeated, rocking back and forth, her knees pulled tightly against her chest. Donna grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. "You pathetic little cunt." She pointed at Kira with her free hand. "You should be honored that a brilliant woman like Kira is even interested in you, is even talking to you. You are nothing, do you understand? Nothing." She pushed her head back down and Daisy curled into a ball again. Donna went to an intercom and pressed the button. "Let's get this started," she said. In just a few seconds, the door opened and a dozen men dressed in the same latex outfits filed into the room. Daisy watched them, noticed for the first time that the outfits opened at the crotch, that their cocks were hanging free, noticed that most of the men were black and that all of their cocks were thick and long. Most hung down to their knees. "Genetically enhanced," Kira said, watching Daisy's eyes. "Another of my inventions." Donna crouched down and grabbed Daisy's hair again. "You're staring at their cocks. You're ready to fuck them, aren't you?" "Yes, yes, if I fuck them you'll protect me from Kira?" Donna turned and looked at the big Russian woman. "Did you hear that? This piece of shit thinks she has to be protected from you." Kira walked across the room and stood towering over Daisy. "What do you want protection from, little pizda?" She reached into a pocket in the dress and took out a small case. Daisy panicked, her feet shuffling against the floor, trying to slide away, trembling. Four of the men quickly grabbed her and stood her up, holding her paralyzed while Kira opened the case in front of her face. "You did not like my last one, did you?" she asked softly. Daisy muttered "no, no" and started sobbing. Kira took out the syringe and pointed it at Daisy. She pressed the tip against her cheek. Daisy stood frozen, terrified. "This one is much, much worse. You will feel paranoia. Terror. And the only relief will come through pain. I've seen women pulling out their own fingernails to cause enough pain to distract them from the terror." She ran the needle along the side of Daisy's face. She ran it down her neck while Daisy shook and begged her for mercy. Kira looked at Donna. Donna stood up and waved her arm, indicating the men in the room. "Fuck all of them and then we'll see," she said. Daisy threw herself to her knees and started sucking the closest man's cock, raised her ass and opened her cheeks, inviting a cock to rape her asshole. She looked up at the man she was sucking and begged him to fuck her ass. He stepped around back of her and rammed himself deep. She felt herself ripped in half, wondered if he'd torn her, didn't care. She took another cock in her mouth and sucked deep, pushing herself to take it in her throat and not gag. The men took turns pounding at her ass and mouth until she was dripping cum down her thighs and could barely see straight. When the last man was finished, Donna stood up and applauded. "Not bad, but then it's nothing for a whore like you, is it?" She motioned for Daisy to come closer. Daisy staggered across the room. Donna handed her a small jar. "Smear his deep inside your pussy and ass and we'll see about sending Kira home." She handed Daisy a dildo. "This will help you get it deep inside." Daisy opened the jar and immediately smelled the pepper sauce. It was bright red and creamy. Donna nodded. "Cayenne, jabanero, vinegar, icy hot, and a few other chemicals just for good measure." Daisy dipped her fingers in it and smeared it up and down the sides of the dildo. Donna grabbed it from her. "Fucking stupid cunt!" She lathered it on, smearing it thick up and down every inch. Daisy took it back and squatted, pressed the thing against her pussy. In one quick motion, Donna put her left hand on Daisy's shoulder and with her right, helped Daisy shove it in deep and fast. Daisy gave a small yelp. Donna fucked it in and out a few times, then pulled it out -- Daisy's fingers still holding the base -- and shoved it up her ass. It only took a couple of seconds for the burning to start. In less than a minute, Daisy was waddling around the room, hands between her legs, knees pressed tight, moaning and crying and then screaming from the pain. The men pulled on rubbers and started mounting her again, two at a time now, sometimes one in her cunt and one in her ass, sometimes both in the same hole. They fucked her savagely and she screamed from the burning fire inside her. Donna laughed and smeared the cream on the condoms before each of them took her, her insides felt like someone had shoved the sun up inside her. When the men were tired of her, they carried her to Kira, holding her up under her shoulders. "Are you ready, you stupid fucking little whore?" Donna taunted. Daisy was too far gone to even answer, her world a red-hot river of pain. Kira picked up the needle and pressed it against Daisy's left nipple. Daisy pushed herself forward, impaling herself on the cool steel, anything but what was going on between her legs. Donna reached for Kira's wrist and gently pulled her back. "Some other time. We have nothing to learn from her while she's in this state." Kira nodded and pulled the needle roughly out of Daisy's titty. Daisy fell to her knees and clutched Kira's legs, begging her for the injection, anything to make the pain go away, anything. Kira kicked her off and went back to sit down on the bench. Donna just stood and stared at Daisy, writhing on the ground, her cunt and ass on fire, her eyes running with water, her body exhausted and fucked out. "I own you. Never forget that. I own you."
Chapter 6 [starts Thurs night - ends Thurs night] Thursday night was the first time I had any real concerns about what shape my wife might be in when they were through with her and sent her back to me. I opened the email from Karl, read it once, and immediately called him on the phone. "Karl, what the hell? We had an agreement..." "Tony, Tony, my friend, wait, let me explain..." I was hesitant but his voice was calm and controlled so I figured I'd give him a chance to explain. By the time our call was finished, I was not only reassured that she was ultimately safe but eager to connect to the video feed he gave me. The screen lit up on a full body shot of my wife. My dick went hard immediately. The restraints were simple but effective and displayed her tender tits, belly and thighs in a way that simply screamed "hurt me". She was attached to a metal frame that pulled her arms out from her shoulders and back at a 45 degree angle. Her back was arched so her belly was forward and stretched tight. Her legs were open and pulled back as well, the knees and ankles secured with metal bands. With just those six simple metal bands, they'd rendered her completely helpless. I keyed the URL into one of my other laptops and brought up the camera that showed the zoom view of her face. She was breathing hard, face turned sideways, trying to press it into her shoulder - the sure sign she was turned on but didn't want to show it. A subtitle came across the monitor "shooting starts in 5...4...3...2...1..." I settled back in my chair and unzipped my pants, patting my cock lightly through my underpants. Three men walked into the room and circled Suzi. "So this is the one with the ass?" asked the first man. He was over six feet tall, beefy, with short cut blond hair and a close trimmed beard. He wore a skintight, short sleeved shirt and black jeans tucked into cowboy boots. "She's been in training for weeks. Watch this," said the second man. He was much older, easily in his sixties, short, and dressed in an expensive grey suit. He was carrying a doctor's bag and set it on the floor between Suzi's legs. He took a red rubber ball out of his bag and spit on it, rubbing it with both hands. It was slightly bigger than a tennis ball and shiny with his saliva. He walked behind her and leaned forward, looking in her eyes. "We're going to play catch." Suzi's eyes got wider and I stroked my cock again. He held the ball in front of her mouth. "Go on, lick it. Get it nice and wet." Suzi opened her mouth and licked the ball once, then again. He pushed it against her lips and rubbed it back and forth. "Mark, enough," said the third man. He was younger, in his mid twenties, but short and thin with a face that looked like an angry rodent. "Get on with it." Mark walked around and pressed the ball between Suzi's ass cheeks. "Open wide," he said, then pushed it up inside her with one hard motion. Suzi moaned and my cock jerked. Mark patted her on the belly and said, "good girl." Suzi moaned and pressed her face harder into her shoulder. "Kenny, give me another," Mark said. The big man took another ball out of the bag and handed it to Mark. He spit on it, rubbed it, then shoved it into her cunt. He followed those with two more, then stepped back a few feet. "OK, honey. Now shoot one of them to me. The one in your ass." He cupped his hand and crouched slightly. "Come on. Clean yourself out so Kenny can fuck you." Kenny walked around behind her, held her head in his big hands. "Unless you want him to fuck you with the ball up there?" Suzi started protesting then, begging him, but he didn't say a word. She got quiet then I saw her thighs start to strain, she lifted her body a few inches off of the metal frame and clenched. A ball shot out of her and onto the floor, bouncing once at Mark's feet. Mark looked at it, then looked at her and shook his head. "That was very bad." He turned his head slightly. "Sid?" Sid got between my wife's legs and bent down, picked up a leather strap from Mark's case. With a quick movement, he swatted it down dead center up the middle of her crotch. Suzy screamed and raised her hips. Sid hit her again and again, up and down the insides of both thighs twice, stopping to deliver a dozen blows to her pussy each time. "Now, bitch," Mark growled, do you think you can handle a simple little instruction? Shit out the ball that's up your ass." I watched Suzi, sobbing and shaking, tense her thighs again and another ball bounced across the room. Again, Sid flogged her cunt while Mark complained to her how useless she was and how she wasn't cooperating. Sid was beating her cunt with the belt when I saw her shudder and knew she'd cum. With everything she'd gone through in the last few weeks, anything they did would just turn her on. They didn't know it and it was just as well. Sid stopped and dropped the strap to the ground. Kenny leaned forward and looked her in the eyes. "You have two more balls inside you, one in your ass and one in your fuckhole. You're going to have one more chance. After that, I'm going to fuck you for all you're worth. And I really don't want to push that ball any deeper up into your ass than it already is. So, let's see what you can do." Suzi didn't say a word. I wondered if she was calculating a way to keep the ball inside her ass. They'd think she failed but I'd know better. It would hurt more and she would cum harder. Mark stepped closer and put his hands just underneath her ass and smiled. "Come on, now, let's see if you can make this easy on yourself." One last time, my wife's body tensed and lifted off the metal, one last time, a ball dropped into the old man's hands. "Your ass must be tighter than they told me," he said, shaking his head. He tuned to Kenny. "Enjoy," he said. Suzi started moaning, "no, please, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck...aRRRGGGHHH!!" Kenny held her hips tight and pulled his huge cock out of her, then rammed it in again. He fucked her for fifteen minutes before he threw back his head and groaned, filling my wife's ass with his cum. When he pulled out, cum gushed out and dripped down the insides of her thighs. Mark laughed and scooped it up with his fingers, pushing it back into her. "Come on, Sid, before she leaks out." Obediently, Sid slid his pants down around his knees and slid his cock deep into my wife's ass. "I feel the fucking ball!" he laughed, ramming his cock deeper up her ass. I rubbed my cock, wishing I was there. I would have gone around and fucked her face, let her feel the cum shooting into her from both ends, like so many times at home. But, I was here and she was there and besides, if one of them did decide to fuck her face, it would obstruct my view so it was just as well. I watched her as Sid fucked her, his cockhead ramming up against the ball buried deep up inside her now. She was moaning "no, no" but I would tell she was getting close to another orgasm. My cock was hard and I stroked the head, trying to think of her mouth but it wasn't working. Dammit! I was getting spoiled! I needed an ass to fuck. Her ass. Sid leaned forward and grabbed her nipples with both hands, pulling hard and shaking up and down. She started moaning harder then, her body arched as she came again. "Fuck! Look at that!" Mark laughed. "Sid, lean back." Sid stood up, let go of Suzi's nipples and smiled at Mark. Mark picked up a single-tail whip and swung it high above his head. When he brought it down across my wife's titties, she screamed and Sid jerked. "Oh fuck! Yeah, she snaps her asshole when you do that! Do it again, Mark." Mark swung again and Sid grunted. "Harder. And faster!" Mark stared swinging in earnest then and I watched the red stripes starting to appear across my wife's chest. She was getting more and more turned on, her head shaking side to side now, muttering nonsense. When Sid came, she opened her eyes and screamed at Mark "don't stop! don't stop! Motherfucker! Come on, harder! Oh fuck, yes, harder!" Mark dropped the whip on the floor and she started screaming "bastard, bastard, motherfucker! Cocksucker! Pussy! you fucking pussy!" The three men gathered around her and laughed, stroking her gently, pinching her nipples. "So, you like pain? How about we just touch you here... and here..." "Hurt me! Hurt me! Hurt me!" Suzi yelled over and over, but their laughing drowned most of it out. I stopped stroking myself, I wasn't going to cum so I might as well just admit it. I looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight, so ten down in Phoenix. They could keep fucking her all night but I couldn't afford to stay and watch, I'd be driving down to pick up John tomorrow so I needed some sleep. I was about to turn off the monitor when I saw the door open. Three more men came in, followed by a women in a white uniform. Someone was playing nurse? "So?" the woman asked, focusing on Mark. "Is she satisfactory?" Mark tilted his head. "Eh." "Well, did you hurt her?" the woman asked, stepping closer to Suzi. "We fucked her. Whipped her tits a little." The woman laughed. "Did you find the little prize I left for you?" The three men looked at each other, shaking their heads. "No. We didn't know there was a prize." Without missing a step, the woman leaned over my wife and pushed her hand straight into her pussy. She felt around for a minute while Suzi squirmed and moaned. "She likes that," Sid laughed. "Pump her a few times." "Later," the woman said, pulling her hand out. It was slick with Suzi's pussy juice but she held a small steel ball between her finger and thumb. "Messy, isn't it?" She pushed it into Suzi's mouth and smiled. "Clean it up for them." Suzi moved her tongue and I heard the ball rattle against her teeth. The woman shoved her hand back into Suzi's hole. "What's this?" she asked, turning to Mark. "What?" he asked. "I feel something inside here." She pushed two fingers into Suzi's ass. My wife moaned and raised her hips, fucking the woman's hand. The woman laughed. "Look at this whore." She pushed her arm deeper, halfway to the elbow while Suzi fucked and humped harder. "It's moving," the woman said. She slid her fingers out of my wife's ass and watched while the ball slowly spread her spinchter until it popped through and bounced on the floor. "You were fucking her with that inside her?" Mark answered, "yes. Felt good too." "Hmmm," the woman said. "Hand it to me." Mark picked it up. The woman took it and pushed it back into Suzi. "Do you have any more?" Suzi shuddered as another orgasm went through her. The woman kept fucking her cunt with her arm while she pushed the other three balls up into Suzi. She pulled her arm out and wiped it on Suzi's belly. "Anyone want to fuck her now?" she turned to the room. Mark and Sid of the men came up immediately. One spit on his cock and stroked it, the other pushed his into my wife's mouth. When the first man's cock got stiff, he started sliding the head up and down between her ass cheeks. "Now, about the pain," the woman said. She walked toward the door and I watched her open a small panel next to the light switch. She took out what looked like a large television remote control box. The three men who had come in with her looked at her and she nodded. They started working on Suzi then. One of them took a box out of a cabinet drawer and opened it to reveal a nest of wires and white adhesive pads. He attached two to each of Suzi's breasts, several up and down her arms and legs, and four on each of her ass cheeks. The second man wrapped rubber bands around the base of her titties, then several up and down her arms and legs, wrist to elbow and ankle to knee. The third man attached a metal device to her head and adjusted it so it kept her mouth wide open and her nostrils flared wide. Then, he took a plastic tube and pushed it several inches down into her throat. I shook my head, wondering what the hell he was up to. He adjusted something near her mouth and then let go of the tube. It stayed in place, deep down inside her. While they were preparing her, the man between her legs was pushing his cock slowly in. "The balls are so fucking tight!" he moaned, sliding further into my wife's ass. She must have been splitting open with his cock pushing those balls either deeper or sideways. "You all the way in?" the woman asked. The man just moaned and pulled himself harder against Suzi's crotch. "Tell me how this feels." I leaned forward to watch my wife's face closer. I didn't know what this woman was up to but Suzi's body was certainly prepared for something. "nnnnggggggg!" Suzi moaned around the tube. She arched her back and tensed every muscle in her legs and belly. The woman was shocking her, though I couldn't tell where. Her legs started to shake as the current went through her. Then, two of the others started snapping the rubber bands up and down her calves. She started screaming then, the pain too much finally even for Suzi. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mark yelled, "Keep on doing it, she's fucking milking my cock with her ass!" They snapped the rubber bands harder and Suzi's body went into spasms, twisting and jerking. The woman pressed a button and Suzi collapsed against the metal, moaning as the others kept snapping the rubber bands against her skin, now turning bright red. "Let her rest," the woman said calmly. The men stopped and Mark slid his cock out of her ass. She went limp, moaning through the tube. The woman in white nodded to one of the men. He went into the other room and came back with a gallon sized bottle of water. I quickly launched a browser and looked up "stomach capacity". Most of the medical sites said that 2 liters was about average. Three would be uncomfortable and four would be extreme. A person might begin to experience trouble breathing and a lot of pain. I looked at the gallon bottle. It wasn't quite full but that was easily 3 and a half liters. The woman stroked my wife's belly gently. "Now, David here," she nodded to the man holding the bottle, "had asked about giving our little toy an enema as part of the video." I leaned forward, Karl had told me they were taping this but I'd forgotten. "I had to tell him no. We all know this one is an ass slut, so if we fill her up, she won't be much fun to use, now will she?" The woman slid her hand up Suzi's body, now stroking her neck and cheeks. "So, we came to a compromise." Suzi's eyes registered panic now. I hadn't seen that in a long time. She understood what was going on and was afraid. My cock stiffened again. "David, get the funnel." David nodded and set the water bottle on the floor. He went into the other room and came back with a funnel. The woman nodded and David put the funnel into the end of the tube. Suzi started shaking now, trying to turn her head but the metal device kept her steady. "Ngghhhh," she grunted, trying to beg but not making any sense. "Take a deep breath," David said. I saw Suzi's belly rise, then David started pouring the water slowly into the tube. The woman rubbed Suzi's belly as the man slowly filled her with water. When the bottle was about half empty, she motioned for him to stop. Suzi was moaning and I saw her body relaxed, collapsed, not able to fight anymore. The woman came around and knelt in front of Suzi, brought her face close and started kissing her. My wife's body moved slightly, she was getting turned on. The woman stroked her breasts, licked her cheeks and lips, kissed her deep. Suzi moaned and ground her hips up and down. Then, the woman slid her hand down to Suzi's belly and pressed. Suzi grunted like a wounded animal and some water shot out of the tube. The woman slid her hand further down and started rubbing Suzi's cunt. She came quickly, shooting water out of the tube again, splashing David's pants. He slapped her face but the woman put up her hand. "She can't control herself." David nodded. "Go ahead, finish it," she said. David picked up the bottle and slowly poured the rest of the gallon into Suzi. Then, he quickly pulled the tube out and clamped his hand over her mouth. One of the other men handed him a roll of duct tape and he covered her mouth. A trickle of water drizzled out of her nose and he wiped it with his fingers. She was moaning now, quiet and steady. I knew she was in pain, this was a sound I didn't hear from her often. They stood and watched her for a long time. Suzi's body would lay still, then jerk every twenty seconds or so as her stomach cramped from all the water. Some would shoot out her nose as her body tried to expel it, but it was never more than a few drops. After about four or five minutes of this, one of the balls shot out of her ass and rolled across the floor. The woman nodded. "That was inevitable. And we're going to leave her like this until her body gives us back the other three balls." Shit, this woman was evil. I reached to turn off the full-body monitor but stopped myself halfway. David was stepping closer to Suzi with something in his hand. I couldn't see what it was until he raised it up and swung it. A thick, leather paddle. He brought it down on her swollen belly with a crack. Her whole body jerked and water shot out of her nose. She began squirming now, bucking her ass up and down and I knew she'd crossed the line again, she'd assimilated it all and the pain was turning her on. David swatted her again and her leg muscles locked as she came. Another of the balls flew out of her ass, this time it flew across the room like a cannon shot. This was one of the most ingenious things I'd seen done to my wife and I flicked the 'record' button on the monitor. I would want to watch this again tonight. After the fourth ball shot out, the woman told David to "drain her". He did, reinserting the tube and emptying all of the water - now yellow with bile - back into the bottle. They took off the shock pads and rubber bands and undid the metal straps that held her in place. Suzi tried to get up but only succeeded in rolling herself onto the floor. Four of the six took one last shot at her ass, then they left her alone to wait for Karl to come and pick her up. I clicked off the "record" and turned off the monitors. Karl had better have negotiated a good price for that, the video would be priceless.
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 03 [Day 1-2 (Saturday-Sunday) - late evening/early morning] Bill stepped forward and raised his glass in a toast. "I think we can start the main event now." He took a drink and motioned to two of his men. They rolled the big wooden X down the hallway and into a bigger room. ... end of Chapter 2 ... The wheels of the dolly underneath the big cross were small and Daisy's body felt every small bump in the floor like a blow. Every part of her body ached, every muscle was fatigued and screamed for rest, every inch of skin was raw and on fire. Underneath it all, though, she was alert and aroused -- this was what he'd promised her, what she'd hoped for when she got on the plane over twenty-four hours ago. She'd been a pain slut ever since she finished college and decided to turn herself over to her Master instead of her career, a choice she never regretted. Since he set her free, she'd been through a series of Masters and Mistresses, all of them disappointing. Until Peter. Even though most of the relationship had been long distance, that week in Las Vegas had convinced her that he was the only one she'd met since her first Master who could keep her interested. This trip hadn't been a letdown at all. Since she landed, he'd kept at her constantly, driving home his complete ownership of her body, relentlessly working her over with belts and brushes, paddles and probes. And now, the Pear. Evil genius. She felt it deep inside her, jerked again as the two men rolled the big St. Andrew's Cross over the small floor molding between the hallway and room they were entering. Daisy felt another rush of lust between her legs as she was rolled into the middle of the room. There were just over a dozen men -- and two women -- sitting in high-backed metal chairs. They were dressed identically: orange prison suits with numbers over the left breast pocket. Their heads were all shaved, men and women alike, and each wore a heavy manacle that locked their left ankle to the metal chairs. She knew from the movies that these were prisoners, and probably hardened prisoners judging by the metal chairs, the shackles, and the presence of an equal number of uniformed guards along the wall, each armed with a sawed-off shotgun. Her cunt gushed. She started looking at them one by one, making and holding eye contact, already feeling raped and helpless, feeling their bodies on top of her, feeling their animal energy penetrating her and ripping her apart. Bill led the others into the room, walking slowly and being careful to keep a safe distance from any of the orange-suited prisoners. The room was big enough for all of his guests to gather safely in the space behind the prisoners. "Daisy, one of the services I have the privilege of providing the state is participation in an experimental program called the Open Gate Initiative." Bill paused and waved to one of the guards. He nodded and the guard pointed to two of the other officers. They handed their rifles to the first man then headed toward Daisy. "The Open Gate Initiative is a treatment program for sexual deviants." The men detached the wires from Daisy's Pear and pulled the duct tape and battery packs off of her legs. "A significant amount of research has been done on the effects of anti-libidinal medications and behavior modification..." They collapsed the Pear and slid it gently out of Daisy's vagina then removed the anal probe. Daisy leaned against the wood, completely naked and empty now. "...but those treatments have had less-than-stellar long-term effectiveness. Open Gate takes a different approach..." The officers untied Daisy and lowered her from the cross, holding her steady so she didn't collapse on the floor. When she was able to support herself, they stepped away and took their place back in line. Bill had the two men roll the cross out of the room. They returned in a few minutes, pushing a single bed, sliding it against the wall. "...the idea with this program is to accept the fact that these perpetrators will never be cured. But, they can learn to manage their deviant obsessions through a system of controlled and predictable experiences. Scheduled periodic indulgence, if you will, of the tendencies that got them in trouble in the first place." I saw Daisy look around the room, her eyes slowly moving from face to face. She looked like a kid in a candy store. The idea that her body would be given over to a series of sexual deviants excited her. The idea that they would be using her as a kind of flesh and blood methadone excited her even more. They would know there was no chance of going to jail for anything they did, so they would have no reason to even attempt to control their impulses. They could play out their sickest fantasies on her body. Even in her exhausted state, I could tell she couldn't wait to let them get started. She opened her knees and slid her hand between her legs right there in front of the group. It was probably the most purely obscene thing I'd ever seen. She was challenging them, egging them on, throwing down the gauntlet. She opened her pussy lips and leaned her head forward, spit a gob of saliva into her crotch, rubbed it with two fingers, then pushed them deep insider her, moaning the whole time. The prisoners leered at her, leaning forward, nostrils flaring, eyes burning with lust. Bill watched as Daisy masturbated herself to a wild orgasm, thrashing on the floor in front of the crowd, ramming her fingers into her cunt, pulling hard at her nipples. When she finished, he told her to get on the bed on her hands and knees. Daisy crawled up and got into position. "Is that enticing?" he asked them prisoners. They grunted and started yelling what they wanted to do to her. Bill raised his hand and told them to calm down. "All in good time, all in good time. Now, the first thing I need to tell you is that you are all going to have your time with her. Her body will be yours to do with as you please. "All of the sessions will be broadcast live and recorded. Now, our little honey here is a schoolteacher over in her native Britain, so it will be interesting to see how she reacts to the cameras." I watched Daisy's reaction. She was horrified. She hadn't counted on this when she agreed to come over. Honestly, I hadn't either. It wasn't in my original plan because I couldn't afford to ruin her life. But, Bill could. He had the resources to move her in somewhere, keep her as one of his toys forever. He'd done it with other submissives, there was no reason to doubt he could do it with Daisy. "We will provide a few basic tools, to each of you based on your own conviction history. You will be given a soundproof place to work with Daisy." There was a murmur of approval through the group. "You, Rogers, for example. Very simple tools for you. Leather straps, clamps, and sandpaper." The man gave an evil grin and yelled, "I'll give you a show, warden, I'll give you one hell of a fucking show!" "And Williams," he said to one of the two women in the front row. "I know you don't need anything more than a simple length of wire, do you?" "This cunt is going to be begging me to finish her off by the time I'm done playing with her," the tall, overweight blond woman growled. "We're going to sequence you by lottery. Daisy is going to fuck each of you. A nice warm-up fuck, so you can get to know her. As she does, a timer on the wall behind you will be ticking. Your position in the lottery will be based on the location of the second hand on the dial. Not quite random but nothing you can really control either. You won't see the clock, so there'll be no cheating." Rumbles of complaints but they died down quickly when Bill started talking again. I kept my eyes on one of the men in the second row. He was a huge, hulking man with a completely bald head. He had tattoos up and down his neck and one across his left cheek, just underneath the eye, that said "evil". He turned his head and caught me looking. His glance sent chills through me. I wondered what he'd done then realized it was better not to know. "Starting Monday, we'll be giving her to two of you per night. You'll each have a full two hour session with her. I'll report back to the doctors on your progress. "Fuck that, let's get this party started," one of them yelled. The others joined in and soon the room was filled with their demands. Bill had the guards move the prisoners' chairs until they were in a full circle with Daisy kneeling in the middle. One by one, Bill made her crawl to them, unzip their orange jumpsuits, then either suck them until they came in her mouth or climb into their laps and fuck them face to face if they preferred. The two women, she licked and fingered until they got off. Both the men and women were allowed to slap and pinch her or pull her hair to their heart's content, but they couldn't bite, scratch, or otherwise break the skin. They enjoyed themselves regardless. We watched and listened as they each told her what they'd been arrested and convicted of, and what they had in mind for her when they got their two hours. By the middle of the session, she was completely limp and had to be carried from man to man, dropped into his lap and positioned like a rag doll. She gushed cum as she was lifted and carried and by the time she got to the last one, he didn't even want her. By consensus, they promised him first crack at her when their "treatment program" began on Monday evening. I checked my watch. It was a little after four in the morning. Daisy had been at it almost non-stop for over fourteen hours. They carried her back to the mattress. Daisy just lay there, her breathing shallow, her body completely still. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, stroked her hair. "Does anyone else want to use her? I have to get her back home soon." Two men from the back of the room stepped forward. The rest of them started filing back into the other room. Some of the couples went upstairs, the rest of them slowly drifted out the front door. The two men tried to use Daisy at the same time but she too tired and kept collapsing between them. They ended up taking turns in her ass, then everyone called it a night. --- Daisy slept at Bills. I'd planned to take her back to the City, to the nice hotel, but Bill showed me an ingenious little device he had set up and I couldn't resist trying it. Marco and David carried Daisy into one of the guest rooms and laid her flat on her back on the mattress. Bill opened a console in the wall and pushed a button. I heard a whirring noise and looked up. A thick sheet of plexiglas the size of the mattress was being lowered from the ceiling on four wires. When it was about an inch from Daisy, he stopped it. Another button and metal arms slid out from the bedposts and clamped the edges of plexiglass. The wires retracted. "Now, the inventive part," Bill said, proud of his invention. He turned a knob and the head of the bed started to slowly rise. There was a pivot in the middle of the mattress, the feet were going into a recess in the floor. After just a few minutes, the mattress was vertical. Daisy slid down a few inches, her body sandwiched between the clear plastic and the mattress. She didn't wake but her body looked horribly contorted, one leg splayed to the left, knees in, the other nearly straight. "Sweet dreams," Bill said. He led us out of the room and turned out the lights. "I don't get it," David said. "I mean, it looks uncomfortable and all but..." "Just wait. You'll find out in the morning." Bill pointed out four more guest rooms, each with its own toilet and shower, and we settled down for the night. --- A knock on the door woke me. I got out of bed and walked across the room. There was a beautiful, brown haired woman in a classic French Maid getup standing outside my door. She held a silver tray with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. "Breakfast is in the main dining room in fifteen minutes, Sir," she said. I stood staring, unsure what to do next. "Shall I put the tray down for you, Sir?" she asked politely. I nodded and she came in. There was a small table on the other side of the bed. She walked around and set the tray on it. When she bent over, I saw that she was wearing black panties. A nice touch, I'd expected Bill to be a "no panties on my women" type of host, and I was glad to be surprised. She turned and caught me staring. I might have blushed, I'm not sure. When she let, I slammed down the orange juice then picked up the coffee and walked down the hall to the room we'd left Daisy in. She was still asleep, her body pressed up against the plexiglass, a trail of drool running from her mouth down the inside of the sheet and pooling on the floor underneath. There was another puddle underneath her, my eyes traced the path up the inside of her right leg. Ooze from all the men she'd had last night. Her body had slid a full foot or more down the inside of the space between the mattress and the glass, her legs twisted at an even more extreme angle, her arms hanging limp at her sides. It didn't look comfortable at all, but she was sound asleep and probably didn't feel it. Bill and Mark greeted me at breakfast, the others were still asleep. It was nearly nine but we had nowhere to be. A feast was laid out: eggs, biscuits and gravy, sausage, ham and bacon, pancakes and a tray of assorted fruits. We followed it with coffee on his back porch. We were his in the hills of Marin and he had a great view of the Bay. We watched the boats and gulls, sipping coffee and chatting about last night. "Well, it's about time to get started," Bill said. I looked at my watch. Ten o'clock. I asked, "do we have something scheduled?" Bill smiled. "It's a surprise." --- Bill had two of the French Maids follow him into Daisy's room. "This is not going to be pretty, you sure you want to watch?" he asked me. I saw the twinkle in his eye and it sent a shiver down my spine. There was an intensity to Bill's depravity that scared me. I nodded my head and he turned to the console again and started pressing buttons. The bed continued forward on its pivot until it was as a forty-five degree angle. The two women stepped forward, one on either side of Daisy. They reached between the glass and the mattress and each took hold of one of her arms. "You got her?" Bill asked. The women nodded. He pressed another button and the mattress began to slid slowly backward. "Pick her up," Bill said. The women pulled her arms out straight and lifted her. Daisy's scream pierced the silence of the room like an explosion. They let go and she slid down the plexiglass into a bundle on the floor, her arms and legs twisted and pointing in seemingly impossible directions. Bill pressed another button and the plexiglass returned to its spot on the ceiling. "Daisy, stand up," Bill said. She didn't move. "Daisy!" he yelled. "Stand up." I watched as Daisy moved her body, sliding an arm here, a leg there, but she couldn't do much more than flop around on the floor. Bill turned to me. "I worked on that quite a while." I asked him how it worked and he replied, "the key is to give them enough sleep that their body and mind doesn't break down, but not enough to really refresh them. Combine that with an impossible sleeping position and you have ... " he pointed at Daisy, "...this." "What, stiff muscles?" I asked, a little perplexed. "No, much worse than that." He turned to Daisy. "Daisy! Up!" She moved her right leg again but gave a little yelp and jerked it back in. "Cramps. After last night, her muscles were loose and fatigued. That, combined with the position she slept in, and she's probably got cramps in half her arm and legs muscles." I leaned closer and shivered. You could almost see the muscles knotted under the skin of her calves, her forearms, her thighs and her upper arms. The pain must have been intense and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. There was no one to beg, her own body was doing this. "I want to fuck her," Mark grunted. I was a little stunned until I saw him pick her up and plant her on his cock. He sat on the edge of the bed and held her hips tight. She jerked and squirmed trying to find a position that didn't hurt. Mark moaned and pumped, describing for us how her insides were twitching with each move of her legs. After about ten minutes, he had the French Maid women step up and take Daisy's arms. "On the count of three, I want you to pull them straight out to the sides," Mark told them. It was one of the first times I heard Daisy begging them to stop. "One..." She shook her head hard from side to side, crying "stop, no, please, no..." "Two..." She screamed loud now, Mark pushed his hand over her mouth. "Three." The women pulled and I saw Daisy's body stiffen, her back arching high, her legs flailing. Mark screamed something and shot his wad into her cunt, pulling her hard against him. When he was done, he motioned and the women let Daisy go. She collapsed on his chest, legs still moving against her will. "Leave her here," he said. "I'm going to have another go at her." He reached with his hands and grabbed her knees, pulled her legs upward and she screamed again as the knotted muscles were pulled in yet another different direction. Mark moaned and started pumping hard. She tried to raise her arms to hit him but couldn't control them and they flailed in the air. He took a lot longer to cum this time, moving her legs back and forth, in small and large circles, each change in motion accompanied by a new pitch in her screaming. "I'm done," Mark announced. He lifted Daisy off his cock and dropped her on the mattress. She rolled back and forth, moaning. "Have her read in fifteen minute," Bill told the two women. They just nodded. --- We spent the rest of that day driving through small towns up around Santa Rosa. Bill seemed to know every deviate from Marin to the Oregon state line and we visited half of them. The setup was always the same. We would arrive at a bar on the outskirts of a small town. There would be twenty-five or thirty people there, all men and not one you'd want dating your daughter. A variety of drunks, perverts and derelicts, most of them overweight and smelly, their clothes dirty and all drunk. Daisy would come in dressed in the skankiest little outfit I'd ever seen: fence net stockings, knee high boots, leather hot pants and a cutoff t-shirt top with "Touch These" written across the front. Bill would walk in and everyone raised their bottles in a toast, asking, "what you got for us this time?" Bill would set up a karaoke machine, then lead Daisy to the front of the room and hand her the microphone. The crowd politely clapped and cheered. The first time, I was a little confused what was going on but it became very clear once she got started. The first song was "Let's Get Physical". About thirty seconds into the song, Bill stepped onstage and whispered something in her ear then restarted the machine. This time, Daisy played it to the hilt, grinding her hips and touching herself all through the song. Bill went around the room handing out numbers to the men. When the first song was done, everyone cheered and hollered. Bill got onstage and held up his hand. The room quieted down. "Numbers one through five," he said into the microphone. "Raise your hands, one through five." Five men raised hands and he motioned for them to follow him and Daisy down the hall to the stockroom. The juke box started up and blasted out a rock and roll tune and everyone went back to their drinking. The first men returned and started spreading the word about the twisted little skank in the stockroom who would do them anyway they wanted, one at a time or in pairs and threes, any hole, anyway. When Daisy finally came back out, she was wearing one of the men's t-shirts and her boots. I nodded as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at the crowd. Very evocative move. Bill started the second song, "Do You Think I'm Sexy." She fucked numbers six through ten and this time came back in the boots and a pair of yellowed men's underwear. She looked nervous this time. Bill stayed on stage with her and pressed the buttons on the karaoke machine. "Hit Me Baby, One More Time" started up. As Daisy purred her way through the first verse, Bill walked offstage. He walked past me and asked "how do you like it?" I just smiled. He went to the booth where David and the others were sitting and returned just before the chorus with a paddle in his hand. When she got to the line "Hit me", he did. The men went wild. Daisy bent over next time, pushing her ass high for Bill, ad-libbing "again, harder" between the lines. After numbers eleven through fifteen fucked her, she came back naked and dripping cum and sweat. Sixteen through twenty fucked her after "More, More, More" and the last five fucked her after the Stones' "Satisfaction". This went on at town after town up and down Highway 101 from noon till midnight when we pulled back into Bill's place in Marin. When we stopped for lunch and dinner, Daisy got a break from singing. At lunchtime, we tied her face-front around a tree out back of the restaurant and let the staff have at her while we ate. Dinnertime was different. We were back in town so we had to be more inventive. We dressed Daisy in a nice silvery outfit, a short skirt and heels, and had her put on a little masturbation show in the bar. The manager stationed her on a stool at the end of the hallway past the restrooms. Bill gave her a vibrator and told her to keep playing with herself through the meal. Anyone who went down the hall was free to watch her but they couldn't touch her. I thought that was a nice touch, Bill being subtle. We took our time and she spent forty-five minutes back there. When we went to get her, she was drained and exhausted, shaking and muttering. It must have hurt after that long and her body showed it. She was quivering like a leaf in a high wind but didn't take the thing away from her crotch. Daisy is an incredibly obedient little thing. -- end of Chapter 3
Jack sat in the darkened bedroom and watched Daisy through the thin curtains. This was the third night in a row she kept the silent vigil Peter had assigned her. She stood underneath a tree just on the opposite side of the road from the house. Each night, she arrived at nine p.m. and stayed until one in the morning. Unmoving. Feet together, arms at her sides, eyes fixed on the front door. Anyone walking or driving past might notice her but they wouldn't think anything of it. Not unless, perhaps, they came back an hour later - or two - and saw her still standing there, planted like an ornament or a fixture, in exactly the same position hour after after, night after night. Jack took a sip of scotch from the shotglass on the table then turned back to his laptop. she's still there he typed. i had no doubt Peter answered. i own her completely Jack shook his head. this is very different from what i'm used to. i'm really not a game player, not like this anyway Jack stared at the screen for a long time before Peter answered. i envy you a bit. but back to business. are we still set up for the weekend? oh yes. Jack looked at Daisy through the curtains again. She was so tempting, standing there in her all-white uniform. He looked at the clock. It was ten forty-three. In two more minutes, the timers would turn on and she'd have to endure another six minutes of the vibrator that was held tight against her cunt with long strips of duct tape. During that same six minutes - at one minute intervals -- another timer would deliver short, low-level jolts of electricity to the metal probe pushed deep up inside her ass. have you been able to video her yet? Peter typed. no, it's been too dark and my low-light gear is in the shop a pity. it's coming up soon, isn't it? the quarter hour? Jack typed yes then took another sip of the scotch and looked outside. After two more minutes, Daisy closed her eyes. He could see the hem of her short skirt moving, just slightly, but enough that he knew she was rocking back and forth as the vibrator did its job. Her mouth parted slightly when the shocks came on and he saw her raise one hand toward her chest but drop it back down quickly. She opened her eyes, looked at the house. Scared, no doubt, that someone had seen her. And indeed, someone had. Jack jotted the transgression down in his small notebook and took another sip of scotch. --- When Daisy got home, she stripped out of the white uniform and hung it carefully on a hanger in the closer. White bra, panty and camisole, a single pullover white dress, garter and thigh-high stockings. Then, she went into the study. Ben was asleep in their room and she knew not to disturb him. No point getting him to fuck her, he would be too gentle and that wasn't what she needed. She lay down on the sofa, raised her legs high into the air then further until she'd nearly wrapped her feet behind her head so she was looking up between her spread thighs. Then, she reached for the belt she had placed on the sofa next to her. She swung the belt hard against her ass, over and over, twenty times in all. She'd rehearsed this months ago and knew how hard to hit to get the maximum pain with the minimum marking. It wouldn't do to let Ben see red welts on her ass next time he used her. She smiled at the though of him "using" her. She loved the word even if he didn't. She imagined it was Peter administering the strokes. Or one of his friends doing it while Peter and the others watched. Then, she masturbated as she imagined them lining up to fuck her, two by two, always two by two, one big cock up her ass and one deep down her throat. She wanted to be beat but Peter wanted her to be fucked and what she wanted was, she knew, of absolutely no importance. As she started to cum, she started slapping herself between the legs with her free hand, biting down hard on her lips to keep from crying out as she came and came. --- Friday night was chilly and Daisy felt herself shivering as she stood in the driveway. Following Peter's instructions, she was wearing even less than usual tonight. Just the white dress, ornamented with two wide gold bracelets, several strings of pearls, and white high heel shoes. Peter had done most of his design work underneath the dress. She wore two pair of nipple clamps, her nipple stretched painfully forward to accommodate both; a thick, flared dildo deep in her ass, another in her cunt, and a remote control vibrator that was turned on, speed set to low. She's smeared the ass dildo liberally with IcyHot as he'd told her to. In her mouth, a tablespoon of mashed habanero was setting her tongue and gums on fire, tears were running freely down her cheeks. Two couples had arrived by car so far. The headlights of their cars lit her up as they pulled into the driveway and parked further up the cement, just past where she stood. Both pairs had circled her, touching and prodding, laughing and talking about her. One of the men lifted her dress up around her waist and stroked her cunt gently with his fingertips. Daisy shuddered at the feeling of complete humiliation that went through her, exposed there for anyone who drove by, just a curious object to the couple who stood talking about her, admiring how smooth her belly was and laughing about the abuse she could be put to. The third car pulled up shortly after. The driver turned off his lights and parked, even with and to the left of where she stood. He got out and circled her twice before stopping directly behind her. "Spread your ass cheeks." Daisy was shocked, none of them had spoken directly to her before. She didn't move and he walked around in front of her. "Spread your ass cheeks." Daisy hesitated, then cried out as a sharp pain exploded across her left nipple. He'd flicked her hard and was pulling his finger back to do it again. Quickly, she reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and holding tight. "Raise the dress, idiot." She let go and pulled the dress up around her waist, then grabbed and opened her ass again. She raised her head as she heard a car turn the corner several houses down. The lights swung across the yard and lit her and the man up for a second. She stood up and let the dress fall back into place. He immediately slapped her across the face, back and forth, four times. The car slowed down but didn't stop. Daisy shuddered. The car pulled into a driveway a few more houses down and she froze, her stare locked on the car. It was one of the neighbors, he saw what they were doing. He'd call the police. She'd be found out, her picture in the paper, her marriage ruined. "Hey!" the man clapped his hands in front of her face. "Your ass, bitch. Open it up." Daisy kept her eyes on the man who got out of the car as she bent over and pulled up the skirt again. She opened her ass and the man walked around behind her. He took the base of the dildo between his fingers and twisted it. Daisy cried out this time, sobbing from the pain. Her body had adjusted to the burning inside her but when he moved the dildo, it was like a fresh stream of lava had been shot up inside her. She bent her knees and sniffed, eyes streaming tears, her lips still clamped shut because of the peppers. A single, long string of snot hung from her nose, almost to the ground now. The man who'd parked the car was walking across the street. Daisy panicked, felt the rush of shame, wanted to run. Here she was in a total stranger's driveway, ass naked and exposed to the night air. "Lady, are you all right?" he asked. "You know I can call the police if something is going on here." The man behind her pushed the dildo deeper into her ass and she gave a gasp. "Go ahead, do you have anything to say to the nice man?" Daisy raised her head but couldn't open her mouth without spitting out the mashed peppers. She was trapped. If he didn't say anything, he might bring the police, but if she did, he'd see the peppers. Her mind swum and she felt the dildo being pulled halfway out of her, the burning chemical getting hotter and hotter. The man in front of her crouched down. "Do you have anything to say? You look like you are either being assaulted..." he leaned in closer, "or you are a whore who wants to show off her body." He slid his hand down the front of her dress and felt the clamps hanging from her left nipple. He jerked back and stared at her. "Oh, you're one of those. Fucking sick pig." He shoved his other hand underneath her dress and squeezed both of her tits, shaking them so the pain from her nipples shot through her and made her cry. She opened her mouth and spit out the pepper, crying out now "please, please, stop, oh, ow! please!" while he twisted and pulled at the clamps. The man behind her held one hand around her waist and shoved the dildo deeper into her ass with the other one. After several minutes, they tired of playing with her and stepped back, laughing and talking, then they both went into the house. Daisy dropped to her knees and hung her head down and cried. She was lost. This wasn't what she wanted! She wanted so badly to be inside, a pain slut, a fuck-whore, a submissive tied to something and spanked or caned, sucking cock and licking pussy and all she was was a toy outside to be played with before they went inside to the main event. Just like she'd been all week. A joke. Something to look at but not really part of the scene going on inside. After several minutes of sobbing, she scooped up the peppers from the driveway and pushed them into her mouth, the spice now mixed with grit and dirt. She stood up and felt the familiar rush of pain as her body adjusted itself to a new position. She clenched and unclenched her ass, swimming in the pain, desperate to turn up the speed of the vibrator and at least make herself cum. "You're practically useless," she heard from behind her. A beam of light cast her shadow down the driveway as the man came closer. He walked around in front of her and ran the flashlight up and down her body. "Your body isn't even worth fucking," he said matter-of-factly. "Or beating." He raised the dress with his hand, pulling it up until it covered her head and left her body naked and shivering. "You really are not very attractive. Thighs are too thin, belly muscles not taut, arms out of shape. You are pretty much a useless piece of meat. You do have the requisite three holes, so maybe someone in there will want to make use of you, as long as you don't open your mouth to speak or attempt to do any thinking for yourself." He dropped the dress and circled her one more time. "The women inside are beautiful. They are sexy and confident and nothing at all like you. You are pathetic. You want to be used. And you don't even bring us a body that will entice us." Daisy was crying openly now. Her dreams of being a fuck toy for them were evaporating. She thought about her body, how it looked in the mirror, how she'd always felt it wasn't good enough. All of her fears came to the surface and he was validating them all. She had been right, she had nothing to offer them. "Peter suggested we might want to try you." Daisy felt her heart jump, her hopes rise. Peter had put in a good word for her. "But he may have been wrong. I see nothing at all that makes me even want to bring you in there," he nodded toward the house. "I think you may as well go home." Daisy dropped to her knees and wrapper her arms around his ankles, kissing his shoes. "I will be anything you want. I will do anything you want me to do. Oh please, I cannot go home again, I...oh please," she was sobbing wildly now, licking loudly at his shoes. She reached around and flung her dress up, exposing her ass and back, opened herself up, still slurping and begging, "look, look, use me, use me, please..." He kicked her gently backward, stood still and crossed his arms. "Strip and remove those silly toys." Daisy leapt to her feet and pulled the dress over her head and threw it to the ground. She jerked the dildoes out of her holes and slid the vibrator down around her ankles. "You will be nothing to us. Less than nothing." She nodded eagerly. "An animal. A thing to be used." She knelt in front of him again, this time with her knees wide, her hands spreading her labia, back arched and breasts offered. "A piece of meat. If you consent, if you go through that door with me, there is no going back. There is no safe word. There is nothing but our whim." "Yes, yes, yes," she sobbed, reaching for his feet again with trembling hands. He stepped back. "Get up and go to the porch." She started reaching for her clothes. "Leave them here. You won't need them." She felt a rush of elation at his words. He'd accepted her servitude, the only thing she had to offer, her complete and abject destruction. She felt her cunt soaking wet and her pulse quickening. She was going to be used. --- For three hours, Daisy lay on her back on an ottoman, her head hanging off of one end, her open legs off the other. Nobody touched her, not to caress or hurt, not to entice or torture. Every so often, someone would squat over her face and she would perform her duties. If it was a woman, she was coming to have her cunt cleaned after a fuck. Usually, as soon as the woman squatted and opened her legs, a gush of fresh cum would splash into Daisy's eyes and nose, then she'd squat lower and Daisy would use her tongue and lips to suck out as much as she could from the woman's cunt or ass. Then, she'd lick and lick until the woman felt clean enough and got up and walked away. Daisy wasn't allowed to use her hands to clean her face, anything that dripped there just dried there or ran down the side of her head and into her hair. When the men came, it was for her to suck the pussy off of their cock and balls. When she finished, they usually moved forward just enough that she knew they wanted her to clean their assholes with her tongue. Daisy went at her tasks eagerly, partially hoping it might lead to something more but mostly because it turned her on. The humiliation was getting deeper and deeper into her now, the way the pain had years ago. As she slurped fresh cum from a pussy or licked clean a shaved or hairs ball-sack, she felt her body respond. Her cunt lips were swollen and her clitoris stiff. She wanted to badly for someone to touch her or to tell her it was OK to touch herself, but she wouldn't disobey. They'd let her into the house and that was accomplishment enough. She didn't dare risk it. At around one in the morning, the party started thinning out. Couples said goodbye and left, their cars throwing headlights across the living room wall. Eventually there were only two men left. And Daisy. Without a word, they lifted her off of the ottoman and walked her into the basement. Her arms were weak, her back was sore, her legs had fallen asleep and she couldn't walk. They let go of her two steps from the bottom and she stumbled, fell forward on the cold floor, her arms breaking her fall just in time. One of the men tied her wrists and the other wrapped thick ropes around each ankle. They dragged her by her feet across the basement, the rough floor scraping her shoulders and back. Halfway across the room, they flipped her face down, now her breasts and nipples were being torn by the sandpaper surface of the floor. She felt rather than saw them attach hooks to the ropes around her ankles, then she heard the crank turning and felt her body lifted into the air. She swung there upside down for several seconds, legs wide apart, arms hanging limp in front of her. She saw them walking around the room, circling her, all in deathly silence. The first blow was a long leather whip. It wrapped around her belly and back, raising a thick, red welt. She didn't scream, just sucked in her breath hard and prayed for more. The next whip stroke wrapped around her left thigh, the next her left calf. Whichever of them was doing it, he had had a lot of practice. He worked up and down the left side of her body inch by inch, the pain caressing every part of her. She heard him panting as he walked around and started working up and down her right side. She was crying out loud, the tears coming easy and free, the pain turning her on like never before. She needed someone to touch her cunt, to make her cum. She stared begging for it and they stopped the whipping. "ArrrhhhhhH!" she screamed once as the first blow of the thick belt came down on her cunt, then bit her lip to stay quiet. He came back again quickly, over and over with no time between strokes, each one hitting dead center down the middle of her open crack. She was jerking back and forth, her body trying desperately to cum, her legs and belly muscles getting tired quickly from so much work. She felt a cane cut across the back of her thighs and screamed freely now. One of them kept whipping her cunt with the belt while the other worked his way up and down the backs of her legs with the cane. The pain was horrible, white explosions behind her eyes, her body unable to do anything else now but shake and spasm, the orgasm building closer and closer until she screamed "yes, yes" and they both stopped. "No! FUCK YOU! NO!!! HIT ME!!!HURT ME!!!" she screamed over and over as she watched their feet, they walked silently in circles around her for several minutes, then she saw the cane and the belt fall to the floor and watched them walk to the stairs. "COME BACK HERE! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I NEED IT! I NEED IT!" she screamed as they walked up the stairs. The lights went out and the basement swallowed her in complete blackness.
After my husband and I had our first 'threesome' experience and he finally got his fantasy wish to see another man fuck me, we continued our adventures once every month or two because it gave us such a 'rush'! I suppose the natural progression of being lucky enough to have a husband that lets me feel a strange cock in me every now and then, was to wonder what it would be like to have even more guys take turns with me! It had been over a year since the first time I 'strayed', and I had fucked more than a dozen different men with my husband watching and taking turns with me, when he suggested we try adding another man to the group just for fun..making it a 'foursome'! I tried to act surprised that he would make such a nasty suggestion...thinking that his wife would just be a 'fuckslut' for other men to get off on, but I secretly felt incredibly aroused inside! I insisted that I would never try it, but kept it in the back of my mind, open to the opportunity if it ever arose. Last summer, we decided to take a little road trip to the west coast to exercise the Porsche; maybe take in a musical and spend a couple of days shopping and dining, and decided we would break the drive up into a few segments. At the close of one of our day's of driving, we arrived in Reno and stopped for the evening to have a cocktail, see a show and, perhaps, do a little gambling! After going up to the room and taking a shower, we dressed for the occasion and, to look my sexiest, I wore a very short and silky pleated skirt, a 'titty' blouse, and my 'come fuck me' high heel shoes! I knew we would find a show where there was a dance floor and, since we both love dancing, knew we would be out there performing! Hubby loves to spin me around when we're really feeling the music; we both get a real charge out of seeing the expression on other guy's faces when I twirl, my skirt flies high, and eyes bulge when they grab a glimpse of my black lace panties underneath! I love to play Mrs. 'cock teaser'! We went into a cute little lounge off the casino lobby in our hotel and discovered a fabulous group doing renditions of great 60's and 70's rock and roll, and rhythm and blues. The voices were intoxicating, resembling many of the great black singers of the era, so we decided to stay there, have a few cocktails, and dance for a while. When we finally got up, there was only one other couple on the floor, but it certainly didn't keep us from putting on our own show! With my skirt flailing about and my 'cheeks' bouncing beneath my lace panties, we were having a wonderful time watching others watching us...including the guys in the band! At the break, we sat down for another cocktail and I just 'happened' to make eye contact with the lead singer as he stepped off the stage. I smiled, hoping he would brush by the table and, yes...he headed our way! His name was Tony, a very handsome guy, and as he strolled up to the table he said 'Looks like you guys were having a ball; thanks for coming to our show and livening it up for everyone'! My husband chuckled and invited him to sit down and have a drink with us but he said he had to help the other guys carry out different instruments out for the last set of music. He did, although, say he would like to buy us a cocktail after the show if we were still in the lounge. I felt a little tingle go through me, knowing a little 'wet spot' was developing on my panties when I listened to his deep voice. I was imagining doing 'something else' with him and my husband was certainly 'picking up' on my senses! Of all the men I had screwed since my husband and I started fooling around, there had never been a black man as a party to one of our threesomes. Not to say that a black cock had never been inside of me! I had once agreed to let a black man in the office (he was always flirting with me) drive home with me one evening when my husband was out of town, and I fucked him twice that night and again in the morning. Even had him lay down in the back seat when we left to go back to work the next day so the neighbors wouldn't suspect anything! Since then, my husband always wanted to see me take on a huge black cock...I finally felt so guilty that I broke down and told him about it! I thought this evening in Reno might provide an opportunity for me to play the part of one of Tony's 'groupies' after the show...if I played my cards right! And hubby could have another fantasy wish fulfilled...watching that 'big black cock' slamming into me! Shortly after, my husband and I left and went out into the casino for a while, tried our luck at a couple of 'games of chance', and stopped by another one of the casino bars for an appetizer and cocktail. After about an hour or so, I asked my husband if we could go back into the lounge and see if the black men were still playing. He knew I was feeling a little naughty and I could tell by the swelling in his slacks that he was getting a little aroused thinking about the possibilities of finally watching a black guy fuck me! When we went back into the lounge, there were half a dozen couples at tables around the dance floor, but the stage was empty! I felt disappointed, almost sad, but a deep voice coming from behind me perked me right up! It was Tony walking into the lounge, up to our table and asking 'Can I buy you guys that drink now'? I smiled and he sat down. The three of us ordered cocktails and were chatting when one of the other band members walked in. He introduced himself as Carl; he had been playing bass guitar, and my husband invited him to join us also. As Carl was sitting down, Tony scooted his chair a little closer to me and I felt his hand brush my thigh...right where my short skirt met my bare leg. Talk about a signal! I felt an incredible 'rush' and returned the gesture by slipping my hand under the table and touching him between his thighs! Wow! What a surprise! My hand had landed half way between his crotch and his knee and I could feel his cock inside his pants right next to his leg. I glanced quickly at him, showing a little grin on my lips, then looked away as I began to slowly rub my ring finger up and down the end of his 'tool'. Needless to say, it started swelling almost immediately. The four of us continued talking for a while and soon noticed that other customers were leaving the lounge; it looked as if it was going to close for the evening. I was beginning to think our 'get-together' was just not going to happen when Tony suggested hubby and I join he and Carl in their room for a nightcap. Before I could open my mouth, my husband spouted out Great idea!'...I think he felt this might be the opportunity he was wishing for...for him and a handsome black man to take turns fucking me silly! Tony's fingers slipped up under my skirt and inside the crotch of my panties. He sensed how ready I was and wanted to confirm it; my pussy was incredibly wet and throbbing for a good hard cock! We all got up and headed to the elevator. I knew that Tony wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted him to but I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't know what to do, given the situation! After all, my husband and Carl were both with us! I wanted to signal hubby that I wanted this guy, and I winked at him while we were in the elevator; he could also tell that Tony was feeling confused, so he thought he would put everyone at ease and said 'baby, you've already flashed your lacy panties at these guys while we were dancing, why don't you lift your blouse and let them see those fabulous breasts'! I was a bit shocked, especially since Tony's friend Carl was also with us, but I was so incredibly aroused I couldn't hold back. I raised my blouse then lifted up my bra, and said 'Here you go, guys'! Tony's lips dropped to one of my nipples like a vacuum while Carl eagerly fondled my other breast. I just gave in knowing that if I had previously fucked over a dozen different men in threesomes with my husband, I could certainly let my husband, Tony, and Carl take turns with me in my first foursome! Besides that, I knew my husband would love to watch me 'used' by two black cocks! As soon as Carl opened the door to the room, Tony slipped his hands up my skirt and tugged at my panties. We almost tripped as we were running toward the bed! I couldn't get undressed fast enough! I pulled off my blouse as my husband took off my skirt, Carl pulled the bedspread off one of the beds, and Tony knelt down and finished removing my panties. As my husband was unbuttoning his slacks, he looked toward Carl and noticed he was already completely nude...and carrying a foot-long hard-on! Hubby exclaimed 'Look at the size of that thing; maybe it's too big for her'! Carl just pleaded he would be very gentle, take it very slow and, if it bothered me, he would stop immediately. In the meantime, Tony had also undressed. He gently laid me back on the bed and, spreading my legs wide, and slipped his tongue into my throbbing pussy! Carl leaned over my face as I grabbed his huge cock and started to tickle the end of it with my tongue. It got harder than it already was...and grew another inch or so! My husband got so aroused watching me with these two men, he grabbed the cell phone and snapped a few photos with the digital camera feature; he wanted to have more than a mental memory of two black men naked on a bed getting ready to fill his nasty, slut wife with their long, hard cocks! Tony lifted his chest and body up and crawled forward to kiss and suck my nipples while I continued to lick the head of Carl's cock. As he he moved forward, I glanced down and saw he had the most beautifully shaped penis I had ever seen! The head looked like a purple tangerine, the shaft like the handle of a gently curved baseball bat...and it appeared just as big and stiff! I reached down, curled my fingers around it, and gave it a slight tug toward me. Tony knew what I needed! He moved forward more, keeping his body high on outstretched arms so I could continue licking Carl's cock, while I guided that fabulous pole up to my slippery, swollen pussy lips. As I held its head between my thumb and forefinger, he slowly pushed his pelvis forward until the head slipped inside of me, then he began slowly pumping and thrusting it deeper and deeper until it felt like a log between my backbone and stomach! I barely recognized my husband's voice in the background whispering 'Baby, do you love having that big black cock inside of you? Take it all in...squeeze down on it until he makes you cum...I want to hear you whimper and see you quiver and then make Tony fill you up with his cum'! Even though I was trembling, I'm certain my mouth could feel a pulse in Carl's cock as he groaned 'Patty, please let me fuck you now...I want to cum and I really need my cock inside of that beautiful wet pussy when I do'! Tony was still inside me but all I could say was 'Okay baby, give it to me'! All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door! My husband got off the bed and walked over, looked through the peephole and said 'Looks like another one of the guys from the band...should I let him come in and watch us'? Tony mumbled between his pumping, 'It's alright with me', and my husband opened the door a crack. I heard him whisper in a low voice 'We are all taking turns fucking my horny slut wife; would you like to watch'? I later found out that the new guy's name was Tom...after we were all through, of course! Tom and the fourth band member shared a different room, and Brian (the fourth guy) had gone out with a girl he met after the show. Anyway, Tom did want to join us, and my husband let him in. Suddenly, I felt Tony start to tremble, then he shuddered and groaned as I felt a hot, wet explosion pulse deep inside of me. He pushed hard against my pelvis a few more times as he was squeezing the last drops of his cum into me, then pulled out so Carl could get his cock inside my warm, slippery cunt before he shot his load all over the bed! As Tony rolled over to my side, Carl was climbing on top of me, holding my shoulders tightly and pulling me closer to him. He raised his pelvis and slowly pressed his cock between my legs, moving back and forth gently, as he promised, until it 'popped' inside of me. It was bigger around than Tony's, but it went right in because of the all the slippery cum that Tony had left dripping out of me after he finally 'got off'! Carl fucked me slowly but deeply for a minute or two then asked me if I would get on top before I made him cum. We rolled over, I spread my legs and straddled him like I was mounting a horse to go for a ride...and did I ever! His giant chocolate dick slipped right up inside of me again and I bucked and pumped and rode him like a bronco until I arched back with the most incredible orgasm I could remember! I looked around to see if my husband was enjoying the show and...oh oh! Tom was standing there naked also, stroking his cock and smiling! He was a really big guy...must have weighed 275 pounds if he weighed an ounce, and his cock looked like a five pound summer sausage! I felt my husband climbing on to the bed behind me and I knew what I was in for! We had tried a new experience with one of the other men he set me up with several months before...and they had taught me what DP meant! I leaned forward as Carl resumed pushing his cock in and out of me but slowed down long enough for my husband to work his raging hard-on into my other place! Both men started slowly thrusting until I started to quiver with another orgasm. Just as I reached my peak, I felt a warm gush from Carl's huge penis and his big hands pulled my hips tightly against his groin so I couldn't get away until he had drained every drop of his goo deep inside my belly! He bounced and rotated his pelvis until he was completely empty and going limp, then pulled out and we all climbed off the bed to take a break! Tom was really smiling and, now very hard, said 'Come on guys, let me have a turn'! I knew I had to let him fuck me too, after watching his friends have fun, so I just grinned and sat down on the arm of one of the overstuffed chairs. I moved my knees apart and leaned back a bit as Tom picked me up and carried me toward the bed. I clamped my legs around him and felt his rock-hard cock under the crack in my bottom. He gently laid me back and, one at a time, lifted my legs up and over his shoulders. He put his hands around my waist and slowly worked that 'sausage' into my super stretched pussy! He wasted no time on the gentle love-making stuff...just started pumping and fucking me like a wild man until my clit felt like it was on fire from the friction! Then he lifted me up of the bed, pulled me tightly against his belly, and shot a load into me like that felt like someone breaking a hot water bottle inside of my tummy! I know I'm just a nympho slut, but I had another incredible orgasm! I tightened my legs around him again and wouldn't let go until the electric 'tingle' had completely subsided from me! I looked over at the other guys again and suddenly felt terribly bad for my poor husband; he seemed so disappointed! I had already been thrilled by all kinds incredible orgasms, had drained three beautiful black cocks, and hubby had only enjoyed a few strokes of rear entry amusement! I laid back on the bed, spread my legs wide and, with all that creamy stuff dripping out of me said 'Please, sweetie, come and make me cum harder than anyone else in the world can'! He was still incredibly hard from watching me fuck all those horny men (and taking a few great photos for our 'memoirs') so he held me, kissed me, stuck his aching cock into me, and fucked me until he was also completely drained. My skin was flushed, red and blotchy from the rush caused by the arousal and the amazing workout I had receivedt, having been completely fucked by four different men in about an hour's time, but I somehow managed to get up and dress so hubby could help me back to our room and we could get some much-needed sleep before heading out in the morning. We said our farewells to the guys, told them how much we enjoyed our little 'adventure' together, and I kissed each of them. As I hobbled down the hall on my sweet husband's arm, the evening replayed itself in my mind. It was wonderful...I won't forget it, and I laughed as I joked with my husband, 'Too bad Brian was out with that other girl...should we stop by his and Tom's room in the morning just to be fair'? Maybe we did...I'll never tell. At least until later!
I was a 'good girl' and a monogamous wife for years, when many of my friends in school were getting laid every weekend and, later on, some of my married girlfriends were having affairs and fooling around with other guys whenever they had one of those 'itches'! Now that I've had a fabulously arousing experience of feeling a stranger's cock deep inside of me, I want to catch up on all the fun I've missed! I feel like a liberated nympho who loves sex for what it is...it feels great and is lots of fun! One evening after work, while having dinner with my husband, he asked me if I could 'set up' one of his out of town business associates with one of my girl friends. He said the guy was lonely, would be here for two days, and could certainly use some attention...at least someone to have dinner and a drink with! I just laughed and told him I didn't have any girlfriends that would want to be 'lined up' with an out-of-town stranger for dinner, so I joked that I would take care of 'both you guys' and have dinner with you and your friend'! My husband chuckled too, but two evenings later, we were all sitting in the hotel restaurant. Brian was a pleasant guy, a good conversationalist, and the three of us had a great time together. After having three or four cocktails, we thought it might be a bit irresponsible to jump into the car right away and drive home, and Brian invited us up to his room for coffee and more chat. While talking, someone flipped on the room TV and we started surfing through the movie menu. Being a little 'tipsy', we laughed as we clicked on the 'Adult Movies' menu, we pushed the arrow button up and down, and Voila...a nasty in-room movie began playing on the screen! I could tell the men started getting aroused watching those guys having all that fun with a girl and, I admit, I started to feel a little 'quiver' in my girly spot! I still felt pretty uninhibited because of the cocktails we drank and, not to let some movie slut get all the attention, I began prancing around, flipping my skirt up and down, and teasing both the guys. I felt rather foolish, but attempted an amateur lap dance with both the men and ended by giving them each a big wet kiss! They responded very well, I was feeling really aroused and wanted to shock my husband, so I unbuttoned my blouse, unsnapped my bra, leaned over Brian's face, and asked him to kiss my bare breasts...Wow, I had no idea what I was getting myself into! Brian took one nipple into his mouth and, as he sucked on it, rolled the other between his thumb and index finger as my eyes seemingly rolled up toward the ceiling. My husband, a little jealous but obviously aroused, stood up behind me and started kissing the back of my neck and fondling my breasts along with his friend! Next, I felt hubby pull my skirt up high around my waist and start to wiggle my panties down. I was getting a little worried with all that fondling going on, but had no self-control left...all that was happening just felt incredible! What had begun with my wanting to shock my husband ended as a shock to me because, as he bent me forward a bit more, he slipped his palm up the inside of my thigh and, in one thrust, he stuffed his stiff cock deep inside of me! Brian moved back on the bed and unzipped his slacks as he watched my husband rock back-and-forth and pound me from behind! I felt an incredible tingling sensation and started shaking when my husband's lips touched my ear and he whispered for me to let his friend 'try me out' and to let him fuck me too! I didn't know what to do; all of this seemed like a dream...it seemed so unreal, so I just closed my eyes and laid back on the bed as my husband said 'Brian, you take a turn and fuck my wife while I watch'! Brian moved over me and spread my legs as he was kissing my breasts again. I felt his knees drop down between mine, I shuddered, and I whimpered when I felt his giant penis drive up inside me and pump in and out...again and again! All I remember for the next hour or so is that they both took turns with me...over and over, until the bed was soaked with the signs of our nasty night! Now that a couple of years has passed, I remember loving the excitement of getting laid by two men...for the first time, and my husband got a thrill out of watching me be a slut! Since that first time, we have enjoyed quite a few similar experiences and have let over twenty other men fuck me, taking turns with my husband in pleasuring me! We are very happily married , never wanting any other relationships outside of just pure sex, and continue to find other guys for an encore...just to keep the tingle in our lives! We have started writing a little story about each of the men, how we got together, and what we did. We occasionally take a few photos of some or our 'fun times', being very careful never to show faces, just so we can post them in our 'Sexy Scrap Book'! Maybe we'll submit a couple more stories...and even photos sometime!
The following story, while fictitious, is dedicated to a man that encouraged me to search inside myself for my feelings, to put those feelings into words, and to try to paint a picture with those words. I owe him for all he taught me, for all he encouraged me to attempt, for finding a part of myself that I would have otherwise never discovered. Last Rites The old man woke slowly, wondering whether he really wanted to bother. His ears were assaulted with the sound of rain falling outside his window, its harsh insistent pounding implying the beginning of another miserable day. He was aware that the heat had diminished in his tiny basement apartment suite to a point that was somewhat less than comfortable. The warmth of his bed felt good on his tired frame, and he was in no hurry to leave it for the chill that awaited him, should he decide to get up. He’d lived here for more decades than he cared to admit. At seventy years old almost, he was tired, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually, as well. Rod Shore had lived an interesting life, or so he had been told. Like every life, his had been a patchwork-like conglomeration of high points and low ones. At one time, the high points had dominated his memories, but as the years had passed, there were fewer and fewer of those events. Now, it was a struggle just to remember what had happened yesterday, and many mornings, he had trouble discerning where one day ended and the next one began. Lying in the warmth of his bed, he was visited by some of the memories of his life. Roger had been married, once. The relationship had started out like a fairy tale, with all the warmth, love, and intimacy that his dreams had been made from. They were young, in love, and had their whole lives ahead of them. He had his ambitions that he thought they’d pursue together, building a life one success on another. He’d started a small business, in hopes of working his way towards an acceptable level of financial independence. That would allow him to give his new wife the kind of life he believed she deserved, and one that he’d dreamed of through most of his youth. Most days were spent building that dream, followed by evenings of passionate lovemaking with his new bride. But she had her own ideas and agenda. For her, marriage was all about having babies that would grow up to be her support in her old age. She truly believed that this was her destiny, and that Rod was merely a means to that end. Within the first year of their married life, she was pregnant, and their intimacy diminished, much to his chagrin, and became something that only occurred whenever she wanted it, which wasn’t more than once or twice a month. Rod found himself becoming more involved in his first-born son’s growth and development than he was in the role of a husband. Once the baby celebrated his second birthday, it wasn’t uncommon for him to spend his day looking after the needs of a toddler, and his nights working to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. His wife had taken to pursuing her own interests outside the home. With the feelings of a sense of duty, Rod would do whatever was needed to make her little world comfortable for her, even at the expense of his own personal dreams and aspirations. It was in the third year of their marriage that he found out his wife had cheated on him. She had confessed, her attitude one of disinterest for the effects of her transgressions, rather than remorse or a plea for forgiveness. It had seemed almost surreal to Rod that such a thing could happen in his life. But he had forgiven her, and took her back. Years later, he would wonder why he’d bothered. At the time, though, it seemed like the right thing to do. To compensate for her claim that it was loneliness that had driven her to seek sexual adventure outside the marriage, Rod began to spend more time at home, both looking after his son, and making himself available to relieve his wife’s sexual needs and desires. Many nights, she’d stimulate him until his body was sufficiently aroused for her purposes, then avail herself of his cock until she had an acceptable orgasm. Once she’d cum, though, she was finished. If he climaxed, that became a bonus, but most nights, she wouldn’t give a damn if he did or not. As a result, he’d leave their bed after she was finished with him, and go to another room to relieve his sexual tensions. It became part of a regular routine, and his interest in sex slowly deteriorated to simply satisfying the animal-like demands of his body. The next year found Rod spending more and more time with his son, or by himself. He’d lost interest in his business, and as a result, it failed. In his mind, that failure was just another notch in the tally. First his marriage, then his business, then . . . probably his whole life. When his wife informed him that she was pregnant again, he questioned whether or not he was the actual father. The probabilities were about fifty-fifty, and he accepted that he’d raise this next child, too. Over the next four years there were two more children added to the brood. He knew he was the father of the third child, his second daughter, and both her and her older sister became the lights of his life. There was still a strong bond between him and his son, giving him some hope that maybe he was the only family failure. He was also very aware that it was impossible that he was the father of the fourth, another son. The resentments began to grow right from the day the child was born, and Rod refused to acknowledge that his wife’s additional burden on his strained resources was connected to the child’s legitimate birthright. Over the ensuing years, neither father nor son would have much to do with each other, and the boy grew up wild and undisciplined. Rod found himself admitting that he really didn’t give a damn, quite content to let the last offspring struggle alone. That last child wasn’t even a year old when Rod had come back to the house one morning after his twelve-hour shift to find it empty and gutted of everything except his remaining wardrobe. No occupants, no furniture, nothing. Not even a note of explanation. The only indications that the building had ever been lived in were the marks on the wall where pictures had once hung, and the various signs of damage that constituted daily wear and tear. With a final realization of his defeat and failure, he carefully packed the remaining items left to him, gave the walls and floors a haphazard washing, then loaded his meagre possessions into his car. Taking a last look around, Rod locked the doors, then slipped the key through the mail slot, signifying the closing of a chapter in his life. For the next few weeks, Rod lived out of his car. His wife had cleaned out their bank account, leaving him with no financial resources to start all over again. At the ripe old age of thirty-three, he had absolutely nothing except the clothes on his back. He tried to conduct himself as though nothing were wrong, even convincing himself that the departure of his wife was a blessing. But he did miss his oldest son and both daughters. Especially the girls, and he cried himself to sleep every night. By the end of a month, his performance at work had suffered sufficiently that he was terminated. The only saving grace was that he’d accumulated just enough money to survive for another month, and maybe a little longer, if he was careful. After that, he didn’t know, and really didn’t care. Death by starvation wasn’t an appealing end to his existence, but living with the memories of his failures revolted him even more. Some hidden spark inside Rod induced him to at least attempt to survive. He found himself a job that kept him away from the memories, and provided him with just enough to feed himself and keep him warm during the cold winter months. Again, his life became a blur of disconnected events, one day seeming very much like the previous. The days of the week no longer mattered. Every one was the same, and he poured his energies into his job, working until he was exhausted, then sleeping only long enough to regain sufficient strength to initiate another round. The appeal of food had completely disappeared from his survival drives. He ate irregularly, often not eating for several days at a time. Within three months, he’d lost over thirty-five pounds, and a good percentage of his muscle tone and body mass. At five-foot six, his ideal weight had been calculated at one hundred and sixty pounds. At one hundred and twenty-five, his body ran out of stored reserves to maintain his health. Plagued by illness after illness, he retreated from the world into a small basement apartment, convinced that this hovel would be his final resting place. His only regret was that someone else would have to clean up after him. But he’d be dead, so it really wouldn’t matter. Somewhere in the third month of living in his new residence, a public health official had come to check on him. They’d pounded on his door, yelling his name and demanding he open it. He’d tried to ignore them in the hopes they’d go away and leave him to die in peace and quiet, but they’d broken the door down anyway. Despite his loud protests, he’d been removed from his bed and taken to some antiseptic facility, supposedly for his own good. He’d blacked out long before the gurney had been wheeled out the doorway, only to wake in an unfamiliar room painted a cold colour of light green, attached to various machines and monitors, tubes running from intravenous bags to somewhere on his body. They sedated him through one of those liquid solutions coursing through his system, for he fell back into a dreamless sleep almost immediately. Once again, time lost all meaning. Rod drifted in and out of consciousness, usually at the behest of some person asking him questions for which he had no answers. At first, he’d tried to communicate, but his lips wouldn’t form the words he wanted, and his answers never satisfied the inquisitor anyway. It wasn’t long before he stopped trying, stopped speaking, and began to resent the intrusions. All he was interested in was the comforting isolation of unconsciousness, the peace and silence of that existence becoming like a haven for his tortured soul, and a way to ignore the growing list of perceived failures. How long he’d be kept under these conditions, he couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter to him anyway, for to him, he was comatose enough to almost be dead, and any recognition of this clinical world they’d stuck him in didn’t really register. There were now only two states of his being; conscious long enough to understand that he wasn’t dead yet, and unconscious, where he was spared from his thoughts. He’d been in the ward for almost a year when he was finally released. The Health authority assigned someone to check on him twice a week, although he really didn’t feel that he was worth the effort or expense. But twice a week, once on Wednesday and again on Saturday, there was a woman that knocked on his door, demanding that she be granted entrance, then testing him and measuring all his vital signs. At first, he resented the intrusion, but over the months, he slowly began to accept, then look forward to the human contact she represented. She prescribed a diet that he followed, if only to keep her from nagging him about his weight and general condition. As time went on, he actually gained some weight, eventually tipping the scales at one hundred and thirty five pounds, although his muscle tone still left something to be desired. Over time, Rod actually began to look forward to the therapy sessions, and his contact with the woman that tried to help him. Her visits kindled a flame inside him, gave him a reason to carry on, to maybe even look forward to another day. In short, she was the spark that ignited his will to live again. Their therapy sessions stretched from the prescribed three months to almost two years. Many times, the therapist visited him on her own time, enjoying his company almost as much as he enjoyed hers. At first, they were merely acquaintances, but with time, they became friends. There were many days when they spent time together just for the magic of sharing. Rod began to believe that he might be falling in love again. The days seemed brighter, the sun warmer, the nights a little less lonely. She would cook for him, and he loved every bite she fed him. She would do his laundry, and he began to take more pride in his appearance. She’d ask him to do little things for her, and he felt like there was a purpose to his life again. She even hugged him a few times, and he never wanted to let her go. But like all good things, it came to an end. He had suffered spinal damage that threatened to leave him paralysed. He struggles to learn the use of crutches at first, then graduated to a single walking cane. There were days when he could even walk unaided, as long as he remained on a level surface. He truly believed that she was the woman he’d always dreamed of when he was younger. Then one day, she didn’t show up at their usual time. Rod waited and waited all that day, telling himself that she’d merely been delayed, and that she would come eventually. But that day became another one, then turned into a week, and finally stretched to a full month. There was no explanations, no contact, nothing that he could grasp in his desperate bid for understanding. With her departure, so too departed all that he had gained. He reverted back to not eating, not exercising, and not caring whether he lived or died. Slowly but surely, he became a mere shell of a man again. And once again, the public health people invaded his lowly refuge. They returned him to that hated institution, ran medical test after medical test on him, and subjected him to interview after interview. Rod fought to escape the mindless searching that they inflicted upon him, determined to once again find that state of catatonic indifference that gave him relief from the memories, from the frustrations, from the realization of the truth of his failures, and from life. And so, on this cold, miserable, and rainy day, Rod jumped when there was an unexpected knock on his door. He feared that the public health people might have returned, bound and determined to torture him some more. He felt the tears begin to well up inside him, and for the first time in more years than he cared to remember, he desperately wanted to cry, to let the pain out, to find some inner peace for his tormented soul. He wanted to, but found he couldn’t. All those years of denying his feelings, of stifling his pain inside him were now keeping him from the one activity that might give him relief. His screams were just about to launch themselves from his throat when he remembered the public health people. Any noise from him would let them know that he was inside the small suite, that he was conscious, and even that he was alive still. The confusion of his dilemma eroded a little more of his slowly deteriorating logic centres. A part of him wanted to answer the door out of curiosity, while another part wanted nothing more than to yell at the intruder to go away, irrespective of how futile such an exercise might be. A third possibility entered his mind, to ignore the demands in silence, his hopes being that whoever it was would give up and leave. But the continuous pounding only became more and more insistent, ceasing only when a key was inserted into the lock and turned. A middle-aged woman invaded his sanctuary, addressing him by name. “Mr. Shore? My name’s Lynn Askew. I’m here to make sure you’re alright, and to see if I can help you in any way.“ “I don’t need any help!” Rod snapped back. “Go away, and leave me alone!” He rolled over so that his back was to her, every joint in his body protesting the movements, even as he resumed a fetal position under the blankets of his bed. “I can’t do that, Mr. Shore,” she told him, her tone indicating that her decree was not open for discussion or debate, “but we do have to talk. Can you sit up for a minute and look at me, please? What I have to say is very important.” Rod struggled to roll over again, his joints protesting every movement and his atrophying muscles begrudging his brain’s commands. She saw him wince at the effort, understanding his situation better than he did himself. In that one moment, her clinical attitudes and training disappeared, as she connected to this lonely old man as a fellow human being. Her heart went out to him silently, as she found herself genuinely wishing that she could make his pain go away, knowing that it was impossible. He stared at her wordlessly, waiting for the next round of lectures and inquiries that would surely follow. “Mr. Shore, there’s no easy way to put this, so can I be blunt and straightforward?” the woman wanted to know. “Whatever” he grunted, his indifference saturating his reply. “Sir, I’ve been contacted by the public health authority. They’ve analysed your latest test results, and I’m here to discuss those results with you. You’ll have to make some choices, eventually. I’d like to be able to talk about those choices, and their consequences. We can start now, or I can come back tomorrow. But I’ll be back every day, until you understand the seriousness of the situation. Which is it, today, tomorrow, or for as long as it takes me to get the message across to you?” There was still a demanding tone to her voice, but laced with something that Rod hadn’t experienced for more years than he cared to remember. Compassion seemed to be as good a label as anything else. He became aware that this new intrusion wouldn’t cease unless he heard her out, but for once, he also didn’t feel threatened. The decision to listen to her slipped into his mind softly, quietly, and without the usual fight for civility. “If you have something to say,” he growled, “then say it. The sooner you finish, the sooner I can go back to doing what I was doing before you came barging in here.” The woman just sat beside him on a chair she’d pulled up, waiting for either his undivided attention or for the courage to do what she came here to do. He didn’t know which it was, and didn’t care. All Rod knew was that the sooner she was finished, the better. “Mr. Shore,” she began, “there’s no easy way to put this. The hospital tests indicate that you have cancer. They also indicate that you’ve left it too long to be treated. Do you understand what I just said?” Rod knew that he should be concerned, or scared, or worried, at the very least. But he wasn’t. In truth, he didn’t give a shit. That one piece of information helped him fill in a couple of the blanks in his mind. He now knew who would die, had a good idea of where, what the cause would be, and how his life would end. All that was left was to find out was when, not that it mattered much. Tomorrow would be as good a day as any other, he told himself. “What you’re saying is that I’m going to die, right?” he threw out at this woman that was, for him, the bearer of good news. “We all die sometime, somewhere, and because of something. I’ve known that most of my life. Big fucking deal! Now you burst in here to tell me something we both already know? Fuck off, and let me die in peace!” he cursed. “As I said, I can’t do that. The powers that be insist that you be aware of what’s happening to you, and what you’ll have to go through. It’s a painful death, unfortunately, and it’s my job to try and reduce the pain as much as I can. Would you consider going to the hospital, so we can administer pain killers?” “No!” He was adamant about that. His life had become a series of medical interruptions over the last thirty-something years, and he hated them for that. This . . . creature . . . was just another member of a legion of self-serving medical interventionists, in his opinion. But if she wanted to sit by his bed and watch him finally expire, it was no sweat off his balls. “Look, lady,” he began to expound for her benefit, “I came into this world alone. Even my own mother abandoned me, so I spent most of my early life either in a foster home or an orphanage. I’ll die alone, too. It’s kind of ironic that for the sixty-something years I’ve been alive, no one gave a fuck, and now that the end is here, I’m being bombarded by people that say they care? What a load of horse-shit! You don’t give a rat’s ass, one way or the other. You know it, and I know it. So why are you here?” “Actually, Mr. Shore, I do give a shit, as you put it. I was taken away from my own father when I was just a little girl, and ever since, I’ve always wondered what happened to him, how he’s doing, whether he’s happy, or even if he’s still alive. That’s what made me take this job in the first place, and I’ve been doing it for almost thirty years. In that time, I’ve met some very special people, and they’ve helped me learn something about myself. I can’t take away their hurt, their pain, or their suffering. I can’t right all the wrongs they’ve gone through. But there’s something that I can give them, and maybe it’s the only thing I can give them, but it means a whole lot more to me than most people understand. I seem to have an affinity for making their last days a little more comfortable, a little less lonely, and every once in a while, a little less scary. For reasons that I’m not about to go into, I’d like to be able to do that for you, too. You can say no, and that’s your right. But wouldn’t it feel better, when the end finally arrives, to know that you mattered to at least one human being? To finally discover that your life wasn’t a total waste after all? To find that there’ll be at least one person left behind whose life you touched, and you made a difference because of it?” Rod thought about what she’d just told him, and that tiny flicker of hope made itself known to his existence again. He hadn’t felt that sensation for so very long, and now that it had reappeared, it was about to be taken away from him again? Something inside him screamed at the irony of it all, even as he resigned himself to his fate. “How long?” was his only question, not that the answer was particularly important any more. “Maybe a day or two” she quietly whispered to him. “But not a full week, I’m afraid.” “And you’ll be around until . . . until I go?” he queried. “Every minute, if you’ll let me be” she offered. He accepted her pledge, not expecting it to happen, but strangely grateful if it were. “What’s the one thing that you’d like me to do for you, to make these last few days the happiest I can make them?” He thought about it for a minute, then whispered in a voice that was barely audible. “Let me feel real love. It’s been so long since I was truly loved” he replied. She could see the tears welling up in his old and tired eyes, and her heart went out to him. She would grant his request, and feel privileged for the chance. Leaning forward, the woman softly kissed the old man’s forehead, pressing her soft and warm lips to his wrinkled skin for what seemed like an eternity. “I’d be honoured” she whispered, knowing that he probably hadn’t heard those words from her lips. In the long run, they probably didn’t matter to him anyway. In the dim light of the small apartment, she stood up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, removing it to present her voluminous breasts to the man, as they heaved with her every breath. She wore a demi-cup black bra that was barely able to successfully contain her. Carefully folding her garment, she began to unfasten the zipper of her slacks, letting them fall to the floor, leaving her wearing just the bra and a pair of matching full-cut black panties. A twinkle of recognition flickered in his eyes, and she made a conscious mental note of that fact. It had been years, bordering on decades, since he’d beheld the sight of a woman’s body. This young girl proved to be easy on the eyes, even making allowances for her middle-age expansion around the hips, waist, and stomach. Rod felt a smile, caused by something he couldn’t name, begin to spread itself over his face, and an almost forgotten warmth fill his soul. Silently, the woman peeled back the cover that cradled the man before her, then sat beside him on the bed. Leaning forward once more, she softly kissed his lips, feeling the effects of the years on his skin, and sensing his almost hidden lustful desires just below the surface. She wanted to draw that part of him out, let him remember what it was like to make love to a woman, and gladly share the experience with him. Sitting beside his deteriorating body, she began to unbutton his dirt-encrusted and unwashed shirt, leaving his hair-covered chest exposed to her appreciative hands that she allowed to roam over him. She became aware of the struggling bulge in his pants as his manhood tried to assert itself one more time, and the understanding that she could still elicit that kind of effect on him gave her a feeling of happiness and joy. With a delicate touch, she continued to undress the old and fragile body beside her, silently inviting him to remove the last of her undergarments. He attempted to oblige her unspoken request, but the strength of his degenerating muscles failed them both. With a tear of sadness in her eye, she finished what he had tried to start, absent-mindedly unclasping and removing her bra, then standing only long enough to slide her panties over her hips, letting them fall to the floor before returning to his side. As she sat, she thought she saw another one of those all-too-infrequent stabs at a smile that failed to establish itself on his face. With a real sense of caring, she gently kissed his lips, her tongue tentatively probing for permission to give herself to him, waiting for him to accept her gift in his own good time. Eventually, he opened himself to her, cautiously taking the offered part of her, and sensuously testing its texture and flexibility. Exerting some more of his dwindling energy, he managed to enfold her in his arms, with the weight of her body pressing on him to a degree that he wasn’t used to, but relished as memories of happier times seeped into his brain. She held him to her lips for an indeterminate length of time, savouring his taste, and wanting desperately to give him something that he seemed to have forgotten how to recognize any more. It had been a long time since Rod Shore had been this close to another human being, and even longer since he had done so with any joy. He basked in the experience, fighting to remember what it was really like, and struggling to connect this experience with some of the happier ones of his past. As he reminisced over the specialness of being connected to a woman, both physically and emotionally, that small flicker in his soul began to burn just a bit brighter, a bit stronger, a bit more recognizably. It had been almost half a century since he had last felt himself drawn to another person, and there were tears for the empty years that had passed. He ran his hands over the soft, smooth skin of her back, almost mesmerized by the ridges of her spine, and that mysterious hollow at its base that he vaguely remembered as a feminine trait. Her warmth migrated into his rough and wrinkled skin, feeding both the fires of his soul, and of his long-forgotten lust. The woman broke their kiss, then shifted herself as she offered him one of her slowly-engorging nipples, placing her breast before him such that he couldn’t refuse her, but was under no time constraint to accept her, either. With that choice before him, Rod began to swirl his tongue around the rim of her hardened teat, a sensuous reminder of what it was like to pleasure a woman beginning to resurface inside him. Along with the memory of how much he’d missed being this close to a woman came the remembrance of how the moans of delight had permeated his soul at every occasion he’d been permitted to share. With a growing urgency, he acknowledged his need to be with this woman, to pleasure her, to have her, to make love to her. Forgotten reserves of strength and energy began to flow inside him, and he lost himself in their mutual explorations. Now her hand was covering his straining erection, the warmth and softness of her fingers drawing both his desire and his want from somewhere inside himself that he’d forgotten even existed. It was all he could do to force an appreciative groan from his chest, but the delighted look on her face made the effort all worthwhile. It had been so long since he’d suffered being pleasured by a woman just for who he was, and he felt like it was a brand new part of life for him, even if that life were drawing quickly to a close. With an urgency that bordered on fear, he extended his hand so that he could reach between her ample thighs, trying to remember how to pass on his message of gratefulness as he lightly slid a tired and wrinkled forefinger along the length of her slit, pressing against her labia’s folds as he sought her clitoris. Like her nipples, that was engorged too, awaiting his touch, welcoming him to that private part of her body. She groaned in happy acknowledgement of his arrival, encouraging him to explore her sex to his heart’s content. God, she was soft, smooth, and slick! It had been a long, long time since he’d touched a woman there, and he’d forgotten how wonderful, how sensual, and how delicious it felt. Her moisture seemed to beckon and call him like a Siren of ancient Greek mythology. As he continued to surrender himself to her femininity, he became aware of her own need of him, her want of his body, her desire to share and interconnect their souls. Her fingers on his now fully erect cock were magic, drawing a part of him to her that he could no longer consciously recall feeling for too many years. She wanted him, all of him, and he was helpless, both to deny her, and to fully understand the nature of her lust any more. Involuntarily, his hips began to rock in time with her insistent strokes up and down the length of his shaft. There was pain, to be sure, but it was a delicious pain, one that he dimly craved more of, as his lust grew with each passing moment. Then she shifted, leaving him feeling naked, open, vulnerable, and deserted, his stiff cock falling to his lower abdomen as she abandoned her ministrations for whatever reasons. There was movement on the bed where he lay, but his overtired mind lacked comprehension as to what that activity was supposed to accomplish, and why. Soon, her hand recaptured his straining manhood, returning to caress and protect that vulnerable part of his body, and a sense of relief flooded through him. Then he felt a moist warmth cover his cockhead, and he almost forgot what it was, or why it happened. She slowly eased herself down onto him, taking him inside her, drowning him in feelings and sensations that threatened his very existence, yet made him powerless to fight or overcome them. He felt her wetness being augmented on his cock’s skin with a soft, velvet-like encasing, her vaginal sheath embracing him in a possessive grip, the likes of which he had either never experienced before, or had lost the memories of, over the decades. As she took more and more of him inside her, the heat of her sex migrated to his cock, then down his shaft as it attempted to ignite his entire groin. There came a point where she had him inside her, buried to the hilt, and he lost track of where he ended and she started. He inhaled sharply at th realization that she had taken all of him, and he had given her more than he remembered ever having. She began to rock her hips, massaging his shaft, and leaving him begging for more. The rhythm was slow at first, then built up eventually to a screaming, demanding crescendo, his own hips trying vainly to match her pace and tempo. As she rocked up and down on him,, she groaned with her lust, and he became aware of another forgotten stimulus, the joy of giving a woman pleasure as she took him inside her in an attempt to draw that life-giving fluid from his body. There was an unfamiliar pressure building in his groin which he didn’t consciously understand, yet it also didn’t make him afraid. In fact, he wanted more of it, wanted to experience it take control of his existence, consume him, become the centre of his comprehension. Those surges that happened at the base of his shaft became more insistent with each passing stroke, and every new moment of this strange experience began to strike him as being addictive. Then it built to a point where he thought he might explode. His breathing became laboured and difficult, his gasps more pronounced, his focus fully on the happenings in his groin. As that ominous pressure built to a point of supreme dominance, he felt as though a part of him was being expelled from his twitching shaft, the feelings becoming almost overwhelming as his inner vision exploded in his head, reducing his cognizance to his own male member, the rapture in his brain, and the connection with this woman that had taken him, possessed him, and was now sending him to a place that he had never been before. In his incoherence of what was happening, he thrust his hips as far forward as he could, and allowed her to drain the very essence of his masculinity from him. The woman’s clitoris began to tingle, the sensation spreading slowly throughout her body, then possessing every part of her. She vaguely acknowledged the twitching of the man connected to her vagina, but was very aware of her need to take whatever he could offer her. Her vaginal walls expanded and contracted on him, pulling him deeper inside her, demanding the capture of whatever it was that he gave her. She fought to retain a semblance of consciousness, with a varying degree of success. He had sent her soul to a place of pure bliss, and she struggled to share herself with him in this rapture they were both visiting. Somehow, they managed to remain in that little piece of heaven for an indeterminate length of time, knowing that it would eventually release them from its intoxication, and yet wishing it didn’t have to be that way. As their bond slowly release them, she pushed her muscles to keep from falling on top of him, afraid of possibly snuffing out his few remaining hours of life prematurely. There was a closeness through which their spirits flowed as one, a uniting of their souls, a bridge between two independent human creatures. She cherished the privilege of his gift, even as he felt thankful for where she had taken him, even if it might be for the last time in his life. Their post-coital bliss enveloped the two lovers, and blanketed them both with a peace and tranquillity that Rod had almost forgotten could exist. In that quiet place that only the two of them existed, he let a peaceful sleep take him, rocking and cradling him in ways that he’d never known for as long as he could remember. His soft and gentle breathing told the woman that her lover had found a level of inner peace that was either new to him, or that he hadn’t visited for so long and didn’t recognize. Just being able to give him that sent a thrill of happiness through her system, and she surrendered to that same sleep that had claimed him, and for the same reasons. It was several hours later when she regained consciousness. The man’s body lay beneath her like a pillow, his arms still wrapped around her, still holding her, still struggling to remain a part of her. But there was something wrong, and it took several minutes for her fuzzy mind to comprehend the difference. With the understanding that seeped into her mind came tears. Some of those tears were ones of happiness for the loving they’d shared, some were for the gratefulness inside her at being a part of their lovemaking. But many of them were tears of loss. The man she lay beside was cold, and white, and no longer breathing. Through the blurred vision of her tear-soaked eyes, she saw a smile of happiness on his frozen face, and she felt her own thrill, knowing that she had been partially responsible for putting that grin there. Gently and reverently prying her body loose from Rod’s grasp, she made her way over to the telephone. The tears began to flow more profusely, not being hindered in any way. She let them flow down her cheeks and drip onto the floor beneath her feet. The necessary authorities would require her to contact them, to clinically remove the body of a man that no longer existed in this world. With a heavy heart, she dialled the memorized numbers, waiting until there was a connection to the other party that she needed to contact. During that wait, she gazed at the body of the man that had been her lover, even if only for a few short hours. His face became indelibly etched into her memory as a desperate bid to ensure that he would not be completely forgotten by a world that really didn’t care abut him anyway. If she could give him nothing else, she could give him a semblance of temporary immortality for as long as she lived. Her gratitude at the chance swelled a little further. The line finally opened, and she passed on the necessary information, promising to remain until someone arrived to attend to the body of Rod Shore, a man that she knew almost as well as he himself had. Once the connection was broken, she thoughtfully dressed herself in the clothing spread on the floor, then extended the same courtesy to the body that had once been Rod, allowing him to retain a certain degree of dignity in death, one that he’d been denied in life. All too soon, the ambulance people arrived, and she watched as they transferred his body from the old rickety bed to the impartiality of the gurney, their indifference grating resoundingly on her straining nerves. There were some last-minute details to be taken care of before she left, and she dragged them out in an attempt to further etch him in her mind. At her demanding request, the attendants stood back as she walked over to the not quite covered body, placed her hands over his face, and eased his eyelids closed as he finally found his long-sought-after eternal sleep. Then, with tears still streaming down her face, still unhindered, she softly and quietly spoke the last words she’d ever utter to a man that had made more of a difference in her life than he was ever aware. “Good-bye, Dad. It took me a long time to find you again. I’m going to miss you, more than you’ll ever know.” “I love you . . . “ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “ Dedicated to the memory of Robert Graeme Griffiths - December, 1943 – September 2010 "