Groped in Public: groped in public

It was a fine warm day, even in the woods near our half-finished cabin. We had gone camping for my wife's birthday. It was her idea, I think mostly to avoid payback for what she had done to me on my birthday, but I was willing to go with the flow. We were on our (half-built) mountain cabin property, which abuts a state reserve. It is fairly inaccessible except through our road on property, and gives us a lot of privacy. I was ready for my sweet revenge for the treatment my wife had given me on my birthday.

It was after lunch, after working on the cabin, that I whipped out the blindfold, and said "Happy Birthday Babe" The rueful smile showed she had expected something like this. I continued "Even though we don't have our friends here, you don't get away scott free" I slipped the blind fold over her eyes. I lead her to some ropes I had earlier prepared, in some trees at strategic locations, near our cabin. This 2was a small redwood grove, as those who live in California know, these tend to come with an large bare area in the center 20 feet or so wide, covered in soft pine needle mulch. She was soon standing naked except for her boots, spread eagle in the center of the grove. Looking a little like a nymph, caught in a giant spider web.

I started teasing her nipples, and lightly tickling the stubble on her shaved cunt. I could see her cunt lips start to swell and redden, opening like a little flower. I grabbed her belt out of her shorts, and then stated teasing her slit with my finger, and spanking her with the belt. Just light little spanks, leaving little red marks. As I started finger fucking her, she was almost gushing, she was so wet. After a little of this she started jerking up and down, towards my fingers, so I moved my thumb back towards her ass hole and started pressing at the little rosebud.

She started to object to this (she claims not to like even the thought of anal penetration, but trying to do so does seem to maker her even wetter). I said "remember how you got me to agree to do things on my birthday by promising to let me fuck your ass? Things I NEVER would have done if not for that promise?" She started to look guilty and a little worried. "You didn't deliver! Tonight dear, your ass is mine, literally. " . As I said this I managed to get my thumb, just barely into her sphincter which started rhythmically clamping down on it, which is usually a sign that she is about to come. I stopped fingering her clit, and stopped moving my thumb. She gave a groan of frustration, and said, "Please, Fuck me now!"

I said, "No" "You wanted a relaxing day, and that's what you are going to get! Nothing to do, nowhere to go" I loosened her leg ropes just enough, so that she could close her legs, and then hooked bungee cord in to the loops I had tied, to pull them back open. If she worked at it, she could close them, and then I did the same thing with her hands. She had just enough slack so that she could just touch fingers in front of her face, but the bungee would hold them open if she relaxed at all. I said " Have a relaxing day dear", but decided to be nice, and stuck a Tiki torch holder between her legs, but in place of the Torch, I put a vibrator. This little model vibrated only when it is being pushed forward, or in this case, being pushed upon. I adjusted it to the point where if she strained her arms to the limit and spread her legs, she could just start to get penetration. I said "See you later babe" I'm going to go work on the cabin while you relax. If your legs are closed when I come back, and you haven't used the vibrator, I won't make you live up to that ass fuck."

I walked away loudly, and then tiptoed back, with the camcorder. I set it up and started running it, with her framed perfectly in the center of the picture. She was already trying to stretch down to the vibrator, but wasn't having much luck I went back over to the cabin, and started noisily to work on the cabin. Shortly, right on schedule, I heard voices walking up the road. It was a bunch of our friends, the same ones that were at my birthday. I sent them up the trail, the whole crew that had been there for my birthday party.

As we approached the grove, I herd my wife call out, "Jim?, is that you?" One of the other guys answered " No I'm not Jim, but you are a gem" What a find. I should go hiking more often, isn't that so guys?" There was a general murmur of agreement. Which put a very worried look on her face. "This is private property!" My wife said, " you should leave NOW" "What, and miss all our fun?" I replied " You should recognize these voices, Perhaps they should sing Happy Birthday" for you." She got a somewhat relieved expression on her face. As I removed the vibrator, I noticed it was fairly sticky, and said "Look here, your legs are spread just like a slut, and you have been using the vibrator. Looks like everyone is going to get to do some ass fucking tonight" "But first, a little entertainment I think. I believe every one got to spank me on MY birthday, now it's your turn" Bill was the first up, and he picked a leather belt, and started strapping her ass, but lightly. After about 10 or so, he said "you can start counting any time, or Ill just keep this up all day" "10" she said, he replied "No you start at one, slut" and he laid a harder one across her ass, leaving a red stripe. "One" she said and they continued, up to 44.

By this time she was gasping and almost sobbing the numbers out. Then Elisabeth knelt in front of her pussy and started licking it, nibbling on the clit, and moving back to her slit. Just when she was about to come, Elisabeth stopped, and I asked, "Who just was eating you?" "Bill?" she said. "No!" responded Elisabeth " It looks like I get some ass tonight too" She took her belt off, and let her jeans drop. This (and her lack of panties) left her tight little blond bush accentuating her dripping cunt. She used her belt, a narrow, wicked little strip of leather, to lay a stripe across my wife's butt. And said "Count, and say "More" after each one" "One, more" Snap Two, more" She laid them on my wife's ass, her thighs, and on her back. When they reached 44, Elisabeth stopped, and

George, who had just shaved his mustache off, knelt in front of my wife. He started kissing her pubes, sucking them into his mouth, followed by her clit, sucking it in and then using suction to slide it in and out of his mouth. Again, when she started tensing up, he stopped, she groaned with her need, and I asked, "Who was that?" She thought for a second, and said "Mary?" "Wrong "said George "Ask for each shot", he said, and he picked up the yardstick I had ready. "One please" she said, and he slapped the curve of the front of her thighs. She jumped at this, I don't think she was expecting this angle. "Two please", and again, a little further up. Each shot was just a little further up, past her stomach, and approaching her tits, as she reached 19. She started gasping for air, as she said Twenty please, for what we were all sure would hit her tit. But instead, George moved to her other thigh, again working his way up. Again she was gasping as he neared her tits, and at 39 she said "39 please" as he hit her on the tit on the side he had started on. Just below the nipple.

She let out a little yelp, and then said "40 please", he gave her other tit a shot. Again the yelp, followed by "41 please" The first tit got the shot again, this time just on the nipple. The yelp was definitely louder, louder still was the other tit. After a second to recuperate, she said "42 please. He came up from between her legs, slapping the engorged lips of her cunt. This, amazingly, got not a sound "Then 43 nothing, after she said "44 please", he hit her harder, which got the reaction we were expecting. . After a few more people, got their spanking in, it was finally Vivian's turn. Vivian is a somewhat abrasive and annoying person, but inventive. Her approach was a little more direct than some others were. She started by dropping all of her clothes, and fingering her pussy while lightly running her fingers up and down my wife's body. Then she pulled her fingers out of her own red curled snatch and stuck them in my wife's mouth. When my wife tasted this she started to pull her head back, Vivian pulled on her nipple, hard, saying suck it slut!, it's the least of what you are having for your birthday. I fully intend to sit on your face tonight, and have you lick my cunt AND my ass. As my wife started sucking on the fingers, Vivian started rubbing my wife's clit in time.

She was still hanging just on the brink of orgasm. At this point she said "Ask us to fuck your ass!" There was no response, except that my wife tried to thrust her mound towards Vivian's hand, but Vivian just picked up the yardstick, and delivered a series of stinging slaps to her cunt. She then started fingering my wife's cunt again. Again Vivian told her to say it, and again no response. Vivian then started placing clothespins on her tits. She slowly worked towards her nipples. After each pair went on, Vivian said "Say Fuck my sweet virgin ass". After one directly on each nipple, Vivian started just brushing her hands over the ends of the clothespins. My wife started to groan, and then said something, at which Vivian smiled looked at me, and whispered something back.

Then Vivian said "If you agree, Say fuck my ass, and say it with each clothespin I take off." Clearly my wife moaned "Fuck my ass", and one by one the clothes pins came off, as Vivian kept teasing her clit, and with each one she got louder. At the ones on the nipples she was shouting, "Fuck my ass" as she screamed as they came off. AS this happened, she also started coming as Vivian continued to rub her clit, and nipples, massaging blood back into them. My wife shook in the bungee cord recovering. I helped her out of her bonds, as I noticed Vivian walking over to the other guys, and whispering something. It wasn't until after dinner and some wine that I found out what it was about. After dinner, we moved my wife to the half finished cabin, where I had made a set of pillory stocks, where your head and hands fit through a hinged board, and you are held bent over. After we had her fastened into place, with her still cherry red butt sticking out, two of thew guys slipped handcuffs on my wrists, and fastened each one to her wrists.

When I asked what was up, Vivian said "You wife only agreed to be ass fucked, if you were too. There was the sound of some quick woodworking behind me, and I was soon fastened into a rough, but sturdy set of stocks, next to my wife. I could tell that objecting would only loose me the chance to fuck her, and was kind of moot, I couldn't move to escape any way. With both of our asses presented as we were bent over, it was only a short time before some one started spanking both of us. Starting with light slow slaps, with a strap, but quickly building to a seriously painful spanking. As I started to gasp with each shot, I could hear my wife breathing just as hard, and trying to stop from crying out, I felt something bump my face, and I opened my eyes to Bills cock. I had no interest in this, and had put up with it at my birthday, but not now. However, every time a shot landed on my ass, my mouth opened with a gasp, and he quickly found his way in. He was soon sliding in and out, until his cock was coated with saliva. At that point he confused me by pulling out, but In short order, he was attacking my wife's cunt from behind.

Meanwhile Vivian pulled a stool up in front of my face, sat down and started shoving her red haired twat in my face. As I got into a rhythm with her, I felt something poke at my ass hole. This caused me to pucker up, as something hard was being forced into me. I tightened down as hard as I could, but then I felt the object start to buzz as the vibrator was turned on. In a short period of time I felt it slip into my dark hole, and some one started rhythmically humping me with it, while Bill was fucking my wife.

It seemed like forever, but eventually Vivian started to grind her twat into my face with extra vigor. Just as I thought she was going to cum, she swung her legs up, onto my shoulders. This forced my face further into her, and she grabbed my hair. She started rocking her hips back and forth, so that my tongue slid from her clit all the way down to the bottom of her cunt, and back. Each time she rocked further, dragging my tongue closer to her asshole. When she finally hit it, forcing my tongue across her puckered opening, it was enough to send her over the edge. I could hear my wife getting close to the edge of an orgasm, when Bill stopped.

As Vivian moved away, I could see my wife trying to hump backwards towards Bill's cock as he pulled out. He stepped back over in front of me, grabbed my hair and started humping my face again, in rhythm with the dildo that was still slamming my ass. I figured I was in for another load to swallow, but he gave me another suprise, by pulling out within a few minutes, and spraying his load on my wife's ass. Then George who had been humping my wife's face for a while stepped up behind me. In no time the dildo was yanked out, (which was a little frustrating, as painful as it had been when it started, that electric buzz had started to feel good) and then I felt a sudden warmth on my ass, as George came on my ass.

There was a quick re arranging, and I was soon tied over a sawhorse, facing my wife. She was on a table, with her ankles up near her head, exposing her cunt and ass, which still was coated with cum. Vivian walked over to me, and said, "lick her ass clean sweet cheeks, if you want to fuck her ass." She must have seen my face, because she said, loud enough for my wife to hear " Go ahead, you seemed to like it when you had your tongue in MY ass hole a little while ago!" Which was true enough, I had been stiff as a board. With that they moved my sawhorse towards my wife, and Vivian pushed my face into my wife's cum covered ass, and sort of rolled my face around until it was covered with cum. I started licking her ass. Then some one started jerking my cock off, as some one started licking George's cum off of my ass. In fairly short order her ass was clean, and Vivian said "stick that tongue in that ass hole" as I started to do so as I felt some one do the same thing to me at the same time. A really weird feeling, almost like I was licking my own ass. My wife started rocking her ass back, and I felt her puckered hole start to throb. Very shortly there after, I was released from the sawhorse, and moved closer to my wife. My hands were fastened to her ankles, which were still pulled back over her head. My cock was poised to enter her wet cunt, or her (now slick) puckered hole. I lined up with the anus and pushed.

I felt instant resistance as her hole instinctively tightened. I thought about telling her to relax, as she started to pull away. I thought back to my birthday, and how I had been treated on my first time, and I pulled out a little, and slammed inward in one hard tearing thrust. My hole had been sore for three days. My wife moaned, as I pulled out and slammed back in again. This time getting a little further in, on my third thrust I slipped in all of the way. I heard my self say "Beg for it again, Ass-slut" Vivian started pulling and twisting her nipples, until she said "Fuck my ass" is sort of a weak wimpy voice. Vivian grabbed her nipples and twisted them almost completely around, and my wife yelled it out this time "Fuck My ASS, Please" I would have started humping her ass double time, if some one hadn't grabbed my ass with both hands and held me in place.

Before I could figure out why, I felt something press against my own tight hole. In short order, I felt a warm prick slowly slide in, impaling me. Whoever it was pulled back a little, until the head was just about to pop out, and stopped. Vivian then said "Start fucking" As I pulled back I was impaling my self, and as I thrust into my wife, I almost got free of the cock. I could feel my self inching towards an orgasm, with each thrust, when Vivian said "Who ever comes first, will be our ass slave, and cum eating slave, for the night" This thought didn't thrill me, and kind of pulled me back from the edge, and apparently did the same for whoever was fucking me. I could feel him soften slightly. After a few more humps, I got an Idea, and started clamping down with my anus as hard as I could in the middle of each stroke, and started moving faster. I figured I could do my best to force h8im over the edge, and he couldn't do any thing to hurry me along. It didn't take much of this before my wife started humping back to meet me, while Vivian paid attention to her clit, rubbing it in time to my thrusts. I could feel the cock in my ass start to tighten up, and I was sure I would get him off before I came. That was when my wife threw my plan out the window by screaming in to her orgasm, which she had been teased to the brink of, and denied all day. Her anus started pulsing and she started yelling "Yes yes yes, fuck me fuck me fuck my ass" . It would have seemed to by a script page right from a porno movie, if she didn't sound so serious about it. That was when I looked down, and watched Vivian put a small clothespin right on my wife's clit, as it thrashed about. She didn't seem to be able to tell the difference between the pain and the pleasure. The pain seemed to push her further into her orgasm. Watching this was enough to make me come immediately and a fraction of a second later the cock in my ass did the same. I was exhausted, as I was released, and spent most of the rest of the night watching my wife eat cum out of pussy, and get fucked in the ass by almost everyone. Almost every time, getting another screaming orgasm.

I cannot believe what I did last night! I have been sitting
here at the kitchen table all morning, going over it in my head.
Reliving it. I am shocked, mortified, and even worse, excited.

I am a happily married woman. Well, mostly happy. My husband
has this great new job, lots of money, and we have a very nice house.
Unfortunately, he travels all the time. So I find myself sitting
around the house bored to death.

We recently bought a new computer, with a modem. My husband
uses it when he works at home. I use it to play when he is out of
town. I discovered "chatting", and that led to the opening of a whole
new horizon. I was shocked when I first went on line and saw the
channels that people could explore. Sex with animals, rape, something
called watersports, and sex with kids. I also saw channels that were
for people who apparently shared my most secret fantasy. For a long
time I resisted going in.

I don't know if I was just trying to avoid trouble, or if I was afraid
of making the fantasy too real. I have had fantasies of being a sex
slave to an older man since I was in my early teens. Usually to
someone who was not attractive, and who was mean and took pleasure in
making me do things that were nasty and perverted and humiliating. I
have no idea where these fantasies come from, but I frequently
fantasize about them while masturbating, and even when making love to
my husband.

Finally, one day, during one of my husband's many trips out of town, I
went in. Well, it was fantastic! I was invited to chat by an older
man and we acted out my fantasy on line. I described myself to him.
I am 23, 5'7", 118, natural blonde, 32B, and I am considered quite
attractive. He was 48, 5'10", 225, and he insisted that he had a
thick 9" cock. He even sent me a picture of it. But of course, I
don't know if it was actually his picture. It was very impressive
though.

I agreed to do everything he ordered me to do. At his direction I
took off my t-shirt, my jeans, my panties, I wasn't wearing a bra. Now
I was totally naked, talking to a strange man about sex! It was very
exciting. I imagined that he could see me and he made me touch myself
and brought me to orgasm as he described all the things he would love
to do to me.

I was hooked! From then on, whenever my husband was away, I was on
the Internet. In that chat room, or a similar one. I told strange
men my fantasies, in great detail, and acted out their fantasies as
well. I was hooked. I explored some of the other kinky channels,
including the rape channel. I found a lot of excitement there too. But
I always went back to looking for a man to tell me what to do, to use
me and abuse me.

Well, last night things got a little out of hand. My husband has been
gone almost two weeks, I was incredibly horny and lonely, and I had
drunk a couple of glasses of wine. I am not a total non-drinker, but
my limit is usually one glass.

I was talking to a guy from Australia, an older guy, who was a bit
wilder than I was used to, but he was so far away that I felt safe,
and I was getting pretty tipsy, so I was enjoying it. He convinced me
to get a third glass of wine as we talked. BIG MISTAKE!! I did, and
as the evening wore on I was doing everything he ordered. He was
pretty good at it too.

He talked about making me fuck and suck strange men for his amusement.
Undressing me in public, letting men touch me intimately in a public
place. He made me touch myself. He got me so aroused, and I was so
tipsy, I guess I just got carried away.

He told me to call a taxi, and when the driver got there I was to go
out to the car, naked, and bend over the hood and beg the driver to
fuck me. I could not do that, of course, in this neighborhood. I told
him I wanted to serve him, but I couldn't obey that order. He kept
after me though, and as unbelievable as it seems, we reached a
compromise. I would call a taxi, and when it arrived I would go out in
my robe and ask the driver to come in and help me with my bags.

I cannot explain why I agreed to this. I guess it was a combination of
the wine, being so aroused, and a desire to experiment with my
fantasies. Maybe doing it on the computer just wasn't enough anymore.
I actually made the call!

As I waited for the taxi to arrive my Australian master began giving
me instructions on what to do when he arrived. He kept trying to get
me to do something outside, but finally he became more reasonable. I
would go outside, in only my robe, and invite the driver in. I would
ask him to sit in my chair at the computer, and my master would
explain that I was his slave and I would do whatever he wanted. He was
going to tell the driver that I was going to lick him and suck him and
then let him fuck me. While I was doing this, the driver was to tell
him all about it. And I was to have our poloroid camera ready so that
the driver could take some pictures of me to send to him. I thought
that would be safe, he was half a world away, and I was half drunk.

Things didn't go exactly as planned, but just about. It was like I was
watching myself from outside my body! I heard the cab pull up in my
driveway. I put my robe on and hurried out. I invited the driver in,
he seemed a little put out, but he agreed to help me with my bags.

I don't know what I was expecting, he was very unattractive, very
overweight, in his mid to late 40s, and he didn't look all that clean.
I cannot explain why I didn't come to my senses and tell him it was
all a mistake, but it was like I was in a trance.

I led him inside; I could almost feel his eyes on me, trying to see
through my thin robe. I led him into the computer room and asked him
to sit in my chair.

He looked a little worried, he could tell that something unusual was
going on. I opened my robe and as his eyes bugged out I told him that
someone on the computer wanted to talk to him.

I cannot explain how I felt when I stood nude in front of this strange
man. All of a sudden I was in one of my fantasies. I was embarrassed.
I was aroused. I was totally without free will. At that point I was
ready to do whatever I was told, the nastier the better.

He finally tore his eyes away from my now naked body and looked at the
computer screen. I leaned over and told my Aussie master that I was
now nude and the cab driver was sitting in my chair waiting for him to
explain.

My master told the driver that I was his sex slave slut, I would do
everything he told me to do. And he invited him to explore my body
while he talked.

I jumped as I felt his large clammy hands touch my skin. He started at
my thigh in the back, moved up over my ass, up to my tits, exploring
every inch of me, thoroughly, roughly. His hand moved down to my pussy
and he left it there as he turned back to the screen.

My master told the driver that he wanted him to tell him everything I
was doing as he ordered me to touch him and suck him and fuck him.
Here was where the first hitch occurred. Our driver could not type. So
I was to service the driver, and keep my master informed at the same
time. All during this conversation the driver's hands were all over
me. Humiliating me, driving me crazy.

I knelt and unzipped the driver's pants. He stood and I pulled them
down, along with his shorts. He balanced himself by putting his hands
on my head as he stepped out of his pants. He had a very large
stomach, and very fat cock. Only about average length, but very fat.
And it was already hard and oozing pre-cum from the tip.

My initial impression was pretty close, I guess he bathed more or less
regularly, but it had been a long hot night I imagine, because I could
smell the sweat from his crotch. The driver sat back down and, as
instructed, I knelt between his legs and began to kiss his cock. It
was very distasteful, but so highly erotic, I could not believe I was
actually living out my fantasy! I was sucking some strange man's cock,
or about to. I was naked in front of him. I was totally under the
power of a man. Two men, actually.

I did everything I was told. Licking his cock and his balls. Taking
his balls into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue. Lifting his
legs and licking his ass. I was on the verge of an orgasm just from
obeying these nasty orders.

Finally I took him into my mouth and gave him the best blowjob I had
ever given anyone. Not that there were that many. I had only been with
two other men before my husband, and I was so young and naпve that I
really had very little experience.

Luckily he didn't last long. His cock was so fat that my mouth was
really getting sore. After about five minutes he grabbed my head and
held me as he moved his hips up and down and shot his huge load into
my mouth.

It was very hard to keep up, but I managed to swallow all but a couple
of small drops. However, he was kind enough to catch them with his
finger and shove them into my mouth.

I stayed on my knees and turned to the computer to tell my master what
had just occurred. As I typed I felt the driver's hands all over me
again. I was instructed to hand the driver the camera and he typed out
to the driver what pictures he wanted him to take.

Like a stupid, stupid fool, I followed every order. I took his cock
back into my mouth and looked at the camera, I licked his balls, and I
sat back and spread my legs and even played with myself for the
camera.

I even had several orgasms as I posed!

Then I was ordered to suck him hard again, so that he could fuck me. I
had to admit that I was in such a sex-crazed state, I wanted that ugly
old man's fat cock in me.

Unfortunately, his days of getting seconds were over, I sucked and
sucked, but I could never get him more than about half hard. Finally
my mouth could take no more. Fortunately, my master was getting bored
and decided that was enough.

As a final humiliation, I was ordered to give the driver twenty
dollars, to pay him for his time!

The driver got up and dressed, gave my body a few last gropes, and
left. I saw him to the door and after a few more minutes of talking to
the Aussie, going over what I had done, agreeing to meet him again, I
signed off and went to bed.

Before going to sleep, however, I spent at least half an hour
molesting my vibrator. I came and I came and I came as I relived
everything I had done in my mind. Finally I more or less passed out.

CHAPTER TWO

I woke up late this morning, with a slight headache, and a feeling of
disbelief as the memory of what I had done last night washed over me.
I hurried to the bathroom, took a long shower and headed for the
kitchen to get some coffee.

As I walked past the computer room I suddenly remembered the pictures.
I went in to get them. It wouldn't do to leave them laying around, and
there was no way I was going to mail them to some guy, even if he was
on the other side of the world!

It was immediate panic. The pictures were gone! I felt like I had been
kicked in the stomach. The driver must have taken them with him when
he left!

SHIT!!!!!!!!

Maybe he just wanted souvenirs. But I doubted it. I knew it was going
to be either sex or money, or both!

I went to the kitchen and made coffee.

I sat in a stupor until it was ready, and now I sit here at the
kitchen table, with this horrible feeling in my stomach, wondering
what I have gotten myself into. I am terrified. Have I screwed up my
life totally? What about my husband, will I be able to keep it from
him? Despite what happened last night, I love him dearly. He is not
very sexually adventurous, however, and I know that just a hint of
what I did will be the end of our life together.

It suddenly hits me that, no matter what that fat ugly driver demands,
I will have to comply. I realize at last that, this boring marriage I
have is the most precious thing in the world to me. I will do anything
to protect it.

The rest of the day goes by in a daze. I keep waiting for him to show
up at my door. I know it is only a matter of time.

I do the laundry, I do the dishes, I do all the little chores, but
there is only one thing on my mind. What price will I have to pay for
a night of perverted pleasure? One night of fantasy. It is so unfair!

Finally, just after seven that evening, I hear a car in the driveway.
I look out. It isn't a cab. But the door opens and I see the cab
driver from last night get out.

It suddenly occurs to me, I don't even know his name!

He comes to the door and I open it. He pushes his way in, turns around
and looks at me with an evil leer on his face. I know there is no
chance of sympathy from this man.

"You know why I am here, don't you?" he says.

I look down; I can't meet his gaze. "The pictures." I say, in a voice
barely above a whisper.

He takes a step closer to me and begins moving his hands over me,
feeling my body through my clothing.

"This is a pretty nice place you got here, must have cost a couple of
hundred thou. Nice cars too. You aren't hurtin' for money are you?"

I just nod. I still can't meet his eyes, and I still don't know what
he wants. Me, my money, or both.

"Well, don't worry honey, I don't want your money. You like playing
games. We are going to play games. Lots of games. I own you now. You
know that don't you?"

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as I nodded my head.

He was right, he owned me. I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to.

Suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled me to him. He kissed me, hard.
I smelled his nasty breath as he forced his tongue into my mouth.

I didn't fight him. I just let him do what he wanted. But that wasn't
enough. He squeezed my breast. Hard. Very hard.

"I want to feel some tongue baby. I ain't your damned husband. You
better get into this. Show me how much you want me. Got it bitch?"

He pulled me against him again and pressed his mouth against mine. It
made me nauseous, but I returned his kiss. I met his tongue with my
own and made believe I was kissing my husband. That made it almost
bearable.

Finally he stepped back and went into the living room and sat down. He
ordered me to stand in front of him and undress. Slowly, so he could
enjoy my discomfort and embarrassment.

I know it is strange. I shouldn't be so embarrassed. I was naked in
front of him last night. He touched every part of my body, and I
licked and sucked his cock and his balls. I even licked his ass! But I
was sober now, and scared. The dream was over, but I couldn't wake up.

As I undressed he began to talk.

"If you do everything I want, every time I want, without giving me any
grief, I will not destroy you. I will not show the pictures to your
husband, or his boss. How do you suppose the people at his office
would enjoy seeing your pretty little face with my big fat cock
sticking into your mouth?"

I knew he didn't need my answer. I dropped my blouse to the floor and
unfastened my jeans. I slid them down my legs and stepped out of them.

I could feel his eyes on my body as I stood there in my matching bra
and panties. I suddenly wondered why I was wearing this set. It was
much too sexy to wear around the house, especially when I was home
alone. Did I want him to be here?! No, that couldn't be it. I couldn't
explain. I was in such a daze I don't even remember getting dressed
this morning.

As I unfastened my bra he continued.

"I plan on having a lot of fun with your pretty ass. You know those
kinky little fantasies of yours? Wait until you start playing with me!
But as long as you don't give me no shit, your real life and my sex
life will stay separate. I would rather fuck you than ruin you. But if
you don't play my game, I will not have any problem ruining your
fucking life. Got it bitch?"

I nodded. I stood in front of him now, totally naked, not even
bothering to try to cover my nudity. I was totally defeated. It just
didn't matter now.

He waived me over and I moved to stand beside his chair. He just
looked at me for a minute, not touching. He ordered me to spread my
legs. I did, but not far enough.

He slapped my ass. I was more startled than hurt, but I quickly spread
my legs for him.

He moved his hands over me, touching, pinching, and feeling. Watching
my eyes to enjoy my reaction.

He saw what he wanted. Shame, fear, despair, total surrender.

I stood there as he pinched my nipples and stretched them out until I
cried out. He continued. Going back and forth between my nipples until
they were so tender I was desperate for him to stop.

He moved his hand down to my pussy then, and again turned to abusing
my flesh. Now my tears of despair were mixed with tears of pain as he
pinched and pulled at my delicate flesh.

Just as I was about to beg him to stop, he stood up and ordered me to
lead him to my bedroom.

I turned and led him down the hall to my bedroom. He followed right
behind me, squeezing and pinching my ass as we went.

I walked to the bed, assuming that he was finally going to fuck me.
But that is not what he had in mind. I could tell he was turned on,
his cock poked a huge tent in the front of his pants.

But he walked right past me to my closet. He disappeared inside for a
few moments. I heard him rustling through my clothing. Then he
reappeared holding a dress I had never had the nerve to wear. It was
extremely short, and almost see-through.

He threw the dress to me.

"Put it on," he ordered. "We are going out."

I had not expected this. I just sat on the bed, looking at him
stupidly, holding the dress in front of me.

"Get up cunt!" he snapped. "I gave you an order!"

I stood up. I wanted to beg him not to do this. I would do anything he
wanted. He could fuck me and make me suck him, anything he wanted. But
not out there! Not where people could see me!

But I looked in his eyes and knew better than to open my mouth. I
moved over to my dresser and started to get out some underwear. He
stopped me.

"If I wanted you to wear any of that shit I would have given it to
you. Now put the damned dress on!"

I stepped into the dress and buttoned the buttons that went from my
waist to my neck in the front. He ordered me to fix my hair and face
as he went to find a pair of shoes he liked.

I finally got my tears to stop, and put on a little makeup. I don't
wear a lot and it didn't take long. I brushed my hair and stepped back
into the bedroom.

He had selected a pair of shoes I had worn once, at my husband's
insistence, and sworn never to wear again. The heel was three inches
high and the shoe was open and I could just barely walk in them. But I
knew better than to argue. I put them on and stood up. He made me walk
for him, modeling the humiliating outfit.

I didn't know how he could expect me to go out in public like this. I
looked like a prostitute! My nipples could be seen through the top,
and in the right light the skirt was almost invisible. He stopped me
and ran his hand up my legs. I felt his finger pushing into me. I was
shocked when I realized I was wet! Surely this did not arouse me! How
could my pussy betray me like this! I couldn't be wet!

But I was. He looked up at me and chuckled evilly.

"You nasty cunt," he said accusingly. "You are liking this, aren't
you?"

"No," I said. "I hate this. I hate what you are doing to me and I am
just scared."

He just laughed. "Scared? Good, you should be. You have something to
be scared about."

On that ominous note, he stood and led the way to the door.

I grabbed my purse and hurried after him, or at least I hurried as
much as I could in these damned shoes.

I looked around as I stepped out. Thank God it was dark. I saw none of
my neighbors, and hoped none of them saw me in this sluttish outfit,
leaving with this horrible old man.

We got in his car and he drove off. As we drove he pulled me to the
middle of the seat and pulled my skirt up to totally expose my pussy.
He pushed my legs apart and began roughly fondling me.

He ordered me to rub his cock through his pants, and as I complied I
saw a pickup truck pull up beside us on my side. I saw the driver out
of the corner of my eye. I didn't have the nerve to look directly at
him, but I watched out of the corner of my eye as he did a double
take. We were stopped at a red light at a well-lit intersection. I had
no doubt that he could see my dress up around my waist. If I had any
doubts they would have been quickly dispelled.

I plainly heard him exclaim "Holy shit!!" Then I saw him turn to his
companion and tell him about me.

Just then the light changed, and the truck kept pace as we drove the
block to the next red light.

I was totally humiliated, and it was obvious that "the driver" knew
what was going on and was enjoying it tremendously. It suddenly
occurred to me, I still did not know the name of the man putting me
through all of this. I could only think of him as the driver!

As we came to a stop at the next intersection he ordered me to open
the top of my dress. I knew I had no choice. I took a deep breath and
started to unbutton my dress.

"Quickly!" he snapped. I hurriedly went down my front unbuttoning the
buttons. I could see both of the men in the truck next to us. The
passenger was leaning over and both were staring as I finished and
dropped my hands.

"The driver" put his hand behind me and pushed me forward. As I leaned
forward he pulled my dress down off my shoulders. I was now as good as
naked. My breasts were totally exposed, and so now was my pussy since
he had removed is hand. He sat me back and reached over my shoulder
and started squeezing my right breast. Pulling on it, aiming it at the
young men in the truck as if it were a weapon.

He ordered me to look at the men in the truck and smile. I did as he
wanted, but it was the hardest thing I ever did. I have no idea how I
managed a smile. I was so totally humiliated. Finally he pulled away
from the truck and allowed me to pull my top back on. But I could only
button the bottom three buttons. This permitted my breasts to be seen
almost to the nipple, and if I moved even slightly my nipples were
plainly visible.

He could see I was on the verge of tears again, and he warned me not
to start.

"That is enough of that shit," he growled, "you might as well get used
to it, cunt."

CHAPTER THREE

I had not been paying any attention to where we were going. Suddenly I
looked around and realized we were in a part of town I had never seen
before. It was pretty seedy, and I was glad of that. The chances of
seeing someone I knew had to be pretty slim. If I had to be this man's
slut, I guess I might as well be in a part of town where it was more
appropriate.

Just as I was beginning to wonder if he even had a destination in
mind, he pulled into the parking lot beside a seedy little bar. We got
out of the car and he pushed me ahead of him to the door. We went in
and I was instantly aware of how much of me was showing. There were a
dozen men in the bar, and every one of them stared at me all the way
to the back of the bar, where I was pushed into a large circular
booth.

"The driver" wedged himself in after me and the bartender came over to
take our order. I finally found out the name of "the driver" as the
bartender called out "Hey Ted, who is the lady, and what the hell is
she doing with a guy like you."

The guy making my life a living hell was Ted. I would have expected
something a little more like Lucifer.

He ordered a beer for himself. I said I didn't want anything, but he
ordered wine for me. He said he liked the way I acted after a little
wine.

I looked up as three men approached the booth. Judging by the
greetings they were friends and/or drinking buddies. Ted invited them
to join us.

I could feel their eyes on my chest as they squeezed into the booth. I
looked down and checked to make sure that my breasts were both
covered, at least as much as possible.

They began talking, but all four of them were staring at me as they
talked.

Ted introduced me in a way that immediately let everyone know what my
position was.

"Guys, this is my cunt, Linda. I met her last night. She loved me so
much she gave herself to me, swore she would do anything just to be
with me."

The three men laughed and snorted, obviously they knew that wasn't the
truth.

"OK, maybe she didn't fall madly in love with me. But she sure as hell
belongs to me. I won't bother you with details, but she will do
anything I tell her to do. Won't you cunt?"

I nodded. It was true. I would. I knew this was going to be more than
I could take. But there was no way out now without ruining my life.

His friends, however, were still skeptical.

"You don't believe me?" he asked.

"Yeah, right," they chimed in, obviously not believing a word of it.

He turned to me and ordered me to unbutton the top of my dress the
rest of the way.

I furtively looked around the bar and saw that nobody in the bar could
see me, Ted had me completely obscured from anyone else in the bar.
Only he and his friends could see me.

I reached up and unbuttoned the last three buttons, and then dropped
my hands back into my lap.

Just then the bartender arrived with our drinks. I knew he could see
my breast, he stood there a long time, taking the money for the drinks
and chatting idly with Ted. I didn't have the nerve to look until he
left. But as he walked away I looked down. It was obvious that from
where he had stood he could see my entire left breast.

The surprising thing was, it just didn't seem to matter anymore. I was
in a more or less constant state of embarrassment. Every new
humiliation was just more of the same. I picked up my glass and took
several long drinks. It was a very bad wine, but I really needed it
right then.

Ted turned back to his friends and said, "Now what do you think?"

They were all staring at my breasts. Ted reached over and opened my
dress so that my breasts were completely exposed.

At this point the bartender came back with the change. You would have
thought he was carrying on a conversation with my breasts. He looked
straight at them as he talked to Ted. He placed the change on the
table and finally, reluctantly, returned to his place behind the bar.

Ted turned back to his friends and said "How do you like them tits
guys?!"

To their credit, they did not actually drool, they just sat there with
stupid looks on their faces, looking like they had never seen a tit
before.

He turned to the man on my immediate left and said, "You should see
them when those nipples get hard. Go ahead Bob, get those suckers hard
for us."

I sucked in my breath as Bob gingerly reached up and started playing
with my nipples. I closed my eyes, I couldn't stand to look at anyone.
I sat quietly as he moved his hands over my tits, much softer, and
much nicer than I expected from one of these jerks.

Then he began to concentrate on my nipples. Pinching them lightly
between his thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, it actually felt
pretty good! I felt my nipples getting taut, and I hated myself for
responding, but I knew it was not my fault.

Finally, long after my nipples had hardened, Ted told him he could
stop. I opened my eyes and saw all four of them staring at my chest. I
took another long drink of wine and then set my empty glass down and
closed my eyes again.

"What do you think guys?" Ted asked. "Is she turned on?"

"Sure looks hot to me." Bob said.

"Damn straight." One of the others responded.

"Fuckin' a." The other one chimed in.

Ted reached down and pulled my skirt up, exposing my pussy to Bob. The
other two couldn't see because the table blocked their view.

"Go ahead, Bob, check her out. See if she is wet." Ted offered.

I sat still as I felt his hand move down between my thighs and up to
my pussy. Without even being told I spread my legs for him. I gasped
quietly as his finger entered me. I knew what he would find, I knew I
was wet.

He moved his finger in and out of me for far longer than was
necessary. Then he raised it above the table so everyone could see how
wet I had gotten him.

"Give her your hand, Bob." Ted said.

Bob stretched out his hand. I took it, and held it, not knowing what I
was supposed to do.

"You got his hand all dirty, cunt. Clean him. I looked at him for a
second, then it dawned on me what he wanted. I leaned forward slightly
and pulled his finger to my lips. I licked it gently, as though it
were a little cock. Then I took it into my mouth sliding my lips up
and down. I suddenly realized I was subconsciously putting on a show
for them! I quickly pulled my mouth away and let his hand go.

I glanced up and saw the looks on their faces. These were all older
men. Late 40s or early 50s. The one on the far end, I still didn't
know the names of the last two, was skinny as a rail, the other two,
Bob and the guy beside him, were both smaller than Ted, but they were
both heavy, with big beer bellies.

They were all staring at me in awe. Here I was, a very attractive,
very sexy, 23-year-old woman. Just a normal housewife. Sitting at this
table in a seedy bar with four seedy old men. My breasts were exposed.
My pussy was exposed. I was doing every nasty thing I was told.

At first I had thought that he was just going to show me off a little,
and humiliate me a lot. But I was beginning to suspect that Ted was
going to make me have sex with these men. A gangbang!! I had, on
occasion, fantasized about having sex with two men. But not four! Not
four ugly old men!

The bartender showed up at the table again. I bet these guys never got
service this good before! He continued to act like nothing was unusual
as he stared at my all but naked body. Ted ordered another round of
drinks.

As the bartender walked away Ted turned to his friends and said, "How
about if we finish this next round, and go to my place for a little
peace and quiet?"

There was a chorus of anxious replies, I didn't expect anyone to say
no.

Ted turned to me and put his hand on my right breast. He was roughly
squeezing and pulling as he asked me sarcastically if I minded. I just
shook my head. There was nothing I could say.

The bartender came back with the drinks and Ted released his hold on
my breast.

"That sure is a sweet young thing you got there Ted," the bartender
said.

"This slut!?" Ted said incredulously. "She ain't bad looking, but she
ain't a sweet young thing. Are you cunt?" he asked as he turned to me.

I shook my head, but I guess Ted was getting tired of non-verbal
answers.

"Answer me bitch!" he exclaimed impatiently.

"No, I am just a cunt Ted." I responded without looking up.

Ted put his hands on the edge of the table and slid it out of the way
a few inches.

Now I was totally exposed to all five of them.

"Go ahead, cunt. Show him your cunt." I spread my legs, as much as
possible, which was not much since I was still sandwiched in between
these two large men. He whistled softly as I sat before him totally
exposed, obeying all of Ted's orders.

"I don't know how you fell into this, Ted, but I gotta say you are the
luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the fuckin' world man!"

"One of these days I'll bring her in and let you have a shot at her,
man." Ted said, generously.

"No shit!?"

"No shit. First, though, I think she needs a little more training."

The bartender returned to the bar, and I continued to sit, fully
exposed, as we drank our drinks and Ted and his friends talked, mostly
about me and the things they wanted to do to me.

I guess the bartender must have told a few of the customers that
something was going on in our booth, because every once in a while one
of them would go out of their way to pass us on the way to the
restroom. It was obvious they were just coming over to check out the
naked female, but Ted didn't mind. He seemed to get a kick out of
anything that increased my discomfort level.

Finally Ted told me to straighten out the top of my dress, but would
not allow me to button it. He slid out of the booth and pulled me
after him. I pulled my dress down, but not before I am sure that every
man in the bar saw my naked pussy. Then we left, Ted first, I
followed, and his three friends bringing up the rear.

In the parking lot we split up into two cars. The other heavyset man,
I now learned that his name was Dave, got in beside me so that I was
squeezed between him and Ted. Bob and the skinny guy got in Bob's car.

As we left the parking lot Dave put his arm around my shoulders, and
his hand hung down, his fingers lightly moving over my left breast.

"You don't mind, do you Ted?" he asked politely.

Ted smiled at him and said, "Not at all, please, feel free." They both
seemed to think that was real funny.

Now that he had permission, Dave had his hands all over me. He
squeezed and pulled on my breasts like he was milking me. He moved his
hand down and pushed it between my legs. I couldn't spread my legs, we
were pressed to close together, so he pulled my leg up over his and
roughly jammed first one and then two fingers into me.

I moaned in pain, but I think he thought it was something else.
"Damn!" he said to Ted. "Listen to her moan. She's a hot one!" They
both laughed again.

Thankfully, we were already in Ted's neighborhood. We quickly found a
place to park and I was again pulled out of the car, with everything
showing, with no regard for who might be around. As before, however,
there was nobody nearby to witness my humiliation. I guess this is the
kind of neighborhood that you stay inside after dark.

We waited on the street for Bob and skinny, and when they caught up to
us we went inside.

CHAPTER FOUR

Bob had an apartment on the first floor. It was small, and it was
filthy, but at least it had a terrible view.

Once inside I was ordered to get everyone a beer. When I returned and
handed out the drinks I was rewarded with gropes and grabs and pinches
by each of them in turn.

Ted ordered me to get up on the old coffee table in the center of the
room.

I carefully stepped up, a bit wobbly in these damned heels, and stood
waiting for what I already knew was coming next.

"How about it guys?" Ted asked. "Ready for a little entertainment?"

I didn't expect to hear anyone say no, and I wasn't disappointed.

"Strip, cunt." Ted ordered.

I started to pull down the top of my dress, but Ted stopped me. "Not
like that! Put some soul into it. A little rhythm, dance for us!"

He turned to his friends and said, "Shit! Shoulda had the bitch wear
more clothes. You guys don't mind if the show don't last long do you?"
They all laughed at that.

I started to sway to an imaginary song, and dance around in a small
circle. My skirt was so short that I imagine they could see my ass
from this angle without my moving, and my breasts were exposed more
than they were covered. But I guess it is the thought that counts, and
it isn't like I had a choice.

After a couple of turns on the tiny table I slid the top of my dress
off of my shoulders and let it hang at my waist. The men all whistled
and cheered like I expect they would at a real strip show. I danced a
bit more and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my dress and
slid it over my hips, down my legs, to my feet. I kicked it out of the
way and continued my little dance, turning and swaying gently, until
Dave turned to Ted and said, "I just gotta taste that pretty little
pussy. Is that OK Ted."

"Just a second boys," Ted responded. He left the room and came back
with a camera. I started to panic all over again, but then I realized,
it doesn't matter. He already had all the evidence he needs to ruin my
life forever.

"OK boys," Ted said, "She is all yours. Take your time and enjoy, we
have all night."

I moaned in fear as Dave got up and walked to where I stood on the
small coffee table. I heard the camera begin to click away as Dave
bent forward and stuck his tongue into me. I closed my eyes and stood
there as he licked my pussy. I heard the others approach and felt
hands all over me. Fingers mauling my already sore breasts, pulling,
squeezing. Then another small shock as a finger tries to force its way
into my ass hole.

After a few ineffective attempts to enter my back passage I feel the
finger withdraw. But it soon returns, this time it is wet and I feel
it roughly enter my ass. It seems like every time I feel I can't get
anymore degraded, they prove me wrong.

I am beginning to feel the effects of this huge overdose of
stimulation. It may be unwanted and clumsy but it is beginning to have
a decided effect. I feel my breath beginning to get labored as these
men are all over me.

Suddenly they stop; almost as if there had been a signal. I am left
standing on the table as they step back and begin to quickly undress.
I open my eyes to see Ted taking this opportunity to reload his
camera.

Suddenly the room is full of naked men. They push me to my knees on
the table and Dave steps up behind me and roughly forces his cock into
my pussy. I am soaking wet, and it is a good thing, because I am
shocked at how large his cock is. And he attacks me with it as though
he wants to hurt me!

Someone grabs my hair and pulls my head up. I find myself looking at
another large cock. It is the guy I call skinny, I still don't know
his name. His cock is skinny too, but Christ it is long! I swear it
must be at least ten inches. He rubs it all over my face, but mostly
on my eyes and my lips, then he orders me to lick it.

I stick out my tongue and start licking as he guides my head on a
guided tour of his crotch. I lick what ever he places in front of my
mouth. His cock, his balls, it doesn't matter anymore. Ted is right. I
am just a cunt. Finally he rests the head of his cock on my lips and
begins pushing it into my mouth. It isn't bad at first. His cock is
not very big around and I can manage it without much difficulty. But I
start getting scared as he pushes all the way to the back of my
throat. He holds me there as I gag and choke and struggle for breath.
Suddenly he slaps me and my eyes look up at him.

"Relax bitch." He says. "I ain't gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna fuck
your face a little. Now, swallow." I stopped struggling when he
slapped me. Now I do as he orders and I swallow. He orders me to keep
swallowing. After a few minutes I realize I no longer have to gag, and
I am shocked as I feel his cock pushing into my throat!
Dave is still roughly fucking my pussy, but Bob is bent over grabbing
my tits and staring as I swallow that entire ten-inch cock all the way
down my throat.

"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaims. "I ain't never seen anything like that
in my fucking life!"

Out of the corner of my eye I see Ted, still hard at work with the
camera, now coming in for a few close-ups.

Suddenly it is like my mind snaps. I am no longer being forced. Now I
want it. I need it. I want cocks and cum in me and on me. I want it
all, everywhere. I begin to actively suck on Skinny's cock, just like
the cunt that I have become. At the same time I begin to tighten my
pussy around Dave's cock, and I am rewarded with a moan of pleasure.

I start to wiggle my ass, I reach a hand down between my legs and
tickle his balls as he rapes his cock in and out of me. That is all it
takes. He plunges into me once more and holds me tight against him as
he moans loudly and explodes inside me. I feel his big cock throbbing
in me as he drains his seed in my cunt.

As I feel his cock exploding in my pussy I go crazy, I moan around the
cock in my mouth and I cum and cum and cum. When I can finally open my
eyes again I see Ted with his camera right in my face. I had not even
tried to hide my orgasm from him. I could not have if I had wanted to.
They all laugh as I continue to kneel between them, now totally
broken. I must be the cunt they say I am if I can have an orgasm while
being gang raped.

Before Dave has finished and can pull out of me. Skinny tenses up and
grabs my head even harder. He thrusts down my throat a few more times,
and then holds his cock with the head just inside my lips. He grabs
his cock and moves his hand up and down violently, shooting his big
hot load in my mouth, so that I can taste it all.

When he is finished he pulls out and makes me look at him. He orders
me to swallow, and I move his big load all around my mouth with my
tongue. Then I slowly swallow as I stare him in the eyes. As soon as I
have swallowed he offers me his cock to clean. I lick the last
remaining drops of his load of cum and swallow them down.

As soon as he releases me Dave steps in front of me and I must clean
him too. I can't believe I don't get sick as I take his limp cock into
my mouth and taste his cum and my juices mingling on him. But I don't
get sick. In fact, I love it! I try not to let them see it. But I know
what I feel. I feel the excitement I could only get a small taste of
when I was indulging in my fantasies as I masturbated on all those
long lonely evenings.

I want to rest now. It is late, and I have been through a lot, but I
see Bob coming for me, and I know that Ted will want something from
me.

Dave and skinny (I still haven't heard anyone call him anything) take
a seat nearby on the couch and I see them softly massage their cocks
as they watch Bob come up and shove his cock in my mouth. I am a
little scared by Bob. Ted is pretty evil, but Bob has had a glint in
his eye all night that made me nervous. I have the impression that he
would enjoy really hurting me.

It isn't long before my fears are confirmed. As I suck on Bob's cock,
which was covered in pre-cum and didn't smell all too clean, I am
suddenly startled by a sharp pain in my breast.

Bob is reaching under me, pinching my tit with all of his might! I try
to scream and pull away. But he holds me against his belly with his
cock down my throat. I look to the audience, hoping that someone will
stop him. But quite the contrary, they are urging him on! Yelling at
him to let me have it!
He takes his hand from my breast and pulls his cock from my mouth. He
orders me to lick his balls, and I do, fighting down my gag reflex
again as his sour odor engulfs my senses. Before very long I have
cleaned him enough with my tongue that I can breath again. But just as
it gets to be bearable, he turns around and bends over and orders me
to lick his ass!

This guy really needs some lessons in personal hygiene. The odor is
awful. I stick out my tongue and take a deep breath and begin licking
up and down the crack of his ass. The others are cracking up, they
find this hilarious. And of course, out of the corner of my eye, more
close-ups!

I taste something very unpleasant. I have never tasted it before, but
I know what it is. I gag again, trying desperately not to vomit. I
manage to get it under control. He notices that I am beginning to
adjust, so he orders me to stick my tongue in his ass. I manage to
pull away long enough to take another deep breath.

Before he can react, I move back quickly and stiffen my tongue. I
spread his ass cheeks and move my lips up against his ass hole. I push
my tongue in as far as I can. Then I begin to move it in and out like
a small cock. His moans indicate that he enjoys the hell out of this,
but I am starting to get light headed from holding my breath so much.

Finally he moves behind me and rubs his hard cock up and down the
crack of my ass. At first I am afraid he is going to fuck me there,
but finally he moves it down and rubs it back and forth over my sloppy
wet pussy.

He strokes back and forth a couple of times, then he places the head
of his cock against my pussy and roughly pushes it in, all in one
vicious stroke. I am starting to get pretty sore, so, even though I
have begun to get quite aroused, I am extremely happy that he does not
last long. After only a few short minutes he tenses up and shoots his
load into me. Then, like the others, he moves around to be cleaned.

As Bob finishes with me and moves away I notice that Ted is now
undressed. His big, fat, cock standing straight out and covered with
pre-cum.

He hands the camera to Bob and tells him to get some good pictures of
the action. Then he moves behind me and starts rubbing his fat cock
over the dripping lips of my cunt. Even though I am already quite
sore, I am still pretty turned on, and I have to admit I have been
curious about what it would feel like to have his fat cock in me since
I first saw it last night. (God! Was it only just last night!?)

Unlike the others, he is quite gentle as he places his cock against me
and slowly moves it into me. I try to hold back, but I find myself
moaning in pleasure as he moves his thick, thick cock into me. I feel
his finger moving around the outside of my hole, and then he is
putting it gently into my ass as he continues to fuck me. He is slow
and gentle and although I don't care to have things in my ass, I must
admit he is making me feel very good.

Suddenly, however, he stops. He pulls slowly out of both of my holes.
Then I feel him spread my ass cheeks and place his cock against my
tight hole. For the first time I beg him to stop. I promise him
anything. I plead with him to leave my ass alone.

But he ignores me. He gently starts to press against my ass hole with
this cock. I am almost in a panic. It is far too large, I know he will
hurt me. He pauses for a minute. In a gentle voice he tells me to stop
fighting. If I just try to push out, as though I were going to the
bathroom, he says it won't be so bad.

I am panting like I have just run a race, I am on the verge of panic.
But I have to try, I have to do something, I know he is going to do
it, one way or the other. So I do what he says. I control my breathing
and I push on the muscles around my ass hole. Suddenly I feel him
slide into my ass. He gets the head of his large cock into me and then
stops. Letting me adjust to it. Once I have relaxed a little he begins
slowly working it in. With each stroke of his huge cock he enters me a
little deeper. Until I feel his belly slapping against the cheeks of
my ass. Once he is all the way in, he stops again. Allowing me time to
adjust. Then the fucking begins.

But he cannot last long, I have been arousing him all night,
submitting to every nasty order he gave me, and my virgin ass is so
tight he cums very quickly. As has become the routine, he moves around
and forces my mouth over his slimy nasty cock. It is worse this time,
because of where his cock has been, but there is no fight in me. I
docilely clean his cock with my mouth. What the hell, my mouth could
not taste any worse!

They make me get up and get them another beer. I am dying for anything
to drink. Anything to wash the taste of cum and shit out of my mouth.
But I am too cowed to even ask, and nobody offers. So I sit on the
table in the middle of all these naked old men and watch them drink
their beer.

It is very late, and I am praying that the entertainment portion of
our evening is over. I hurt all over. I have cum dripping out of my
cunt, and my ass. My mouth tastes like dirty cocks. Surely they can't
want me anymore tonight!

I keep my eyes averted as I sit before them. I try not to hear the
things they are saying about me. About how well I can suck a cock, how
tight and hot and wet my pussy is, how cute my little tits are.

Finally Ted asks if any of them want anything, it is getting late and
he is going to take me home unless anyone has a better idea.

I am instantly excited. At last this evening is almost over. But of
course these dirty old men can't let it go at that. They talk for a
minute and decide that they could all use one last blowjob.

My mouth is already tired and sore, but I know I won't get any
sympathy from them. So when I am ordered to kneel between Dave's legs
and get back to work, I sigh deeply and slide off the coffee table and
kneel at his feet.

Dave grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so that I had to look at
him. He pushed his finger into my mouth and told me that he was
already fucked out. But if I do a real good job maybe he can cum again
before dawn. Everyone laughs, but that is just what I am afraid of. I
could be here all night trying to get these three old men to cum
again.

Dave moved his finger in and out of my mouth like a small cock. "This
time," he said, "you are going to throat me like Larry taught you."

At first I didn't know what he was talking about. Then I got it.
Skinny's name was Larry. And now Dave wants to put his cock in my
throat like Larry did.

I did not think I could go on. All I could do was keep reminding
myself that I just had to get through this and I could go home.

I leaned down and took Dave's cock into my mouth. I started moving up
and down on it gently moving it back farther in my mouth each time. I
started to gag and I almost panicked. There was no way I was going to
be able to take this man's cock into my throat. It was much fatter
than Larry's.

I heard a sound behind me and then I felt a terrible pain on my ass. I
tried to straighten out and see what happened but Dave held my head so
that I could not move. I managed to turn my head enough to see Larry
standing behind me with a belt in his hand.

"Stupid bitch!" he said. "What did I teach you? Swallow! Didn't you
learn anything?"

I remembered then that he had made me swallow his cock, not just shove
it down my throat. I still did not think it would work with Dave's
cock, but I had to try.

I placed his cock near the back of my throat and began swallowing.
Before I could begin moving forward, Dave pulled my head down over his
cock brutally. At first I didn't think it would go in. It reached a
certain point a short distance down my throat and seemed to catch, but
then suddenly I found myself with his entire cock in me and my lips
touching his stomach.

I was shocked! The men began to cheer me on as if I was an athlete
that just scored. The funny part is, I even felt a tinge of pride!

He released my head so that I could pull back and gulp a quick breath,
then I went down on his cock again, but this time I managed to get it
all down my throat without help. It didn't take all night, but finally
I managed to get him to cum. It did take a long time and I was in
tears of pain when he finally shot his small load in my mouth.

Bob was next, and he too wanted the deep throat experience. I hurt so
much, I would have been willing to do anything else, but I got between
his knees and took him down my throat. I guess I got numb after a
while. I think my mind kind of shut off. I managed to get him to cum,
and Larry too, though I hardly remember it.

Thank God Ted was worn out. As soon as Larry had cum down my throat
and pulled out, Ted threw me my dress and told me to put it on.

I was filthy, covered with cum, but I just wanted to go home. I didn't
even ask if I could clean up first. I slipped the dress over my head
and buttoned the three buttons I was allowed to button. I slipped my
shoes back on and stood waiting while Ted's three friends got dressed
and prepared to leave.

I hardly remember the ride home. I remember climbing into a tub as hot
as I could stand it, and soaking until the water was cold. And I
remember crying for hours as I tried to blot out the memories of that
night.

When he let me out, Ted had told me to relax for a couple of days. I
spent the next two days in a daze. I just couldn't think. If I tried,
I ended up thinking about my situation and how hopeless it was.
Better not to think at all.

CHAPTER FIVE

Ted called again two days later, Thursday evening. He told me to be
ready to go out Friday morning. I was to wear a nice conservative
"housewife type" outfit, pretty but conservative underwear, and
practical shoes. He wanted me to look as sweet and innocent as
possible. He refused to even discuss his plans. Just told me to be
ready to go at 9:00 AM.

I lay awake most of the night, dreading whatever was to happen to me
the next day. I knew that Ted was enjoying seeing just how much he
could put me through, and of course, I had no choice but to do what he
said. I just prayed that he would keep his word. My husband would be
home Saturday. Ted promised he would not bother me when my husband was
in town.

I was up early Friday morning. I couldn't eat. Just some coffee for
breakfast, then a shower and find something to wear. I decided on a
simple print dress, modest and attractive. It seemed like what Ted
might have had in mind. I chose a demure bra and panty set, a little
lace, but nothing racy.

I was ready and waiting when Ted pulled into my driveway. I met him at
the door and he stepped inside to inspect me. I turned around for him,
modeling my dress. But he couldn't let it go at that.

He ordered me to show him my underwear. Despite what he had put me
through already, I was still humiliated at having to perform for this
man like this.

But he nodded is approval and ordered me to follow him. I grabbed my
purse and followed him out to his car. He let me sit on my side of the
car this time. He didn't touch me at all, but he had to do something
to humiliate me, so he made me ride with my skirt up around my waist.
I was a little surprised, and even a little encouraged. Maybe he was
getting tired of me already!

Ted drove to a mall nearer the downtown area. Not far from the bar he
had taken me to. He parked in an empty section of the parking lot, far
away from the stores and the other cars. We just sat there waiting.
Ted had not said a word all the way down here. But now he started to
explain.

"I owe a man some money. He is starting to get a little impatient.
Trouble is, up until now I didn't have the money to pay him. Turns out
I can pay him now bitch. I talked to him yesterday. I told him all
about you. He can't wait to meet you. You spend the day with him and
he calls it even. And you better do every damned thing he says,
bitch."

I looked at him in shock. How could he! I am NOT a prostitute! I
started to say I wouldn't do it. I started to say that that was not
part of our agreement. But before I could say a word he looked at me
with his mean eyes and said, "If you open your mouth I will put my
cock in it right here in the parking lot."

I sat there with my skirt up around my waist trying not to cry. After
a few minutes Ted looked at his watch and said "What the hell. We got
here pretty early, we might as well do something to pass the time
while we wait."

He grabbed my hand and put it on the crotch of his pants. "Give it a
little hand job while you are sitting there with nothing to do."

Well, at least I don't have to put the ugly thing in my mouth this
time, I thought as
I brought my other hand over and unzipped his pants and gently pulled
his cock out. It was about half hard as I put my hand around it and
started to move it up and down.

"Yeah, that's it bitch, keep that up." He said as he settled back to
enjoy my efforts.

I had only been jerking his cock for about 5 minutes when I heard a
strange noise approaching the car. Suddenly two boys rushed by on
skateboards, one on either side of the car. The looked in as they went
by, and I saw the surprise on their faces. It would of have been
comical, if it were not so embarrassing.

The boys stopped, far enough away to be out of earshot. But it was
obvious what they were talking about, they kept looking back at our
car. I wanted to stop, in case they came back, but I knew that I
couldn't stop until Ted said I could.

The boys started skating back toward the car, much slower this time.
As they got closer I could see that they were both about 14 or 15.

They slowed even more as they approached the car. Just as they were
about to pass one on either side again, Ted waved to them!

I just sat there, my panties exposed, my hand on his cock, as he waved
the kids over to the car. They stopped, looked at each other for a
second, and then skated over to the car grinning from ear to ear.

In a moment they were leaning against the car doors, with their heads
leaned in towards the windows. They looked at my hand on Ted's cock,
but mainly they stared at my panty-covered crotch. I kept my legs
together, but I still felt pretty exposed.

"Did you guys ever see a pussy before?" he asked them.

They looked up at him, as though they could not believe what he had
just asked.

The one at my window said "No sir, except in a couple of pictures, I
ain't never seen one."

"Me neither." The other one chimed in.

I was a little surprised, I thought guys always claimed to be studs,
even at this young age.

I kept my eyes down, trying to make believe this wasn't happening. I
still moved my hand on Ted's cock, but it was almost automatic, I was
hardly moving at all. I guess he was having too much fun embarrassing
me again to notice.

"Go ahead cunt, pull your panties out of the way and let them have a
look."

I don't know if it is possible, but my face seemed to become even more
flushed with embarrassment. I reached my right hand down and grabbed
the crotch of my panties with two fingers and pulled it out of the way
so that my pussy was exposed to these young boys.

"Holy shit!" they said, almost in unison as my pussy was uncovered.

"That is one fine pussy there, gentlemen. She ain't no fresh young
teenager, but she is definitely prime pussy. You aren't apt to see a
nicer one than that in your life."

The boy in my window stuck his head all the way in and stared at my
pussy. Suddenly he looked up at me and asked if he could touch it.

Before I could even decide what I was supposed to say, Ted looked
around, saw we were still alone, and told him to step back a little.

The boy withdrew his head from my window and Ted reached over and
opened my door.

"Swing your leg out." He ordered.

I did as he ordered, moving my right leg out, spreading my legs
obscenely for the young boy's pleasure.

"Go ahead," he said to the boy, "look it over all you want.

The boy knelt at my door and his face was only a foot from my pussy as
he looked at it intently. He reached out gingerly with his index
finger and touched it gently. The look of awe on his face was almost
enough to make me laugh, but for some reason I didn't. It was as
though I was worried about hurting his feelings!

He moved his fingers all around my pussy, examining it in great
detail. As he did I saw is friend loom over his shoulder, pushing in
for a closer look.

"Hurry up," his friend urged. "I want to touch it too."

"Man! Look at this!" the boy said as he exposed my clit, which was now
quite hard. I gasped lightly as he touched it gently with his finger.
Actually, the kid had a pretty nice touch!

I gasped again as he slowly started pushing first one and then a
second finger into me.

Had he continued on for a few more minutes, I was sure I was going to
have an orgasm! But Ted stopped him. He told him that we only had a
few minutes and that he had better let his friend have a close look.

His friend almost knocked him over in his rush to take his place. He
was nowhere near as gentle as the first boy. He pushed and pinched and
pulled and prodded, as though he wanted it to be uncomfortable. "Here
is another Ted in the making." I thought to myself as he groped my
pussy, more like a typical teenager than the first young boy had been.

Finally Ted told them they would have to stop. He wanted me to finish
beating him off before his friend showed up. He told them they were
welcome to watch. And they did!

I sat there with my legs splayed wide and my pussy on display as I
resumed masturbating Ted. Just before he came he handed me a tissue
and I caught his slimy mess in it as he came. I was surprised. I had
expected him to force my mouth down onto his cock as he came. I guess
he wanted to keep me presentable for his friend.

He told the boys that it was too bad they didn't have more time. He
would love to offer them a nice fuck, but maybe some other time.

The boys groaned at how close they had come to losing their virginity,
grabbed their boards, and headed off to the mall.

I cleaned my hands off and finally I was allowed to pull my skirt back
down and sit in a more normal fashion.

We waited in silence for his friend to show up. In just a few minutes
a face appeared at Ted's window. I was startled. I had not even heard
a car drive up. I thought I was shocked before. You should have seen
my face when a large black man came into view at Ted's window!

Ted didn't even bother to introduce us. They talked about me as if I
was just property.

"So this is your poor, innocent, little housewife?" The black man
asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," Ted answered, "want to check her out first?"

"No, she looks OK to me. I'll have her back here at 6:00, almost as
good as new." They both laughed at that. I just kept sitting with my
head down, hoping for a lightning strike to save me from this.

I am not a prejudiced person, but I had never been with a black man,
and although I know some white women have that fantasy, I am not among
them. I was terrified.

The black man walked around to my door and opened it. He offered me
his hand and gently helped me from the car. As soon as the door was
closed Ted drove away. I never felt so scared in my life. I had just
been given to a large black man for the next seven and one-half hours.
I didn't even know his name! But then, I guess I should be getting
used to that by now.

He walked me back to his car, which was parked behind where Ted had
been parked. He was a perfect gentleman so far. He held the door of
his car for me and I got in, thankful to be seated again, I was so
scared my legs were shaking.

As the shock began to lessen I started taking stock. The man walking
around to the driver's door was about 6'4", maybe 250 pounds. There
did not appear to be any fat on him. I would guess he was about 35 or
so, no more than 40. He was well dressed, and from what little I could
recall of his conversation with Ted, he seemed well spoken.

He got in, started the car and drove from the parking lot. As he did
he introduced himself.

"My name is Nathan. We are going to spend the day together, as you
already know. As long as you behave yourself you won't be harmed. "

His words were comforting, and his voice was soft and quiet. I started
to calm down as he spoke.

"Ted told me a nice little story about how you met, and what he has
done with you. I want to know how much of what he told me was correct,
and I want to know a little more about you. So tell me how you came
to be in his clutches."

It was embarrassing, but I figured that by the end of the day I would
be unlikely to have any secrets from this man. Besides, I didn't know
what Ted had told him, so I had to tell him everything to make sure I
didn't get him upset at me for leaving anything out.

I told him about my fantasies of being a sex slave, being abused by a
man, and how I had explored them on the Internet. I described how I
had been a bit tipsy and had been convinced to call for a cab so that
I could perform oral sex on the driver. I told him everything that had
taken place that night. Then I related the details of my humiliation
and degradation the following day at the bar and later at Ted's
apartment.

I kept my head averted as I spoke. I was much too embarrassed to meet
his eyes.

"Tell me about you and your husband." He asked.

I didn't know what he wanted to know, so I told him how we had met,
how long we had been married, that we were in love, and that my
husband traveled a lot, and I missed him a great deal.

I don't know if that was what he wanted to hear, but he didn't ask any
more.

After a few minutes of driving in silence he pulled into the parking
garage of a very up-scale high-rise condo and we got out. I followed
him to the elevators and we got in and traveled alone and in silence
to his apartment on the top floor.

CHAPTER SIX

I waited while he unlocked the door and we went in. He offered me a
drink, but it was too early, and I just wanted to get this over with.

He sat on the couch and indicated I should sit beside him.

"I guess you have never been with a black man?" he asked. "You are
scared, aren't you?"

I nodded.

He put his arm around me and his gentle voice soothed me as he again
reassured me that he was not going to hurt me. He moved his free hand
up my arm to my shoulder and, gently down over my breast. His gentle
touch was pleasant, especially after what I had been put through the
last couple of days.

When he started kissing me I almost panicked, but his kiss was gentle
and pleasant, and his hands were continuing to make my breasts tingle
with excitement. When I felt his tongue probe my mouth, I tentatively
met it with my own. I don't know what I had been expecting, but this
was not at all unpleasant. If I were not happily married and being
forced to do this, I might even have been enthusiastic!

I was beginning to breathe more heavily as he broke the kiss and sat
up. He asked me to stand, and after I had, he asked me to take off my
dress.

I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down. I turned my eyes
as I shrugged the dress of my shoulders, but he asked me to keep
looking at him. Between embarrassment and arousal, I must have been
bright red.

I let the top of my dress fall and hooked my thumbs in the waist and
pushed it down over my hips. I stepped out of it and tossed it on a
nearby chair.

He asked me to turn around and he enjoyed the view as I displayed my
underwear for his approval. He ordered me to remove the bra, and
finally the panties.

When I was naked he patted the seat beside him and I rejoined him on
the couch. There is something a little obscene about being naked with
a man, when the man is dressed. I guess it is even more obscene when
you just met him and you have to do everything he orders you to do.

Nathan took me in his arms again, and this time I relaxed and enjoyed
it as he moved his large gentle hands over my body. I was really
enjoying myself, and hardly felt guilty at all.

After a few moments he asked me to tell him about how I lost my
virginity. I was not expecting that. It suddenly took away all the
pleasure. I had to use my brain!

I told him, with as little detail as possible, about how I had finally
given in to my boyfriend in the 10th grade. We had been at his house
after school and his parents were both at work. I didn't supply any
details.

Nathan kept after me though. He wanted to know how I felt, how much
pain there had been. Did I have an orgasm. What I felt and thought the
first time a boy touched me or saw me naked. Then he asked for more
details about my husband. He asked about our first time together, what
sex was like for us now. And as the conversation progressed, he
continued to move his wonderful hands all over my body.

The caused a strange mixture of emotions. Being touched by this
strange black man in the most intimate manner, while discussing the
most intimate details of my life with my husband was both demeaning,
and highly erotic.

I knew that was wrong, but that is what I felt. My nipples were erect
and my breasts swollen. My pussy was wet, and I was afraid that there
would be a spot on the couch when I stood up.

Finally I had satisfied his curiosity. The questions stopped and he
began kissing me passionately. My breath was labored and I was on the
verge of an orgasm just from this man's kisses!

Suddenly he stood up and took my hand. He pulled me to my feet and led
me to his bedroom. Without even being asked I helped him undress and
when he was down to his jockey shorts he picked me up and moved me
gently to the bed.

His hands and his lips were all over me again, more urgently now. And
I was no longer an unwilling participant. I moved my hands over his
broad chest and his muscular stomach, his taut thighs, and his strong
buttocks.

I felt the large bulge in his shorts, pressing against my thigh. I
could feel it throbbing, and I wanted it. I wanted to see it. I wanted
to touch it. I wanted it in me. I began moving my lips down his neck,
his chest, tasting him, kissing him, and licking him. I do not believe
I have ever been more aroused in my life!

I licked and sucked and nipped at his nipples, I licked circles around
his chest, then down over his hard, flat, stomach. I inched down and
finally saw the huge bulge in his shorts. I know I have never seen a
larger cock. I doubt that I ever will. It was truly remarkable! It
extended at an angle toward the waistband of his underwear. I was too
embarrassed to ask, but I know that it was at least twelve inches
long. At least!

I kissed it through his shorts. I noticed a small wet spot forming
where the head of his cock was. I licked it gently, tasting the faint
taste of his pre-cum. I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and
exhaled gently through his shorts, caressing him with my breath.

I placed my fingers under his waistband and began to slowly pull his
underwear off. I stared at his cock as I slid his shorts down his legs
and threw them on the floor. His cock was magnificent! The skin was so
dark it was almost purple. It was so long and thick and........God! I
don't know. Just really beautiful! Powerful! That was what it was.
Powerful, masculine.

I was near the foot of the bed now. I leaned forward and began kissing
his calves, working my way up. His thighs. Nearer and nearer to his
throbbing cock. He moved his legs apart and I neared his crotch with
my tongue. For the first time I noticed his balls. I suppose I should
not have been shocked, their huge size was appropriate. In keeping
with the magnificent member they accompanied. But I could not suppress
a small gasp of surprise when I noticed them. On his large frame, and
in company with his huge cock, they did not seem out of place. But his
testicles must each be nearly the size of a baseball!

I was moaning with lust as I began kissing his balls, licking them all
over. I could not possible take them into my mouth, not even one at a
time, but I lifted them gently with my fingers and adored every inch
of them with my tongue.

I would occasionally look up as I worshipped at his crotch and see
that he was watching me, and obviously enjoying the show. It was hard
to tell if he was more amused or aroused, but it didn't matter.

I moved up and started licking his hot, throbbing cock. I took it in
my hands and gently touched it, felt it's heat, took pleasure from his
arousal. I moved my tongue up to the head of his cock. It was now
covered in pre-cum. I licked it clean and then kept licking.

I wet my lips and pressed them tightly together. I placed my mouth
against the head of his cock and pushed. Keeping my lips tightly
together I pushed them down over his cock, so that it felt like his
cock was pushing into a hot, tight, wet, pussy. My pussy.

His cock was even fatter than Ted's, but I took as much of it as I
could into my mouth. I remembered what Larry had taught me at the
gangbang at Ted's apartment. I swallowed and made myself relax and
tried to take Nathan's cock into my throat. At first it would not go.
But I did not give up. I had to do this for him. I just had to. I
don't know why, but I was determined to have this gentle black giant
in my throat, to give him more pleasure than any other woman ever
could.

Finally, much to our mutual surprise, I felt something give, and his
cock shot down my throat! I looked up and took pride in the look on
his face, a combination of amazement and lust. I felt like I had just
won the Nobel Prize for cock sucking!

I paused for a moment with my lips tight up against his abdomen. Then
I began to slowly withdraw. I pulled back all the way to the end, and
then slowly pushed back down. It went down easier this time. It was
slightly painful, but the look of pure lust on his face made it worth
while.

He started to moan and his body tensed. It was obvious he was about to
have an orgasm, so I pulled back to the head of his magnificent cock
and began using my hands to push him over the edge. I wanted his cum
in my mouth. I wanted to taste him.

Suddenly it happened. I felt huge spurts of his hot cum shooting into
my mouth. I couldn't possibly keep up. I swallowed and swallowed, but
still his juice kept pouring out around the head of his cock and
dripping down his cock and onto his belly.

I had expected a larger than average amount, based on the size of his
beautiful equipment, but I was still not prepared for the volume of
liquid shooting out of the hole in the end of his cock.

At last the torrent ended. He pulled my mouth away from the head of
his cock. I looked at the large gobs of white cum dripping off of his
still hard staff and laying in large puddles on his stomach and
without hesitation I began to lap them up eagerly.

At last I had removed every trace, and I returned to the head of his
cock to suck out any lingering drops of his nectar.

His cock was softening now, and he reached down and pulled me up
beside him. He pulled me to him gently and told me I was the most
magnificent cocksucker he had ever met. I almost laughed. Less than a
week ago I would have been extremely insulted. Not now, now I was
pleased, proud even!

He held me in my arms, and much to my surprise, he kissed me. Gently
at first, then passionately. Never, in my entire, although admittedly
limited, sexual experience, had a man ever kissed me after I had
sucked his cock! I was so surprised that tears came to my eyes!

I put my arms around him and held him tight, and kissed him
voraciously. This man was definitely something special. He turned me
over on to my back and began kissing me all over. My lips, my nose, my
cheeks, my eyes, everywhere. Soon, he was working his way down,
covering my swollen, sensitive breasts, my stomach, and finally, my
hot, wet, pussy.

As soon as his lips touched my pussy I had a tremendous orgasm. I came
and came as he moved his tongue over my swollen pussy. I am not a loud
person when I have sex, not normally. But I was moaning and screaming
and going crazy, pushing my hips up to meet his face, moving my hips
in a totally out of control dance of lust.

Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he stopped. He moved
quickly up over me, covering me with his massive body. He took my
hands and pulled them up over my head. I was totally helpless as he
placed his large cock against my wet, anxious slit, and began to
slowly, gently, push it into me. I lifted my head and looked down. I
had to see it! I watched as inch after inch of that beautiful black
cock disappeared into my belly. Before it was all the way in I was
cumming again!

He paused, once he had completely buried his massive cock in my
straining pussy, and just looked into my face. I was thankful for the
pause, as I slowly began to adjust to his cock, but I could not lay
still. I was moaning and babbling incoherently as I twisted under him.

He started fucking me then. Slow at first, until he saw that I could
take him, and then violently, raping me. Making me love it! I tried to
pull my hands loose, to hold him, to squeeze him, to rake my nails
down his back. But I could not, and my helplessness only made it more
intense. I began having orgasm after orgasm, screaming and thrashing.
Totally out of control. At one point I stretched my head up and began
licking the sweat off of his chest, I was an animal, totally out of
control.

Then I felt him tense up and I felt his cock, throbbing violently in
my pussy. I knew he was filling me with his cum and I came again, one
last violent orgasm.

He stayed over me for a few moments, kissing me tenderly. I felt his
cock getting soft in my pussy, and I almost wept at the loss. I
couldn't take any more, I needed a rest, but I didn't want it to end!

Finally he rolled off of me and lay beside me. He took me in his arms
and I lay on my side next to him, with my hand on his now limp cock.
Two things suddenly occurred to me. He had eaten my pussy, something
not one of the other four animals I had been serving had offered to
do, and he had not pulled my head down to his spent cock. And the
funny thing was, I wanted to do it for him!

So I did. I moved my head down and took his limp, wet, cock into my
mouth. Even totally relaxed, it was still larger than any other cock I
had ever seen! I sucked him until his cock was clean, and then moved
back up and lay in his arms to regain my breath.

He asked me where I learned to deep throat, and I told him about the
lessons I had received from Ted's friends. He was surprised at how
little experience I had. He said that no woman had ever been able to
do that for him, and I was surprised at the pride I felt.

After we had rested he got up and took me to the bathroom. He handed
me a prepackaged douche and even allowed me the privacy to use it! I
went to the bathroom first and then followed the directions on the
bottle. When I was finished, I went back into the bedroom and he took
me by the hand and led me back into the bathroom. We took a nice hot
shower together, soaping each other, touching, kissing. I could easily
get used to this kind of abuse!

We dried off and went back into the bedroom and dressed. We sat in the
living room and this time when he offered I had a drink with him.

We talked for a little while longer, always about me, he seemed to
want to know all about me, how much sex I had had and with whom. And
much to my surprise, I told him. I told him everything he wanted to
know! I wasn't ashamed. I had been with more men this week, than I had
been with in the entire preceding 23 years. I was not promiscuous, and
it was not my fault if I was being made to submit to all these strange
men. Well, it kind of was. But I was not doing it of my own volition.

As we talked I noticed that Nathan kept looking at his watch. I
finally noticed the time myself and was surprised that almost two
hours had passed. It seemed like I had just gotten there.

When the clock struck noon, Nathan got to his feet and reached for my
hand. He said we were going out for a little while. I was a little
disappointed, I wanted to stay and play some more, we had six hours
left. I wondered where he was taking me, but I wasn't scared, he was
such a kind and considerate man, I felt safe with him.

We headed for the door and on the way out he grabbed a large,
professional looking video camera. I have to admit that this made me
nervous. But he didn't say anything and we went out. He locked the
door and we headed for the elevators.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Just before we reached the elevators he stopped and said that he had
forgotten his camera pack. He handed me his keys and asked me to go
and get it, he would get the elevator.

I turned back to his door and as I did I saw four black men
approaching from the other direction. They looked like real hoodlums,
I had to wonder what they were doing in this building, but I didn't
feel threatened with Nathan waiting nearby.

We reached the door at about the same time and as I fumbled with the
key they stopped and started making rude remarks.

"Hey baby, you look like you need some help getting that thing in the
hole," commented one. The others laughed crudely and I started to turn
my head to look for Nathan.

Before I could turn my head the one closest to me grabbed my chin and
said, "You look at me when I am talking to you, cunt!"

To my horror, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nathan, with
the camera on his shoulder filming these thugs as they gathered around
me threateningly. I cannot explain how this made me feel. In such a
short time I had grown to trust Nathan and enjoy him. He had almost
erased the self-loathing I had managed to build up over the last few
days. He had made sex wonderful!

It was obvious, however, that this was all a set-up. He had waited
until noon, watching his clock for the proper moment. He had taken his
camera, and now he was going to film me getting raped by four black
punks.

I don't understand the conflicting emotions that ran through me then.
But I decided that if he wanted a rape film, I was going to give him
one! I didn't try to look at Nathan again. I pulled away from the punk
holding my face and told them that they didn't belong here and they
had better leave or I would scream.

One of them had worked around behind me and as soon as I said that he
grabbed my waist and put his hand over my mouth. I was kicking and
moaning and trying to get loose as one of them grabbed the key from my
hand and opened the door to Nathan's condo.

They rushed in and gathered around me in a circle. They started
pushing me back and forth between them, grabbing my breasts, my ass,
lifting my skirt, whistling, making crude comments. I pretended to
fight them off, but it didn't really matter now. I felt so betrayed. I
know that makes no sense, but that is what I felt.

They began ripping at my clothing, tearing my dress, shredding it,
pulling it off of me a piece at a time. I was crying softly, not
fighting anymore. They stopped shoving me and just stood around me
now. Their hands, boldly exploring every part of me.

My dress was in tatters at my feet and now I felt hands tearing at my
bra. There were more crude comments as my breasts were revealed, and
then my panties were ripped from me violently. I would have fallen had
one of them not caught me.

Now the hands again, squeezing my flesh, probing my orifices. And the
constant barrage of crude comments. I felt so totally degraded, even
worse than the other night with Ted and his beer buddies.

But then the strangest thing happened. Despite everything, I was
becoming aroused. I was back in my fantasy again, being used and
abused and degraded. I was getting turned on. I was thankful that they
were so rough they could not notice. That would be too humiliating.

I finally got a break as the men stepped back and started undressing.
It was obvious that at least one consideration in selecting these men
had been the size of their cocks. They were all extremely large. Not
as large as Nathan, but well above average.

Once they had undressed they moved closer to me again. I felt them
pressing against me, their cocks rubbing me, their hands probing.

Then I was forced to my knees. Everywhere I looked there was a large,
angry black cock pointing at me. The circle widened slightly and I saw
Nathan moving in for some close-ups as my face was pulled to one cock
after another. Time seemed to stand still as first one cock then
another was forced into my mouth. It went on and on. And then, finally
one of them began to cum in my mouth. He pulled out until just the
very tip of his cock was in my mouth and made me open my mouth. He
moved his hand up and down his throbbing cock and I saw Nathan move in
for a close up as his cum shot into my mouth.

As soon as he was finished I swallowed his load of cum and before I
knew it, it was happening all over again. All four of them came the
same way, with the camera catching all of that cum shooting into my
mouth.

I looked around and was shocked to see that not one of them had gone
soft, they were still hard and ready for more. It began then for real.
And it went on for over two hours. I was raped in every hole, in every
combination and every position I had ever heard of, and many I had not
heard of.

Several times I had three cocks in me at one time, and usually the
fourth was rubbing against me somewhere as well. I was having orgasm
after orgasm, but I was being so mistreated, so roughly handled, that
I am sure they did not even notice. I was thankful for that.

Finally it was over. I was nearly unconscious. I didn't even notice
them dressing or leaving. Just all of a sudden Nathan was picking me
up and carrying me to the bathroom.

He handed me another douche and left the room.

I sat on the toilet and just cried softly for a long time. I was being
torn by my desires, my fantasies, and the certain knowledge that what
I was doing was so wrong, a complete betrayal of my dear, sweet
husband.

I went to the bathroom and used the douche and stepped back into the
shower.

I didn't hear Nathan come back in. I was preoccupied wondering what I
was going to wear home. My clothing was in shreds. But suddenly he was
there, holding me, gently moving his hands over me.

His gentle, soothing voice telling me that it was ok. And for the
moment, it was. I relaxed in his arms and let his soothing voice wash
over me. Enjoyed the healing touch of his wonderful hands.

I was sore all over, it was difficult to move. My pussy, my ass, my
jaw, everything hurt. My breasts and my buttocks were bruised. But I
was OK now, because Nathan said so.

He turned off the water and dried me and then carried me back to the
bed.

He laid me out on my back and stretched out beside me. He kissed me
gently and moved his hands lightly over my body, soothing my soreness
away with his caress.

He must have known I was too sore to do anything. He didn't even try.
He just let me rest and we talked some more while he caressed me.
Still about me of course.

I had to ask about the film though. He told me about his deal with
Ted. He made specialty movies, for a special audience. Mostly rape
movies, or B&D and S&M. The real thing, not the kind you buy in video
stores. He has a small, select client list that pay a premium price
for good quality movies, such as an attractive young white housewife
being raped by four black hoods. For real!

So now I am a movie star! I took comfort in the knowledge that at
least nobody I knew would be on his client list. I was sure that no
one I knew would ever see the film.

Most of the time, though, we talked about me. His curiosity about the
most intimate details of my life seemed a little on the weird side,
but I enjoyed talking to him, and I wanted him to know that I was
really a normal person, not a slut or a whore. I wanted him to like
me!

He got up a couple of times over the next couple of hours and brought
snacks and drinks back to the bed. I was surprised at what a wonderful
time I was having. I wanted him again, and I kept apologizing for
being too sore to make love to him. We both saw the irony in that, but
I couldn't help it. I felt that way!

When it was almost time to leave, I suddenly remembered I had nothing
to wear. I asked Nathan what I was going to do, and he just laughed.
He went to the closet and came back with a beautiful, tasteful, and
very expensive, dress. And it was just my size!

He must have gotten my size from Ted, and he knew in advance that my
clothing would be destroyed.

I put the dress on and brushed my hair. I touched up my make-up and
found my shoes. I finally found my purse and at last I was ready to
go. But before he took me out to the car he handed me a piece of
paper.

"I won't bother you," he said, "but I would love to see you again. I
think you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. I know you are having a
tough time with Ted, and there is nothing I can do about that. But, if
you want to see me again, just call. Anytime.
I was watching you pretty closely, and I don't guess those four thugs
noticed or cared, but I saw how many orgasms you had. I want to have
you again. And I think you will call. And if you ever get in the mood,
I would love to film another movie. You will never get and Oscar, but
I have no doubt that that was the sexiest movie ever made. My clients
will be begging for a sequel.

I didn't say anything, but as I slid his number into my purse,
I knew I was going to be back here. I did want to see him again. And
as much as I hated to admit it, I knew I would make another movie for
him. At least I told myself it was for him.

We left then. He took me to the parking lot, and Ted was smart
enough to see that I was totally used up for that day. He took me
straight home. He made me tell him everything that had happened on the
way, but at least he kept his hands to himself and his zipper closed.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next day I picked my husband up at the airport. We had
something to eat on the way home and then we went straight to bed.

I was worried that he would notice something, but my bruises
were almost gone, and he was so horny from being away so long, that he
wasn't noticing much of anything. And the room was dimly lit. So I
eventually relaxed and enjoyed myself as much as I could, my poor
abused body was still sore.

But it felt good to be with him again. It made me feel clean
again. Normal. I felt bad about what I had been doing while he was
away, and what I knew I would be doing when he left again. But I had
to keep suppressing that thought if I was ever going to be able to
live with myself or with my husband. At least until I found a way out
of the mess I had gotten myself into.

I tried not to think about what had happened to me while my
husband was away. I wanted the next three weeks to be as normal and as
wonderful as possible. But I could not keep it out of my mind. I kept
remembering what I had done, and what had been done to me. But that
wasn't the worst part. Whenever I caught myself thinking about it, I
noticed I was aroused. I didn't want to be. I knew I should be
disgusted, traumatized. I could honestly say that I dreaded the next
trip my husband would take, and what I would be put through after he
left. I did not look forward to my next session with Ted, but the idea
of it turned me on. Even after all that I had been through last week,
I still had those same fantasies that had gotten me into this to start
with!

The weeks flew by and before I knew it I was helping my
husband pack for his next trip. I drove him to the airport in the
morning and then went straight home. I sat by the phone for a long
time. I knew I had to call Ted. My orders were to call him as soon as
my husband was gone and I was alone. He said he would know if I did
not. I believed him.

I finally got up the nerve and called him. He didn't waste any
time with small talk. As soon as he answered and heard my voice he
said, "It's about time cunt. I been saving it up for you. Get your ass
over here, now."

I wasn't all that sure I could find his apartment, but I felt
nervous about my neighbors seeing him here, so I thought it was the
better option.

As it turned out, I had no trouble finding the way. I drove
right to it. I parked and went to his door and knocked. He answered
the door, wearing only a robe, and pulled me in roughly. He slammed
the door and sat on the couch.

He ordered me to strip. I was still wearing the shorts and
blouse I wore to take my husband to the airport. I unbuttoned my
blouse and as I slid it down my arms and tossed it on the chair I
watched Ted open his robe and begin to slowly massage his quickly
growing cock. I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. Then I
reached between my breasts and unbuttoned my bra. I tossed it on the
chair and slid my panties off.

He motioned me over to sit beside him on the couch. As soon as
I did he was all over me. He pulled me to him and kissed me
passionately. His large rough hands were all over me. Squeezing and
pinching and groping my breasts and my thighs and my pussy.

After a few minutes he began forcing my head down. I knew what
he wanted, of course. I put my hand around his hard, throbbing cock
and leaned forward to lick it all over.

I took him into my mouth and started sucking. I guess he had
been saving it up for me! In no time at all he was shooting a huge
load of hot cum into my mouth. I was getting much better at this, and
I swallowed it all without much difficulty. I held his cock in my
mouth until it was soft and I had gotten every last drop of his cum.
Then he pushed me away and stood up.

He went into his bedroom and returned about ten minutes later,
dressed. I was still naked. He had not told me to dress. He tossed me
something and told me to put it on. It was a mini-dress. I could see
that it was new, it still had the tags on it from the store. He must
have gotten it just for me. I saw why when I put it on. It was one
size too small, and even if it had been the right size it would have
been too small! It was semi-transparent and my breasts were plainly
visible. My nipples stuck out like little thumbs.

I begged Ted to at least let me wear my panties. There was no
way I could go out like this and not get arrested! I looked at myself
in the mirror and without even moving my crotch was just visible below
the hemline! He let me put the panties on. It wasn't much, but I felt
a little better.

I followed him outside and he made me walk ahead of him and we
started walking to the bar we had gone to the first night he took me
out.

It was only a few blocks to the bar. But it seemed to take
forever. I tried not to notice the looks of the people I passed on the
street. The surprised but lustful looks of the men, the shocked,
disapproving looks of the women. And all of the looks said the same
thing. "SLUT!"

The only things to be grateful for were the lack of wind and
the fact that there were very few people on the street.

We finally arrived at the bar and I was relieved to see that
at this early hour the only one here was the bartender.

He looked up as we came in and it was obvious that he
recognized me. He smiled and then smiled even wider when he realized I
was almost naked.

Ted pushed me over to the bar and we took a seat.

"Do you remember the last time I brought my bitch in here?"
Ted asked.

"Are you kidding? Prettiest tits and pussy I ever saw! If I
close my eyes I can still see her sitting there with here tits hanging
out." The bartender responded.

"Well, she has had a little more training, and I thought I
would bring her in for that 'tip' I promised you."

"No shit!!!" the bartender exclaimed, a look of disbelief I
his eyes.

I was not surprised. I figured Ted would find someway to
humiliate me. I didn't even attempt to resist as Ted reached over and
unzipped the back of my tiny dress. He pulled the top down and I sat
in there in that public bar topless, praying no one would come in to
add to my humiliation.

"She is all yours, buddy. Help yourself." Ted generously
offered.

"Anything I want?" the bartender asked, still not sure this
wasn't a big joke.

"Anything you want." Ted replied.

The bartender reached over the bar and put one of his large
meaty hands on my breast. He was gentle at first, but then he started
squeezing and pulling on my nipples, taking great pleasure from seeing
them getting larger and stiffer as he abused them.

He ordered me to stand up and walk around the bar to where he
was standing.

As soon as I was within his reach he grabbed me and pulled me
against him and started kissing me brutally. His large tongue probed
my mouth. His hands moved down my back and over my ass. When I didn't
resist he pulled up the back of my dress and moved his hands all over
my panties. His finally pulled his mouth away from mine and started
licking his way down to my naked breasts. One of his hands moved
around to my crotch and started roughly rubbing over my pussy.

I looked over at Ted and saw how amused he was at my
predicament. He truly enjoyed seeing me abused by strange men. I think
that if he had to choose between doing it himself, or watching me
suffer while someone else abused me, he would have a hard time
choosing.

The bartender pulled my dress the rest of the way down and
when I stepped out of it he threw it on the bar. He stood up and
ordered me to take my panties off.

After a quick glance at the door I hooked my thumbs in the
waistband of my panties and slid them down and off. As I did this, the
bartender was unzipping his pants and pulling out his large cock.

The bartender looked at me, standing there in the nude, for a
few moments. Then he pushed me to my knees and pushed his cock into my
face, rubbing it all around, leaving a trail of slime all over my
face.

When that no longer amused him he ordered me to open my mouth
and he roughly shoved his cock, which was now quite hard, into my
mouth. He was roughly fucking my face, choking me, gagging me.

Tears were streaming down my face as he assaulted my mouth.
Suddenly he stopped and I realized someone had come into the bar. I
thought that he would stop and I could hide down behind the bar, out
of sight.

Unfortunately the newcomer was a friend of the bartender and
he spoke to his friend as he came up to the bar, never taking his cock
from my mouth.

"I'll be damned!" the newcomer exclaimed. "Hey, I bet I know
who she is. I heard about the bitch you had in here a couple of weeks
ago. You had her in a booth in the back with all her shit hanging out.
I heard she went out of here with four guys. Is that her?"

"That's her." Ted answered for the bartender. "She belongs to
me. I can do anything I want with her."

"No way!" the customer said in obvious disbelief.

"Check it out. I just gave her to the bartender for a tip. She
is kneeling back there naked and sucking on his cock. What do you
think?"

Ted told them a little bit of how I came to be there. Once
they learned that I was a more or less innocent housewife being
blackmailed into this, I had hoped that I would get a little sympathy.
Was I ever wrong! They thought that was the hottest thing they ever
heard.

The bartender told Ted he was going to take me into the back
room and fuck the shit out of me. Ted said he would watch the bar.

The bartender pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to
my feet. He pushed me towards a door in the corner and we entered a
storeroom. There was no bed or anywhere to lie down. He just pushed me
over a stack of beer cases and I heard him take his pants down.

He stepped up behind me and he rubbed his hands all over my
ass. He squeezed my cheeks and spread them, looking at me as I lay
spread out before him. He stepped up closer and pushed his cock
between my thighs, rubbing it back and forth against my pussy. Then,
in one long slow stroke, he shoved it all the way in.

I was soaking wet, and he entered with no trouble at all.

"I'll be damned! You little cunt, you are soaking wet! You
like this shit don't you?"

I just groaned. It was too humiliating to have to answer. And
how could I explain? How could I make him understand that I didn't
want to do this? I had no choice. I couldn't help it if being treated
like this aroused me. But it didn't matter. I didn't care what he
thought anyway. I nodded and he laughed at me, adding to my
humiliation.

He leaned forward and reached around me and grabbed my tits,
squeezing roughly as his cock roughly ravaged my pussy. I tried not
to, but I felt myself nearing orgasm as he overpowered me. I began to
moan quietly and he could tell I was getting close. My pussy was
squeezing his cock tightly. I was almost panting I was breathing so
hard. Finally I let it happen and I started to cum. He felt me tense
up and start to thrash around on top of the cases of beer he had
spread me out on and I guess that pushed him over the edge. He started
blasting his cum into my pussy.

When he was done he collapsed on me for a moment. He was so
big, so heavy I could hardly breathe. After a few moments he stood up
and pulled me to my feet. He turned me to face him and pushed me to my
knees. I didn't even have to be told by now. I knew what my job was. I
took his soft, sticky cock in my hand and placed my mouth over it. I
quickly sucked it clean, then licked his balls to clean them as well.

When he was satisfied he ordered me to pull his pants up. I
reached down to the tangle of clothing around his ankles and pulled
his shorts up into place. Then I pulled his pants up and buttoned
them, zipped them, and buckled his belt.

He reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.
He pulled me to the door and didn't even look to see who was in the
bar as he shoved me through the door.

Fortunately, I guess, there were only the same two men in the
bar that were in there when I was taken into the back. I stood behind
the bar with cum dripping down my legs, waiting to be told that I
could dress. I felt the eyes of all three men on my body as I stood
there, keeping an eye on the door. I seemed to be the only one worried
that someone might come in and be upset to find a naked woman in the
bar.

I was shocked when it occurred to me that I was less concerned
with the idea that someone would see me naked than the idea that
someone would be upset by it! My God! How low was I sinking?

I finally began to hear what was being said around me.
Apparently, while I had been in the back with the bartender, Ted had
been making plans with the bartender's friend. It seems that in the
brief time we had been in the storeroom, Ted and the newcomer, whose
name I learned was Mark, had become friends. They had apparently made
plans for my afternoon.

I asked Ted if I could go to the bathroom and get cleaned up,
and to my surprise, he said yes. I reached for my panties and my dress
but he stopped me. He apparently wanted me clean but naked.

I sighed with resignation and hurried to the restroom. It felt
so strange to be walking around naked in a public place, to the
amusement of the men in the room. But it was a relief to be able to
clean the mess from my pussy and my thighs. I took my time, not
anxious to return to stand naked in a bar for the amusement of strange
men. But I could not put it off forever.

I opened the door of the restroom and looked out, thankful to
see that no one had entered the bar since I came in to clean up. I
walked out and stood beside Ted, waiting to see what would happen to
me next.

I was relieved when Ted handed me my dress and told me to put
it on. As the men watched I slid the dress over my head and zipped up
the back. It was funny, thinking back to how uncomfortable I was when
I first put it on, when I realized now much better I felt putting it
on now. My panties still sat on the bar, but before I could reach for
them Ted handed them to the bartender and said, "Why don't you hang
these up over the bar? Right there by your first dollar."

Everyone thought that was a pretty amusing idea. Everyone but
me, that is. The bartender got some thumbtacks from a drawer and
spread my panties out on the wall and tacked them up. While he was
mounting his trophy panties, Ted pulled me around so that
I was standing between him and Mark, facing Mark.

I felt Ted's hands, moving over my ass in an absent-minded
sort of way. As if he were just doing it to keep his hands occupied.

Marc looked me over for a minute. "You are a pretty little
thing." He said. "Ted says you like lots of fucking and sucking, is
that right?" As he spoke his hand came up and gently caressed my
breast. "Are you a horny little housewife?"

I avoided looking at him, but I nodded. This time, however, I
wasn't just saying what they wanted to hear. I was beginning to
realize that I was turning into what they wanted me to be. I had just
been forced to have sex with the bartender. And I had had a great
orgasm!

Now I was standing between two men who had their hands all
over me, and I was getting excited again. I didn't want them know
that, but Mark knew. His hand moved down between my legs and I felt
his finger move up and down across my slit, and then gently into me.
He knew I was enjoying this. He understood. I could tell by the look
in his eyes.

Mark put his wet finger in my mouth and as I sucked it clean
he said, "We have something new planned for you darling. Another new
experience for you. I guess you are having a lot of those lately,
according to Ted."

I didn't dare ask what they had planned. I knew that whatever
it was it would be unpleasant.

Ted and Mark got up from their bar stools and, with me between
the we walked out. Ted had left his car at his apartment so we got
into Mark's car and drove away with me between them in the front seat.

CHAPTER 9

As we drove Mark continued to play with my breasts. I had noticed
something kind of amusing about the way these men treated me in these
situations. I really wasn't a person to them. I was merely a host for
various female body parts. My job was to keep my breasts and my vagina
warm and handy for them. As Mark played with my breasts he totally
ignored me. He talked with Ted. They carried on a perfectly normal
conversation as if I was not even there. But during the entire trip,
which was, thankfully, quite short, Mark had his hand inside the top
of my dress. His hands pulled and squeezed and pinched my breasts, not
to turn me on, or to turn him on, but just because he liked doing it.

Ted pulled into a parking lot in back of a seedy looking building. I
had been looking down, as usual, so I didn't even notice what was in
the building. Was I in for a shock!

I noticed that the parking lot was pretty full. I hoped we weren't
going to the same place all these people were. I much preferred my
humiliation to be private.

They didn't say anything, but they seemed anxious to begin as they
hurried me through a plain, unmarked door in the back of the building.
The only thing that indicated it was an entrance to anything was a
sign saying something about not entering if "you are offended by
nudity or sex." I didn't like the sound of that.

We stepped into a large room full of row after row of magazines with
pictures of naked women in some of the most outrageous poses and
predicaments I had ever seen. I was relieved to see that there were
only a couple of other people in the room. I guess the people parked
out back were in some other business nearby.

For a few minutes we walked around looking at the magazines. Ted and
Mark took great pleasure in pointing out some of the most outrageous
ones and suggesting that they would love to see me in this or that
situation. Being tied up, whipped, having sex with large groups of
men, sex with other women, all kinds of things. I didn't say anything,
but I found a few of the pictures quite stimulating.

As we perused the stacks of porno I felt the eyes of the old man
behind the counter and the other customer following us around the
room. They were probably wondering what a woman was doing in this
place. But then, I was too.

After we had made a complete tour of the magazines and movies
we spent a few minutes looking at the sexual devices available. I was
shocked! I had never imagined some of this stuff existed! Some of it
looked like fun, but some of it looked dangerous! Most of it was just
plain stupid. Inflatable women that made you want to laugh just
looking at them. That sort of thing. Some of the things that were
designed for a woman to stick in her body were beyond belief. But they
soon tired of joking about all the things they could do to me with
this stuff and I found myself being pulled over to the counter.

Ted handed the old man behind the counter a $10 bill and
without ever taking his eyes from me the old man counted out a handful
of tokens and handed them to Ted.

We headed towards a door in the back of the room and as we
approached it a buzzer sounded. Ted pulled the door open and we
entered a long, dark hallway. At first I couldn't see a thing. But
then my eyes started to adjust and suddenly I realized where the
people who owned all the cars in the parking lot were. There were men
everywhere back here! Standing against the walls, alone and in pairs
talking quietly. Going in and out of the doors spaced every few feet
along both sides of the hallway. I had no idea what this was all
about, but I was beginning to feel more than a little scared.

Ted pulled me along behind him as he walked slowly down the
hall. It was obvious from the looks I was getting that it was not very
common for a woman to enter this hallway. I glanced into a couple of
the open doors as we passed. The rooms were very small, perhaps ten
feet by ten feet. Only the light from small television screens
illuminated them. The first screen I saw was blank, but as they
continued to pull be down the narrow hallway I noticed that when there
was something on the screen it was a pornographic movie!

I suddenly became aware of the sounds. A cacophony of loud
music, but not loud enough to drowned out the exaggerated sounds of
people having sex. Mostly women moaning and groaning loudly. I had no
idea what this place was. I had never heard of anything like this!

As we neared the end of the hallway, Ted glanced into one of
the booths and then pulled me in after him. Mark followed and shut the
door. Ted started putting tokens into a slot and the screen on the
little television came alive with a close-up picture of a large cock
sliding in and out of a large, wet vagina.

I had never seen anything like it! I stared for a moment,
forgetting my surroundings briefly as I saw for the first time what it
looked like close up as a couple had sex. As I watched, Mark came up
behind me and began to remove my dress. He pulled it over my head and
hung it from a nail in the wall. Then he stood behind me and rubbed
his bulging crotch against my ass as he moved his hands over me.

I still didn't know why we were here though. We could have
gone to Ted's house to have sex. Or even stayed at the bar! Did they
come here just so they could watch a dirty movie while they fucked me?

Ted watched Mark mauling my breasts for a few moments. But as
he watched, I noticed that he kept glancing at the wall beside us. I
followed his eyes and was shocked to see a large round hole cut in the
wall. And through the hole I could see an eye shining in the dim
light. Someone was watching us!

Ted smirked as he saw the reaction on my face. I still didn't
know what was going on here, but if it amused Ted, I knew I wouldn't
like it.

Mark edged me a little closer to the hole and when my pussy
was less than a foot from the hole a hand slowly reached in. When
there was no objection, the hand clamped down on my pussy and was all
over it. The hand squeezed and pinched and then I felt first one and
then two fingers enter me. For some reason, the idea of being molested
by a disembodied hand was strangely appealing!

Mark continued to roughly amuse himself with my breasts as
"the hand" manipulated my genitals. I was becoming very aroused!

Ted said something to Mark, I was too engrossed in what was
happening to me to hear it. But suddenly Mark stepped back and turned
me around. The fingers slipped out of my pussy, but immediately began
to caress my ass. Then to slide between my legs and back into my
pussy, then back out, and back to my ass. "The hand" then pushed the
finger he had just moistened in my pussy into my ass.

After a few moments Mark turned me around again and pushed me
to my knees. "The hand" immediately attached itself to my breasts.
First one, then the other. Squeezing, pulling, pinching. It was so
strange to have some man I could not see doing this!

After a few minutes Mark pulled me back a bit and told me to
stick the tip of my finger into the hole. I did not understand, but I
was long past the point of arguing or questioning. I just do as I am
told.

I tentatively edged the tip of my index finger into the hole
and waited to see what would happen. Suddenly, in the dim light, I
could see the head of a cock begin to poke through the hole! I almost
laughed! Until I realized what came next.

"Touch it." Mark whispered. I moved my index finger up to the
soft head of the anonymous cock and moved it gently around, spreading
the large amount of lubricant seeping out. After a moment more of the
cock came through the hole until I could see the man's pubic hair
pressed against the other side. His entire cock was sticking through
the hole!

I moved my hands over it and then Mark pushed against the back
of my head and without saying a word I leaned forward and took this
large, anonymous cock into my mouth. As I sucked, Mark moved around
behind me and adjusted my position so that he could take me from
behind.

I could never explain it, but there was something terribly
erotic about this. Sucking on a cock that some man stuck through a
hole in a wall while another man I had just met fucked me from behind.
This really turned me on!

With all the time Mark had spent playing with my body over the
last hour, I guess he was pretty aroused, because he came almost
instantly. I felt him stiffen and then just hold his softening cock in
me until it just slipped out.

I continued sucking on the cock in my mouth, but I really
missed the cock in my pussy. I kind of hoped that Ted would get turned
on enough to get hard again and take another turn.

After a minute my wish came true as I felt a cock push into me
from behind again. Or at least I thought my wish had come true. I
suddenly glance to my side and noticed that I could see both Ted and
Mark watching me! They had let someone in through the door! Another
stranger was pushing his cock into me from the rear!

I didn't resist. It would not have mattered. I just kept
sucking. Finally the man I was sucking came in my mouth and I kept
sucking and swallowing until he pulled his cock back through the hole
in the wall.

I didn't move though, I just waited for the man fucking me to
finish. Now that my head was free I looked back to see who was fucking
me. There was nothing special about him, just an average, middle aged
man lucky enough to get a piece of young pussy.

As I turned back to face the wall I noticed that the door to
our room was open and there were at least a half a dozen men watching
me. Before the enormity of this could sink in, I was distracted by the
touch of another hand on my breast. Another hand sticking through the
hole groping me. I looked down to see a large black hand moving over
my breast. I could feel the calluses on his rough hands scraping over
my soft breasts. But it didn't last long.

His hand was quickly withdrawn and immediately replaced by his
half-hard uncircumcised cock. Strange as it seems, with all the cocks
I had been exposed to since I came under Ted's control, I had never
seen an uncircumcised cock.

I looked at it for a moment in curiosity. Then I reached up
and moved my fingers over it, moving the foreskin back and forth,
watching his cock jump and grow as I explored it. After my last outing
with Ted, I was no stranger to black cock, but for some reason I
thought it was exciting that I was going to suck a black cock with as
many as a dozen white men watching. As soon as that realization struck
me, another followed immediately on it's heels. I was shocked at how
much I had changed! A month ago I could not even imagine doing what I
was doing here. Now, I was getting excited! I was no longer being
forced, or coerced. I wouldn't want them to know it, but I wanted
this. I was enjoying this!

I leaned forward and licked the head of the big black cock
sticking through the wall. I noticed that when it was hard you could
not tell the difference between circumcised and uncircumcised. The
foreskin had disappeared! How about that, a cock that does tricks!

I placed my lips over his cock and started sucking. As I moved
my lips down over his cock I felt the man behind me grab my hips and
suddenly start moving in and out like a jackhammer. As soon as he came
he immediately replaced by another strange cock.

I completely lost track of how many men I sucked and fucked
that afternoon. It was dark when we left. And I was incredibly sore.
But I noticed that I was becoming more able to take this kind of
abuse. I must have had the cum of at least two dozen men in my pussy
and my stomach. My jaws were sore, and my pussy was sore, but no more
so than that first night with Ted and his friends. I am not sure how I
felt about that.

Anyway, they finally decided I had had enough and cut the line
off. They led me to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, in the
nude of course. I was given time to wipe off as much of the cum as I
could in that nasty men's room. Then I went back out into the hallway
and they gave me my dress to put back on in front of all of those men.

As we walked back up the hallway to the door hands were all
over me, grabbing my breasts, reaching under my skirt, which didn't
cover anything anyway, and pinching my ass and rubbing my pussy. I
just ignored them.

Finally we were outside in the cool night air. I suddenly felt able to
relax for the first time in hours. I took a deep breath and enjoyed
the absence of sound from the dozens of dirty movies playing
simultaneously. As we walked to the car I glanced back in wonder. What
the hell kind of place is this!? I wanted to ask out loud, but Ted and
Mark were busy reliving their eventful afternoon. Or should I say my
eventful afternoon.

We got in the car and returned to Ted's apartment. I was afraid they
would want more sex, I was so sore already I didn't think I could do
it. But they seemed to realize that and just had me strip and serve
them dinner and drinks while they talked. From what little I could
catch of their conversation, I could tell they were thinking up
another little adventure for their amusement and my further
debasement.

After dinner, they continued to talk while Ted had me clean up, first
the dishes and the kitchen, but then the entire apartment! I know he
did it more out of a desire to watch me in the nude than to have a
clean apartment. It was apparent that he was no neat freak. But that
didn't matter. I just do what I am told. I moved all around cleaning
and dusting, feeling their eyes on my body as I worked.

Every time I would get close enough to hear what they were saying they
would stop talking. That was making me nervous, that and the bulges I
couldn't help noticing in their pants.

I kept glancing nervously at the clock as it got later. My husband
would be calling soon and I had to be home when he called. I was just
about to remind Ted, but he hadn't forgotten. He ordered me to put my
clothes on. I put on the clothes I had worn when I left home that
morning as they watch in amusement.

I grabbed my purse and was about to say goodbye to Ted when they got
up and said that they would follow me home. I was so disappointed I
almost cried. I thought it was over for today. They knew my mouth and
my pussy were so sore. What did they want from me now?

I didn't say anything though. I just turned and walked out to my car.
As I drove home my mind kept going back to the strange place I had
spent the afternoon. And all of the anonymous cocks that had entered
my body and deposited load after load of hot white cum.

Before I knew it I was in my driveway and walking towards my door. As
I slipped the key into the lock I heard Ted's car pull into the
driveway. I waited by the door and let them in. Then, as instructed, I
undressed and got them each a drink.

I was getting nervous. It was almost time for my husband to call. What
did these men plan? Were they going to do something to get me in
trouble? With my husband? With the neighbors?

For the next 15 minutes or so I continued to do whatever they asked me
to do to amuse them. Then the phone rang. Although I was expecting it,
I was still startled by the loud ring.

I ran for the phone and picked it up on the second ring. It was my
husband and, although I was self-conscious about talking in front of
Ted and Mark, I was excited to talk to my husband and I eagerly told
him how much I loved and missed him.

I tried to act like I was alone. I had my back to the men as I stood
by the phone and talked with my husband. I was startled again as I
felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

I started to panic, what were they going to do? Would they grab the
phone and say something to my husband? I looked behind me and saw Mark
holding me by my shoulders. I gave him a dirty look and shook my head
"no" violently, trying to get him to leave me alone.

But he just grinned evilly and guided me forwards a few inches until I
was kneeling on the couch. He pushed me so that I was leaning forward.
I put my hand out to support myself on the back of the couch.

I tried to carry on a normal conversation with my husband as he
reached between my legs and began rubbing my very sore pussy. I tried
to move his hand away, but he ignored my small efforts, and there was
nothing I could do without alarming my husband. So I finally gave up
and let him touch me.

It was very strange talking to my husband while Mark moved his fingers
in and out of my pussy. And what bothered me almost as much was that,
even though I hated what he was doing, and even though I was so sore
it hurt to walk, I was getting wet. I was getting turned on. Shit!
Whatever was I turning into?!

When his fingers were wet enough, he withdrew his hand, but instantly
started pushing his wet fingers into my ass. I was trying desperately
to ignore him, to sound normal to my husband. But it was getting very
difficult. It suddenly got worse. Mark took his hand away, and before
I could even breathe a sigh of relief, I felt his cock pushing into my
ass.

I tried not to grunt or groan, but the pain was terrible. I was no
longer a virgin there, but I was still very tight, and every time he
drove his cock into me I felt the pressure on my sore pussy as well.

I continued my conversation, talking about weather and just a lot of
silly stuff, while Mark raped my ass. And even worse, I turned back
and saw that Ted was filming everything.

It was getting impossible to talk normally as Mark's cock stroked in
and out of my ass. My breathing was becoming louder and I would
occasionally grunt softly when Mark stroked into me more violently
than usual. Finally my husband asked what was wrong. I told him that I
had started exercising, and that I was doing leg lifts while we
talked.

He thought that was a great idea!

I felt Mark speed up and then tense up as he shot his cum deep into my
ass. He pulled out and as soon as I finished a sentence he pushed his
cock into my mouth for cleaning. I quickly sucked him clean so that I
could continue my conversation, but I must admit it was becoming very
difficult to follow the thread of the conversation.

As soon as he was clean, Mark stood up and took the camera from Ted
and began filming while Ted took his turn in my ass. It seemed like
they were especially excited by the idea of fucking my ass while I
talked with my husband. Ted managed to cum just as I was telling my
husband how much I loved him as we prepared to end the call. Ted's
orgasm seemed particularly intense, as though the timing was important
to him. I tried not to show it, and I hated to admit it to myself, but
the idea of these horrible men fucking my ass while I talked to my
husband was turning me on too. I couldn't wait until they left so I
could soak in a hot tub and gently bring myself to another orgasm,
gently.

Ted pulled out of me and I turned around and cleaned him without being
asked. They dressed and left without another word to me.

CHAPTER 10

I was surprised as the rest of the week passed without a call
from Ted. I hated to admit it, but I was also a little disappointed.
Not at first, at first I was relieved. But as the week went on and I
got a little hornier every day, I began to grudgingly hope for a phone
call.

Finally, on Friday morning, the phone did ring. But it wasn't
Ted. It was my husband's office. The woman I spoke to was the
secretary for the company president. She asked if I were free later in
the morning, the president, Mr. Cochran, had something very important
to discuss with me. I had met Mr. Cochran once at a company function.
He was a very imposing man. I had stuttered and hemmed and hawed and
made a total fool of myself trying to talk to him. I was sure he
thought me to be some kind of congenital idiot. I was terrified, but
of course I could not refuse. She told me that a car would come for me
and I hurriedly showered and dressed for the meeting.

The driver escorted me to Mr. Cochran's office. The
receptionist greeted me and offered me a drink. I was so nervous I
would have loved one, but I thought it would be inappropriate, so I
politely declined. I was immediately led through the secretary's
office and into Mr. Cochran's huge office. It was beautifully
decorated, very masculine, and obviously very expensive.

Mr. Cochran stood as I entered and greeted me warmly. Rather
than open my mouth and make a fool of myself again, I smiled as warmly
as possible and waited to see what this was all about.

Mr. Cochran thanked his receptionist and she left. He then
turned to me and told me that he had something in common with me. I
still didn't know what this was about so I continued to say nothing.

He told me that he was a collector. He collected rare footage.
I didn't know what that meant, but he reached for a button on his desk
and pushed it. A television in the wall immediately came on and I
almost fainted as I saw myself being raped by a gang of black men.

He went on for a moment before I realized he was still
talking. I was in a state of shock. I suddenly heard him going on
about how he was a collector of rape movies. Preferably real movies of
actual rape. He even mentioned a special source. Nathan! My husband's
boss was one of Nathan's customers!

Mr. Cochran told me that Nathan had called him and told him
about a new movie he had just made. Nathan had told him the
circumstances, and a little about the new "starlet".

"You can imagine my shock," Mr. Cochran continued, "when I
turned on the movie and saw your lovely face Linda."

There was nothing I could say. I covered my face with my hands
and sobbed loudly. It was obviously over, my marriage, my life,
everything was out now. My husband would be fired. I would be
divorced. My perfect little life was over.

"Its not as bad as all that dear." Mr. Cochran said. "In fact,
you may find some good has come of it."

I tried to get myself under control. I took the tissue he
offered me and dried my eyes and looked across the desk to see what he
meant.

"Nathan told me about Ted. He told me the entire story. I
found it very arousing."

Mr. Cochran looked at me to see how I reacted to that. To be
honest, I didn't know what to think. But I still didn't see what good
was coming of this.

"How would you like to have Ted out of your life?" Mr. Cochran
asked.

"Oh God yes!" I exclaimed.

"It is done. I had some men talk to him earlier this week.
Some very persuasive men. They brought me a very large collection of
photos and tapes as well. I thoroughly enjoyed them. Ted won't be
calling you again. But, you are not completely off the hook."

I just sat, waiting for him to continue. I knew that he had
me, he owned me now, just like Ted had owned me. But I still didn't
know how bad that was going to be. He was certainly better looking
than Ted. And I doubt that he hangs around in the same types of bars
and porno shops as Ted does. Maybe this is going to be better.

"Nathan told me that you did not suffer unduly in the making
of your little rape epic. He said, in fact, that being raped by those
men aroused you."

I looked down at my hands as my shame burned in my face. I
couldn't deny it. I had enjoyed it. I still felt the temptation to
call Nathan. I probably would have, had my every waking moment not
been dominated by Ted.

When I didn't deny it, Mr. Cochran went on. "As I said, I am a
collector. I will want you to star in other movies from time to time.
Not often, not when your husband is in town, and nothing that will
cause you to be harmed. And I will be the only customer for those
films. In addition, you will allow me to have access to your body
whenever I desire, until I tire of you. You won't be subjected to huge
gangs of strange men on a daily basis. I won't take you out in public,
although I cannot say what Nathan might plan for you. If you consent
to my proposal, please stand and remove your clothing."

It required no thought at all. In a perverted way something
good had come of this. I was out of Ted's clutches. I would not be
making movies for the consumption of God knows whom. And I was about
to get fucked by a rich, powerful, attractive man. And I was ready!

I couldn't wait until tomorrow when my husband would be coming
home. And I couldn't wait for his next trip, because I knew I would
be seeing Nathan again, and getting raped again.

Hi. My name is Cat - Cathy,
actually, but my lover says that the way I move reminds him of a leopard or
something feline, so... Anyway, this is a story about my fabulous
birthday present. But first a little bit about me. I'm five foot six, about 115 pounds,
have long blond hair and a body I'm proud of - 38-24-36 and a soft
but firm D cup with large, pink nipples that get very hard and erect
very fast when I'm excited. I love to fuck. My lover Steve says I'm
insatiable. Sometimes I'll sit in his lap with his prick inside me while we
watch some adult tape - I especially like the videos with more than
one man for a woman - and not let him move, just squeeze him again and
again with my cunt until he cums if a don't stop. Sometimes I give in
and let him pound into me until we both cum, or I like to push him
down on the couch and ride him, plunging up and down on his hard cock,
or flexing my hips back and forth, totally into it. I love being on
top, because I can lean forward and let my full, soft breasts sway
above Steve's lips while he licks and sucks and bites my nipples. That
turns me on sooo much, my juices soak both of us and sometimes the
couch. I love to shake and rub my tits in his face. When our fucking is
really great, I go into an absolute frenzy, writhing and moaning, my
big tits jiggling and bouncing, rubbing my cunt against his crotch
or face, or against his thigh and sucking his tongue into my mouth
while I climax repeatedly. Most times, I really just can't get enough.

I guess you can tell that I am really into sex. And that is how the really great birthday present came about.
Steve asked me, when my twenty-fourth birthday was coming up, if there was anything special that I would like. I didn't know what to say, we're both pretty well off and he knows my main interests are erotic. When my birthday arrived, Steve
told me that we would be going out and that I should wear something
nice - but accessible for him. He likes to fondle me while he drives.

It's dangerous because he can loose track, but I enjoy the thrill of
being exposed and the possibility of being seen (I'll save that
for another time). We went downtown to one of the better hotels, where
it turns out Steve had reserved a room. When he took a suitcase
from the trunk of the care, I simply expected some champagne in the room,
a little pate' and fruit, and a lot of loving in a different place. It
was sort of like that, but what a surprise! When we got up to the
room and Steve opened the door, there was another man. And a very good
looking one! He was sitting on the king-size bed, wearing a red
blindfold and a pair of red Calvin Klein briefs. I love Steve and
wouldn't trade him for anything, but for tonight this man was a
dream come true. A 26 year old blond, about six feet tall and 170
pounds, with the beautiful lean, well-muscled body of someone who works
out regularly. Wow!

The story is that this man is my
birthday present and I can do what I want with him - and have Steve too!
Steve knew that I wanted to have two men fuck me together, but that I
wouldn't take on a stranger or have one of our friends, for fear that
word would get around. The answer Steve came up with was to get know a
guy at his health club who had a great body, a big cock and seemed like
a nice guy. The club is on the other side of town near Steve's
office, so there was little chance that the guy would know me. The
blindfold was to take care of any later, chance encounters. Steve told me
the next day that he'd had some difficulty approaching the guy (Jim)
with his idea, but that he'd finally clicked. He showed Jim one of our
Polaroids, a picture of me sitting naked on the sofa, legs up and
spread really wide, with my head thrown back to point my breasts up high
- and you couldn't see my face. I remembered we had taken that one
only recently. Turns out the photo sold Jim on the idea of being my
birthday present.

Well! I was unbelievably turned on,
my juices were running down my upper thighs almost instantly. I
could smell the odor of my cunt oozing, like a bitch in heat. I guess I
was. I walked across the room and just looked him over, like
something I was considering buying. I was a little shy at first, but
since he couldn't see me... He was great! I stroked his chest with just
the tips of my finger nails, like a cat, felt his arms and ran my
fingers through his hair. While I pulled my dress over my head and
removed my black half-cup bra, Steve took our video camera and tripod
out of the suitcase and set it up in one corner to tape my birthday.

Naked except for my black garter belt and stockings, I sat down beside Jim, put my arm around his
shoulders and very softly cupped my right hand around the large bulge in his
Calvins. He tensed a bit and I gently pushed him back on the bed and
pulled hid shorts down to let his cock spring free. Steve had chosen
well! About nine thick inches of very hard circumcised cock.
Fascinated to have complete freedom with this man, I put my hand around
his penis and bent down and licked up the drops of clear fluid that
were coming from the tip. Meanwhile, Steve stripped and sat on the
other side of me and cupped my breasts as they swayed over Jim's crotch.
I wanted more and more, so I knelt on the floor, pushing Jim's legs
apart with my shoulders. I lifted my tits up and together around his
cock and rubbed up and down on his penis, pulling on my nipples and
licking the head of his cock. Steve reached behind me under my ass and
rubbed two or three fingers into my cunt. It was soaking and wide open,
I could hear his fingers squishing in and out in my juices.

After a few minutes of this, the end
of Jim's cock was so purple I thought it could burst, and I knew
he was going to squirt if I didn't stop, so I stood up and got on the
bed, straddling him in the sixty-nine position so he would eat my
pussy, lick my clit, anything. I had to cum and did almost immediately,
shuddering and moaning, my breasts bouncing and jiggling frantically.
When my cunt stopped contracting, I moved down the bed and, on
all fours with my ass in the air, I slid my cunt ever so slowly down and
around Jim's cock. Steve stuck his lovely member into my mouth and
out again, in and out, fucking my face, while I licked the head,
rubbed it into the back of my throat and massaged his balls with my
hands. Both men groaned almost at once and began pumping into me,
taking some control. You can't imagine the feeling, two big hard
cocks, one in my mouth and one up my cunt. Never enough.

As I began to feel Jim and Steve
approach orgasm, I stopped them. If the were going to cum, I wanted
them to fuck me HARD, pound into me from each end. I wanted to be the
meat in a good, hard fuck sandwich. So I got them both to kneel on the
bed, Steve still behind me and Jim in front so I could taste and
swallow all of him when he came. "I want you to fuck me," I said, "as
hard as you can. Bounce me around, use me hard." They did and it was
GREAT! Jim was humping my mouth, fucking his cock into the back of my
throat and Steve put his left hand around and under my hips to pull
me back against him as he slammed into me - and then he began to spank
me with his right, lightly at first and then harder and harder.
My big soft breasts were swinging and jiggling back and forth so
hard. I closed my eyes ti was so good and Jim caught my tits and began to
pinch and pull my nipples. Oh God, I would have screamed with
pleasure if I could have. Still, the noise level was outrageous! Steve
and Jim grunting and groaning with pleasure, me panting and
slurping as Jim's cock fucked into my face, the sounds of the spanking and
my sopping pussy squishing in and out as Steve hammered me
with his cock. Steve came first and I could feel him shaking and
jetting warm come deep into me. Jim reached the edge and held my head
tightly as he fucked hard into my face and spurted jism into my mouth and
down the back of my throat, while I eagerly tried swallow it all.
Heaven.

Spent, Jim slid back on the bed and
I followed his cock, licking and sucking to get everything he
had. When Steve's dick plopped out of me, I reached down between my
legs and scooped my fingers into my pussy to get all the cum
that I could, and licked it off my fingers and the palm of my hand,
along with my own juices. I was really randy, still squirming and hot,
so I took Steve's cock into my mouth and licked sucked that too, getting
every drop of cum and my fluids, working it around in my mouth like
ice cream. Then I gave Jim a deep kiss with a lot of Steve's cum still
in my mouth and Steve ate my pussy while I writhed around and came two
more times - And that was just the beginning.

That night I was pummeled and pounded
and fucked in every hole in my body! Steve had a half mask for me, a
party mask with feathers that left my mouth open and available. Jim
took off the blindfold and together they really worked me over hard.
Steve strapped a dildo around one of the pillows and made me stick
it in my twat and bounce up and down fucking it, breasts bouncing
madly, while Jim fucked my ass and Steve hammered into my face. When
Jim reached around and began to rub my clit hard, I came madly.
They tied me spread eagle on the bed and did what they wanted to me,
sticking their hands in my cunt, a vibrator up my ass while Jim fucked
my cunt. It all became a blur. I remember being rolled on my side and
fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time. God! I never felt so
filled up! At one point, I had my hands tied behind my back and and
sucked Jim off while Steve spanked me and jammed his fingers repeatedly
into my sopping pussy. And I was panting, begging for more, I
couldn't get enough. Once I wanted to call room service and fuck the
bellhop - but Steve wouldn't allow that. I have never been so satisfied
and still so horny!

My ass hurt inside and out, my cunt
stayed wide open for days, and my tits were sore with little bite and
pinch bruises, and I wanted it to happen all over again right away!
Steve and I watch the tape of that night and fuck our brains out all the
time. And we talk about what we will do for New Year's...

Got to go now, talk to you later,
maybe after the beginning of the year, although I'm not sure what else is
left to do but just more. Who knows, maybe we'll get a pet. Bye. Ca

We have some old friends whose car broke down a couple of weeks ago about 600 miles from home. The car was now fixed and they asked me if I would ride with them in their RV to the car and drive it home. They wanted to continue their trip and they weren’t going to be coming back the same way. I own my own business, which is education related and this is the slow season, so I said sure. My wife is a phys ed teacher and she is off also, but because she is taking summer classes she couldn’t go. So we left Monday and I got back Wednesday night, we had a good time trying restaurants along the way there.

My trip was pretty uneventful, but as soon as I get in my wife says “well, your fantasy came true yesterday, I hope you’re happy and not mad”.

I only have one fantasy and that is for her to get it on with another guy. I know my schoolteacher wife would never do it, so it was always just fuel for the imagination. So when she told me that I got an immediate woody.

It seems Tuesday afternoon she went to their house to pick up the mail and newspapers and since it was a scorcher here in SE Texas she decided to take a dip in their pool. She didn’t have a suit so “Miss Modest” as I call her got a towel out of the pool house and went skinny dipping. The pool is private so she felt pretty comfortable swimming and doing a little sunbathing. I’ll let her type the rest.

I was laying there on the lounger reading and something made me look up towards the house, there were two guys standing behind the glass door and one of them had a camera snapping away. I had to run over to my clothes and the towel trying to cover up with my hands as best I could. I knew who one of the guys were, it was our friend’s bratty son Jason, who even at 21 was still a brat. I got my blouse and shorts on when Jason and his friend came out of the house in hysterics.

“I got you Miss Mandy”, he was exclaiming with glee. I was so mad I could spit, he was supposed to be out of town all summer.

I told him to give me the camera, he had his fun but he wasn’t going to keep those picture and spread them all over the internet. He said that he wouldn’t give them to me, but he would trade them to me for a little fun. I went to my purse and got my cell phone to call his parents, figuring they would be able to handle him, but all I got was voice mail on both of their phones and yours.

He said “C’mon Miss Mandy, you’ve been making me hot ever since I was 13, I’ve been dying to see you naked since then, if you give me and Mark hand jobs I’ll give you the memory stick to erase.”

I hated to admit it, even to myself, but the thought of me making him hot all those years really turned me on. Plus I was so embarrassed, I had to get those pictures back.

So I said OK, but if he didn’t give me the memory stick I was going to call the police and file rape charges against him. “I promise, in fact here it is, I trust you to do what you said you would”, and he opened the camera and handed me the stick which I stuck in my shorts pocket.

So I sat in one of the pool chairs and asked who wanted to be first. Jason pushed Mark toward me and there he stood in front of me. I told him to pull his shorts down and when he did his penis was already very erect, I guess it was normal size, I am no expert on dicks. I reached up and stroked only about the 3rd penis I ever felt and Mark was quickly moaning. Jason handed me a bottle of sun screen to use as a makeshift lube, I squirted a little on my hand and started stroking him again. I’ll bet I didn’t stroke him 15 times, twenty at the most and he started to come. He shot some on my blouse and I had a handful which I wiped on the towel.

Then I said, “OK, Jason your turn.”

He walked over to me kind of sheepishly like he was wondering if he hadn’t gone a little overboard. I didn’t ask him to pull his shorts down, I did it myself. He was larger than you or Mark, maybe 7 њ”, and he already had a wet dick from pre-cum.

I told him I didn’t want him shooting on my blouse like Mark did, so I unbuttoned it and took it off. I loved him staring at my tits and I told him he could touch them. He caressed me and rolled the nipples in his fingers, my pussy so wet I knew that I had to be putting a spot on my shorts, especially since I dressed quickly and had not put my panties back on. I put my head down and started sucking him while I used my other hand to caress myself up the leg of my shorts. I lost control, I started licking his balls and all over his cock, then sucking hard on the head. I actually didn’t want it to end so when I felt his butt tighten up like he was going to start an orgasm I backed off, making him moan harder. He started begging me not to stop. I put the head back in my mouth and I was also really working my clit back and forth. This time I kept sucking and stroking until he starting spurting in my mouth. He kept cumming until it was dribbling down my chin, when we stopped I wiped my face off with the towel.

When he caught his breath he asked me if I came while I was doing him, I said no, but that was OK. He said I’ve already seen your pussy, let me eat you till you cum. That sounded so good I lifted my hips and he slid my shorts off. Now I was completely nude again and Jason knelt on a chair cushion in front of me, pushed my knees apart and put my feet up on his shoulders. He slid a finger then two into my pussy and start massaging my G-spot, you know how much I love to feel that.

Then I have no idea how a 21 y/o knew this but he started telling me what a slut I was and that I was going to submit to him or his friends anytime he came to town. I was to be his sex slave anytime he wanted me, I was to keep my pussy bare and to call him “Master” when we were alone or with his friends. He would lick my pussy between sentences and finger me harder, spreading my pussy lips apart. I was so excited my legs were shaking when he backed away and told me to stand up. I could not believe he stopped when I was so turned on, but I did what he said. He laid down on the lounger with his cock sticking straight up he told me to straddle him. He pulled me down and impaled me on his cock. He held my hips and moved me up and down on him till he exploded again. I think I was having an orgasm from the time he entered me till he pulled out. I loved feeling his sperm running out of me as I cleaned up with the towel.

We all jumped into the pool to cool off and clean up. After a while I got out and told them I had to go. Jason said “I’ll tell you when you can leave, and it won’t be without asking permission”. I was a little stunned, but it excited me.

So I asked him “Please Master, may I leave”

He said not till I have given him my cell number so he can call me whenever he needs my pussy, mouth or ass.

To say this excited me would be an understatement. I find it extremely arousing and we had a hot time Wednesday night. We have discussed what she’ll do if he calls. I think she will submit to him.

He made me do it - Jul 15th, 2005 3:04:27 pm EST http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/boatyardeddie2/slideshow?.dir=/3b58&.src=ph
I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really
believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either.

In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and mother
and a very successful attorney working for one of the Delaware Valley's
top firms. I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body
that my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a small
two-piece swimsuit. In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do
whatever my young-stud lover wants me to do.

Scott, my lover, is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd
jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc. By all definitions
of the word, he is a "hunk." He works out and his body is rock-hard.
Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a
man.

I am very much the professional in the office, but at office
luncheons, softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt. I just
can't help it. At first, Scott was the perfect target for my flirting:
good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my status and position in
the office. He was always fun to tease, always a good sport -- until a
Christmas party at a partner's house.

In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Phil, at my
side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening.
Later in the evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a
hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Scott.

"Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed, as he closed the
bedroom door behind us.

I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me
in return, or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.

His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through
the green velvet of my dress. His fingers found my braless nipples and
they hardened to his touch.

"No, Scott! What do you think you're doing? My husband is
downstairs!"

"I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my neighborhood we know how
to deal with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met. When
I'm through with you, you won't tease me anymore."

His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so
beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had
to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole situation
was turning me on. I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and
that it was Scott, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was
causing me to respond. Phil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had
never talked to me or felt me the way Scott was. This was new and
exciting. I fell back almost willingly when Scott pushed me back on to
the bed.

"Scott! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I was protesting, but I was also
keeping my voice low.

Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock.
He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my pantyhose and,
instead of removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far
enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet
cunt and I started the best orgasm of my life on his second stroke.

When he came, he pulled out and stood up. I sat up and
smiled at him, "Wow! I really can't believe that happened, Scott. It was
great, but I can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"

Scott grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his
still-hard cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean."

I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and
then licking our juices from its length.

As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why
cockteasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the only way
they know how to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast."

I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that
much attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he
returned his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the
bedroom without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself
and returned to the party, he was gone.

That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex.
I didn't know it then, but Scott had given me something I could no longer
live without. Until Scott took me on that bed, I never knew sexual
excitement like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and I wanted
more.

At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car
and demanded a blow job. There was never any question of doing what
he said to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and
satisfaction, and wanted more.

I gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual.
Every afternoon, in my $400 business suits, I'd be sucking on my stud's
hot cock as his hands roamed over and in my body. He'd fill my mouth with
cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him clean, drive home and
be the perfect wife and mother.

On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me
to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Phil that I
was preparing for a trial, which always entailed extra hours at the office.

When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and
told me to undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most
wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Scott tired this girl
out!

His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I
became a slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my
release was about to explode, and then back off - he drove me crazy and
into ecstasy. He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole. He
sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and
back and breasts and my pussy.

Phil had been the only other man to make love to me and he
couldn't compare to Scott. I didn't want the afternoon to end. I wanted
Scott to fuck me for days.

I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging
Scott around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next
Saturday, slut."

"I'll be here."

"See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."

"I'll be waiting, Scott."

It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following
Saturday was even better than the first! Scott was so young and strong
and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded
and enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait
another long week between Scott's fucks. Every night, during our garage
blow jobs, I begged Scott to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he
said yes. I stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my
bed. Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was
no longer in control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically and
sexually addicted to Scott.

On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived.

"This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott.

I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a while.
I couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with
the fucking! I get hot just being close to Scott.

Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I
told Sean you'd give him a blow job, before he left."

"No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't understand why
Scott would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.

"Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get
the fuck out of here. No more fun times with me."

I knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I
thought about it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up
Scott's pleasures so easily.

"Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."

With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and sat on
the edge of the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down
to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped
my lips around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth.

Before Sean came, Scott entered the bedroom. He was naked
and seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with my mouth. His dick was
hard and I reached for it with my hand as Sean exploded in my mouth.

I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the next
several hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same
time. It became obvious that Scott's favorite position was pounding his
cock into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Sean's cock.

My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's
apartment. I couldn't believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago, only my
husband had ever made love to me, and that day I had been used and abused
by two young studs. I wondered why I didn't have regrets or more guilt.

The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten
kinkier and kinkier. I continued to go to Scott's place almost every
Saturday for the next couple of months. Most days Scott was alone, but
Sean did show up occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.

In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early and when I
did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a skirt, too short for
anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front, and very high
heels.

"Put these on, Janece. I'm having some friends over to
watch basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."

I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my
experience with Sean. "Scott, please don't make me do this. I don't want
to entertain your friends -- just you. I'll wear this outfit for you."

Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem,
Janece. You know the rule -- you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore.
It's that simple. You wear this for my friends or you go home and don't ever
come back."

An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more
make-up than I have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Scott,
Sean and three friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked,
poked, probed and fingered at every opportunity. I was pulled down on to
laps for feels and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock
and told me to sit on it.

Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really
turned me on and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap,
facing him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto
his cock. He pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his
mouth and hands.

That started the party in ernest. After that first fuck, I moved
from lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they could
shoot their load and get hard again.

I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an
attractive, willing woman available to take care of their animal urges,
these guys were crude and rude and gross. One guy had me lie down on the coffee
table as he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up. Another
guy pulled his cock out of my mouth as he started to come, and shot his
warm, sticky jism on my tits, and then lifted each one up to my mouth so
he could watch me lick his cum off my nipples.

Sean laid on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock.
Another guy, Dave, stood over Sean and I sucked his prick into my mouth.
Within a few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching. I reached for
his erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my face. The
sight of the cum must have been enough for Sean and Dave, because they
both came within seconds of each other.

For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, serviced
their cocks. They were no longer men to me, only jerking, pumping,
shooting cocks. And I loved every minute of it.

Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had
been for me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get
dressed and to go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone's moans and
groans because I was leaving.

When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink and Phil was
napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the
shower. I smelled like a whore house next to a brewery.

I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Phil stepped
in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess was that he woke from his nap
with an erection and wanted me to do something about it. Without a word,
I leaned back against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside
me. When he came, I thought about him adding one more gooey load to the 10 or
12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm
of my action-packed day.

After the party, things got back to "normal" for a while.
Everyday after work, I give Scott a blow job. He lets me visit him about
one weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday. Sean is
usually there on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also shows up. It doesn't
matter to me whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I service them all -- letting
them do whatever they want to me.

Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he
handed me a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm that
night, wearing a lot of make-up and the contents of the bag. I told him that it
was impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night. Scott told
me to be there or else say goodbye, and then he walked away. Lucky for
me, Phil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse
that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some
women from the office for a bachelorette party. I didn't know then how
close to the truth I was.

I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag. All that was in
it was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black high heels. It
wasn't easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my
extra make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my raincoat.

Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had to knock
several times. Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a finger for me
to wait. He turned back into the apartment and announced, "The
entertainment's here. Get the groom ready!"

More yells from inside followed. Scott curled his finger for me to
step inside. His livingroom was full of men. Beer cans were everywhere
and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of the room was a
goodlooking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him.

Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen. This is the
Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean. The
rest of you -- well, hold on to your balls!

"Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not get a
stripper for the party. It seems he didn't want to risk any hanky-panky
the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure! "I didn't
think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here's what happens.
Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch what
he could have had, because....." Scott opened my raincoat and threw it
out of the room, "...the Sex Machine is here!"

For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12
guys there.

Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every time it was no more
than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It wasn't long after I started,
that Gary began to beg to be released. I tempted him with my tits and ass
and snatch, but Scott refused to release him.

Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if Gary should
be allowed to change his mind. Most of his friends booed the idea, but
Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it. We tried thinking of a
challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum dripping down my thighs from my
overused and overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Gary could fuck
me, he had to eat me clean. Gary didn't hesitate.

I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see their
cum over and in my pussy. Scott untied Gary and he fell on top of me,
diving into my cunt. The room burst into cheers as I came and came.

At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my
sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of me.

I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs. Scott wrapped my
raincoat around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a
present for me in my pockets.

I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and cunt felt
like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours
in a dentist's chair. My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed
teeth marks. I asked myself, "What the hell was I doing?"

When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom.
All was quiet.

Then, I remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my pockets. In
each was a video tape. I couldn't imagine why Scott would give me a tape,
so I put one in the VCR and hit "PLAY." I couldn't believe it! It
was a tape of this evening's festivities and I never noticed anyone
filming! I wondered what Phil would think if he saw them? I popped the
tape out and hid them in my closet.

As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell
Scott no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just don't know what
I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."

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