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Neighborhood Slut


Aaron left the title company office with the keys to his new house in his hand, giddy with excitement. His first house! He'd been renting apartments for years, and finally had scraped together enough to cover the closing costs on a decent little home that he could call his own. It was in a nice neighborhood, he'd already met some of the neighbors and liked them all, and best of all, it was his to do with what he wanted.

He drove over to his house and slid the key into the lock, feeling the satisfying weight of the deadbolt as he turned his key for the very first time in his lock in the front door of his house! Aaron couldn't contain an excited laugh as he opened the door.

"Howdy, neighbor!" Aaron heard a voice behind him and turned. Walking by on the street was Ted, one of the neighbors he'd already met. Ted and his wife Carly lived just two doors down on the same side of the street, and had already extended to Aaron a dinner invitation for someday soon. They seemed like good people.

"Hey there!" Aaron hollered back, "You'll have to forgive me, I'm excited as a schoolgirl about this house. It's my first, and I only just got the keys an hour ago!"

"I understand. It's an exciting day! Congratulations!"

Aaron moved in and a few days later the movers showed up with all his stuff. He barely had time to be so giddy, what with all the boxes and unpacking, paperwork, utilities connections, the whole nine yards. One of his other neighbors, Daryl, had taken to swinging by occasionally to check in on things. Daryl was an electrician, he explained, so he offered some advice about various things, helped Aaron run a few wires here and there, that kind of thing. Aaron was more than happy for his help.

Daryl's wife Elaine stopped by on occasion just to be neighborly. They'd been married for twelve years and living in the same house the whole time. Aaron shook his head in wonder: such a pleasant, quiet neighborhood full of honest, down-to-earth people. What luck!

As the week went by, Aaron met a number of his other neighbors, and finally they talked him into throwing a housewarming party. He readily obliged them, knowing they'd help him out with the odds and ends he still needed for his home, and wanting to return the hospitality they'd shown him already by treating everyone to some burgers and beer.

The party went wonderfully, and Aaron had a great time. He learned even more about his great neighbors, although as he expected, he had to field the girlfriend question many times that evening.

"No, I don't right now," he'd repeat, reciting, "I was with my last girlfriend for 3 years, but we broke things off right before I moved back to town." They'd offer consolations, a sad smile and some pithy words of advice, and he'd shrug it off, assure them it was no big deal. It really wasn't: He was glad to be rid of her. He just wanted to get settled in so he could get back out there and find someone new.

At the end of the evening, families started to pack up and head home, but one of the guys suggested they finish things off with a little poker. The wives rolled their eyes, almost in unison, and those with kids carted them home and the husbands, laughing, stuck around. Ted ran home to grab some cards, and the others helped set up a table and pull over some chairs.

For the next couple hours they played a casual game, smoking a few cigars, shooting the ****, getting to know one another. It was a pleasant end to a nice night. Just as the game was wrapping up, Daryl cleared his throat.

"Hey, Aaron, we've all got one last housewarming gift for you, from all us guys."

"Oh yeah? What's that, you want to throw in your chips and leave me the winnings?" Aaron laughed, but quickly stopped when he noticed nobody else laughed with him.

"Not quite. We have a little tradition around here, just us guys of the neighborhood. The way it works is, whatever guy's moved into the neighborhood most recently is kind of like the new guy. Needs to be... initiated, if you know what I mean."

"Ha! Come on, guys, what're you gonna do, line up and take turns paddling me? This isn't a fraternity, is it?"

"No, it's not, Aaron, it's just a friendly neighborhood gang of guys, you're right."

As Daryl finished his words Aaron spotted Steve behind him, who'd stood up earlier to go to the bathroom, he said, just as Steve's hands went for Aaron's neck. Shocked, Aaron tried to grab at his arms, but Steve didn't try to ***** him or anything. Instead, he heard a "click" noise and a cold band around his neck. He glanced quickly at his reflection in the window and saw a silver *****r around his neck. It looked a little strange, but otherwise not half-bad.

"That's it? You wanted to give me some jewelry? Gosh, guys, I'm not that kind of girl."

"Oh, it's not just any jewelry, Aaron. It's got a mind of its own, you might say. Here, let me clue you in."

With these word, Daryl raised a small remote control device and pushed a single button on it. Aaron felt a warmth wash over him, and smiled, feeling great.

"Wow, that feels great. You can do that any time you want!"

"Feels good, does it? I bet it'd feel even better if you took off your shirt, got up on the table, and danced around like a belly dancer."

Aaron didn't even hesitate. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world as he shrugged off his shirt, shoved the poker chips out of the way with a single gesture, and climbed atop the table, gyrating as best he could with no music or dance experience whatsoever.

All the guys around the table laughed and exchanged high-fives. "Fresh meat!" one said, and Steve looked particularly relieved.

"Congratulations, Steve, looks like your time is done," Daryl added, and then turned to Aaron, still dancing, and said, "Stop dancing and get down from there. Steve was our last initiate, and he was stuck with it for a long time, it was a good year before you moved in. Let's just say he's happy to hand it off to you."

Steve smirked. "Yeah, you bet. I paid my dues, and now it's your turn. Welcome to the neighborhood! You're the new Neighborhood Slut, Aaron."

The guys all laughed and headed out, and gradually the effect faded, the warmth drained, and Aaron was left sitting alone at his table, the chips all over the floor, the house a mess, and Aaron himself was shaking with fear and confusion. What had he done? What was going on? He didn't understand what he'd been feeling, nor why he got up and danced on the table just because Daryl told him to do it.

He wrapped his fingers around the ****** encircling his neck. Surely this wasn't some kind of mind-control necklace. That was just the stuff of science-fiction! Still, better safe than sorry: Aaron grabbed and pulled firmly to break it off his neck.

Only it didn't break. Not only that, it tightened, and the warmth hit him again. He just sat back down with a goofy grin on his face and remained there, eyes glazed over. Then he stood up and cleaned up his whole house, and laid down and calmly went to *****. Only later, when he got up to take a piss in the middle of the night, did he notice the warmth had faded again. He ran into the bathroom in fear, stared at the thing in the mirror, and grabbed it even more firmly this time.

As soon as his fingers wrapped around it, the warmth hit again, and just before his mind was overpowered by the thing, he tried to pull it off.

As the warmth coursed through his body, he smiled peacefully, checked to make sure the necklace was as tight as possible, and laid back down to *****.

The next day he awoke with a start, hoping the events of the evening before were really just a bad dream. He stumbled into the bathroom and looked: no, the necklace was there, menacing in its silver hue, wrapped around his neck. He wanted to rip it off but thought better of it.

Right then, he heard the doorbell ring, and threw on a bathrobe to go answer it. He opened the door to see Ted, standing there, smiling at him.

"Hey, Ted, I wanted to talk-" he began, but Ted grinned wider, raised a remote, and pushed a button.

Aaron's words trailed off into gibberish as he smiled limply and stepped back.

"Aaron, I thought I'd come over for some breakfast. Why don't you make me some scrambled eggs and bacon while I read your newspaper? Oh, and a cup of coffee."

"Sure thing, Ted," Aaron replied, dreamily, "let me get you a chair."

Ted smiled and put his legs up on Aaron's table as he leaned back, reading the paper. Aaron continued smiling as he went to great trouble to prepare Ted a lavish breakfast. In his head Aaron didn't mind at all. In fact, he couldn't seem to think of any reason why he wouldn't want to do anything at all that Ted asked him for. Come to think of it, he couldn't even remember any other obligations he had. As far as he was concerned, he'd die happy if all he did was make Ted's breakfast as well as he could.

Somehow that seemed wrong to him, but the more he thought about it, the more sure he became. Aaron smiled bigger and shook his head dismissively. Nah, he was here to work for Ted. That was his job!

"These eggs are ****, Aaron. The bacon is awful. And the coffee is disgusting. You've done a terrible job with this breakfast." Ted sneered at Aaron while dashing the plates onto the floor, where they smashed into pieces.

For a moment, Aaron's eyes flashed with anger when he saw the plates smash on the floor, but Ted saw it and pushed the remote button again before Aaron could do much about it. Suddenly the anger drained from Aaron's eyes and instead he felt awful, deeply awful that he had done such a terrible job with his good friend Ted's breakfast. He wanted to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Ted," he apologized, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I feel terrible!"

"This kind of thing deserves punishment, Aaron. You have to learn not to treat me so poorly. Get over my knee."

Ted slid the chair back and set his feet down on the floor. Aaron didn't even hesitate, but layed down so his midsection rested on Ted's thighs, his ass sticking up at Ted, who was smirking. Ted grabbed the bottom of Aaron's bathrobe and tossed it up and over, so it fell down over Aaron's head, and exposed Aaron's bare ass to the smirking Ted.

"Maybe this will help you learn. If not, there's always more where it came from. Every time I spank you I want you to thank me for helping you learn from your mistakes, Aaron, do you understand? And call me "master," when you do."

Aaron began to respond but Ted's brought the palm of his hand down, hard, on one of Aaron's spread cheeks, and it cut him off.

"Thank you very much, master," Aaron said, through the pain.

Again and again Ted rained down blows on Aaron's increasingly-red ass cheeks, and with each blow Ted smiled a bit wider, watching as each of Aaron's ass-cheeks rippled a bit under the ***** of the blow, seeing Aaron's tight asshole pucker clench in and out with each stroke, and hearing the enthralled Aaron thank him profusely for viciously beating his ass. Yes, Aaron would make a good neighborhood slut, Ted thought. He'd keep them busy for quite some time.

No sooner had Ted left than Aaron returned to his senses, and began to cry. He had just behaved like a slave for his neighbor who ****** him, smashed his plates, wasted his food, and then worst of all, spanked his bare ass over his knee in the middle of his own house! Aaron was in shock, and shook his head in disbelief, scared, as he tried to figure out what to do.

Quickly, he threw on some clothes and hopped in his car to drive somewhere, anywhere, a police station, a hospital, someplace that could get the collar off. No sooner had he pulled out of his driveway, though, than the collar began to beep, the frequency of beeping increasing the further he got from home. By the end of the block it beeped solidly, and Aaron felt that familiar warmth, and started crying, but it was too late.

In that increasingly-familiar dreamlike state, Aaron saw his hands turn the wheel and steer his car back down the street and pull into Daryl's driveway. He turned off the car, got out, and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell. Daryl's wife Elaine answered, and Aaron wanted to scream, to beg for help, but instead he heard himself calmly ask for Daryl.

"I'll go get him," Elaine said, and brought Daryl back to the door.

Daryl acted just as calm as Aaron had, but once he hopped in Aaron's car and the doors were closed, he said, "Drive to your house. Now."

The two got out of Aaron's car and walked into his house as if everything were perfectly normal.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me?" Daryl asked.

"Yes, sir, I tried to escape," Aaron replied, stunned inside his head at his own words, but outwardly placid.

"Of course you did. Every neighborhood slut tries to escape at first. But you'll soon learn better. Drop your pants, slut, and get down on your knees in front of me."

Aaron did as he was told, noticing with some distress that his cock sprang to life as he pulled down his shorts.

"Now grip that slut cock of yours in one hand and start tugging on it."

Again, Aaron was helpless to resist, and started moaning as he pulled his stiff red cock over and over, on his knees in front of his neighbor.

"Now, I'm going to say some lines, and you'll repeat them, and every time you do, you'll get a little bit closer to coming, but you can't quite shoot until I say so. First: "I am the neighborhood slut.""

"I am the neighborhood slut," Aaron said, and moaned through the end of it as his cock swelled even bigger.

"I do what I am told."

"I do what I am told." More moaning.

"I will accept my role. I will not try to escape. I will service my fellow neighbors however they see fit to use me."

"I will accept my role," Aaron spoke, moaning even more heavily now, barely able to form the words with his mouth, "I will not try to escape. I will service my fellow neighbors however they see fit to use me."

"Good. Now I'm going to leave, but you stay on your knees and repeat that over and over. Once you've spoken the for the hundredth time, you may come."

Daryl shut the door on his way out. Aaron remained on his knees, tears running down his face from the exertion of jerking his throbbing cock without relief, babbling nearly-incoherently as he rushed to finish his assignment so he could come.

When Aaron came, he did so with a sound more like an ****** grunting loudly than anything remotely human. His hot spunk sprayed all over his floor and he collapsed, his body wracked with sobs, his cock chafed from the stroking, his will that much closer to broken. He leapt to his feet and, lost for any alternative, just ran to the furthest room in the house and huddled in the corner.

He tried to think of any way to escape. The necklace knew when he was leaving the house. The neighbors had cut the phone lines - Aaron tried that, to no avail. They'd taken his cell phone. He couldn't pry the necklace off. He was trapped; a neighborhood slut kept in his own home like a slave in a cage. He just huddled in the corner and wept.

Before too long, he heard the doorbell ring. He just cried a bit louder and laid still. The doorbell rang again. Angry and scared, Aaron clutched tight to the side of the couch he was wedged beside, as if that would somehow save him.

It didn't. When the warmth washed over him, Aaron stopped crying, stood up, and answered the door. Inside his head a part of him was screaming. If only he could keep the doors locked, nobody could get to him! But instead, he was his own worst enemy, his body no longer under his control, cheerfully opening the door to let his slavers in to ***** him. Aaron looked out through his eyes and willed his feet to stop walking, but they wouldn't. He willed his hands not to reach for the doorknob, but they did anyway. And when he unlocked the door and opened it, he knew it was all over.

Steve stood before him, frowning. "You're to answer the doorbell when we ring, do you understand, slut?"

"Yes, master, I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be. I was just going to come over and have you get me a beer, but now that you've been so disobedient, I think I have a better task for you."

"Anything for you, master."

"That's more like it. Get down on your knees."

Aaron knelt down as Steve turned around and pressed his denim-clad ass back against his face, shoving Aaron's head back against the wall, wedging his face as deep as he could between his cheeks.

"I had to be the slut for a whole year, and now it's you. Well, here's a little taste of what's to come."

At that, Steve let loose a massive fart right in Aaron's face. It was noisy and long, and Aaron wanted to recoil at the smell, but couldn't, his head was trapped.

"I hope you don't think we're even close to done. I've got more for you, slut. I've been working in the yard all day and my feet are really sweaty because I didn't shower this morning. Why don't you take off my shoes and clean my feet for me? Use your tongue and really get them clean. Show me how much you like them."

Aaron couldn't help himself, reached out, and removed Steve's shoes. He slid off Steve's right sock, and the ripe smell of foot odor hit him as Steve lifted his foot up and pressed it against Aaron's mouth and nose. Aaron tried to hurry, licking between the toes as fast as he could, but Steve saw to it that the ordeal lasted as long as possible. Even with the necklace controlling him, Aaron nearly gagged several times.

"That's more like it. Now, how about that beer?"

Steve sat as Aaron fetched him a beer from his fridge, and casually sipped away at it as Aaron knelt beside him obediently.

As the days passed, Aaron's will to resist grew smaller and smaller. In his zombified state, he called his job and quit, and his neighbors were all nice enough to chip in to help cover his bills. In return, Aaron was only too happy to perform all sorts of degrading acts for them. Well, he wasn't, really, but all it took was a button press on their remotes to turns Aaron into a mind-controlled robot, their Neighborhood Slut, available and willing to do anything they wanted.

Aaron was quite the hit, the best slut in a long time, they all agreed.

"Yeah, I don't think I'll be tired of this for a good, long time," Daryl nodded, his hard, wet cock pumping into and out of Aaron's tight asshole, as Aaron lay spread-eagled over his own breakfast table.

"No, he's a good one, alright. A keeper," Ted agreed, holding Aaron by the hair and ears, pumping his own stiff dick down the hapless new homeowner's throat.

Steve sat on the couch, smiling and ******** a beer, waiting his turn. For hours they used him, pumping his slut ass so full of cock it was hardly ever empty, filling his mouth with cock at the same time, and when they were tired of fucking, they'd relax around his house, order him around, have him worship them, make them food, do embarrassing things for their amusement, until their cocks got hard again, and then it was back over the table for poor Aaron.

Poor, mind-controlled Aaron, the new Neighborhood Slut.

Moving into his new home hadn't exactly been the experience he'd hoped for.

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Eleanor's Pet


I trudged onto the plane. It had been a ******** long day. My sales meetings and presentations had run long, and I had missed the early flight. I would be lucky to get home before midnight. Thank God, tomorrow was Saturday, and I could kick back and relax.

Once I was buckled in, I slipped off my heels and suit jacket, letting my thoughts drift to a place where demanding clients and deadlines didn't exist. Suddenly my whole attitude changed as a slim brunette in tan slacks and a silk blouse boarded the plane. I've never been interested in other women, but now I found myself riveted, avidly following her progress down the aisle. She was about twelve years younger than me, probably about twenty, but even from a distance, she radiated tremendous sexual energy.

"Excuse me," she said, stopping alongside me in the aisle and pointing to the seat next to mine. "Is anyone sitting there?"

Her green eyes were piercing. For a moment, I felt as if she were staring right into me. A sudden stirring in my pussy made it hard to speak, but somehow I managed to invite her to join me. As she brushed past me to sit down, I was acutely aware of the rich, almost musky scent of her perfume, and the beautiful swell of her breasts in her blouse.

Her name, she said, was Eleanor, and she was a university student. As she spoke, her hand strayed over to my leg, and her fingers brushed my thigh. I almost jumped, her touch was so electric. With an amused smile, Eleanor let her hand wander up my inner thigh, stopping just short of my pussy. Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips.

I was stunned, almost paralyzed. In just a few moments, I had gone from a self-assured professional woman to a bundle of sexually charged nerves. And instead of trying to get away, I desperately wanted more.

The kiss ended too soon. Reaching over, Eleanor gripped my chin, holding me captive while her startling green eyes peered into mine. By the time she released me, I was so wet I was practically drowning in my panties.

The rest of the trip was agony. Every so often, Eleanor would reach over to give my nipples a quick tweak or stroke my poor cunt, watching me squirm helplessly.

"Pet, I want you to go to the restroom and take off your panties and bra," she finally said, whispering into my ear, her lips tickling my skin. "Just leave them on the counter. Can you do that for me?"

I didn't answer. I simply staggered to my feet and made my way to the tiny john like a robot.

As I walked back up the aisle, I was acutely aware of my short skirt swirling around my bare ass, and my large tits bobbing around in my blouse. My nipples were so hard, they ached.

Eleanor smiled, obviously pleased at how quickly I had obeyed her. Reaching over, she undid the top two buttons of my blouse. Not satisfied with the effect, she undid the next button. My blouse flapped open, practically to my bellybutton. Anyone looking over at me would have gotten a great view of my heavy breasts.

It wasn't a direct flight. But when the plane landed, we got out anyway. I followed Eleanor down the aisle and into the nearly deserted terminal. My suitcase was still in the plane's luggage compartment, and my shoes lay abandoned under my seat.

With every step, my nipples slipped in and out of view, and I blushed a deep red as people openly stared at my chest. Together, we rose up the escalator to the airport hotel. While Eleanor signed for a room, the night clerk smirked at my half-exposed knockers.

After a groping elevator ride, we got to our room. Instantly, Eleanor lay down on the bed. "Undress me, Pet," she commanded.

Carefully I did her bidding, trembling as my mouth gravitated to her small, perfect breasts and sucked on the hard pink nipples.

From there, my tongue and lips traveled down her flat stomach. I licked her bellybutton then nuzzled her short, curly pubic hair. The rich fragrance of her pussy beckoned me.

Taking the plunge, I pressed my mouth against her cunt lips while Eleanor's firm thighs clamped tight around my ears. I couldn't move except for my tongue, which flicked in and out of her slit, striking sparks against her clit.

Grinding her quim against my mouth, Eleanor suddenly went stiff and groaned. A torrent of sweet honey flowed from her snatch, and my tongue went into overdrive, trying to capture every blessed drop.

Finally, she released her vise grip, and I fell back on the bed. Eleanor hovered over me, squeezing and stretching my nipples with one hand while she fucked me with the other. The long torment of that plane ride boiled in my cunt as her fingers stirred me closer and closer to a hot climax, continuously pulling back to keep me on edge.

Then, all of a sudden, the world started tumbling and spinning, driving me crazy with lust as one orgasm crashed into the next. We spent the rest of the night locked in raunchy raw sex. All I wanted was to please her, and the more I did, the harder I came.

I woke up naked, horny and alone: no Eleanor and no clothes.

Still, I felt surprisingly energized. Rolling out of bed, I headed toward the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror couldn't have been more cheerful, grinning at me beneath its layer of smeared makeup and Eleanor's dried pussy juice. Anyone who saw me would know how I'd spent my evening.

I turned on the shower and stepped in. The spray made me feel all tingly, and I lathered my breasts, letting the water flow over them. Impulsively, I cupped them and lowered my head to suck the nipples, getting them nice and spiky.

All my life I had thought my chest was too big and had hated the way guys let their attention drift down to my breasts when they talked to me. Now, I realized that my knockers were my best feature – the main reason guys talked to me at all, and why a smart, gorgeous young woman like Eleanor would bother with me.

Toiletries had been laid out, and once I shampooed, I lathered up my pussy hair. Carefully, I slid the razor through my thick bush, touching and pulling at the area around my pussy until it was completely bare. When all the hair was gone, I took a warm washcloth and cleaned away the remaining shaving cream. "Much better," I thought, spreading my pussy lips to admire my bare cunt.

On a stand beside the sink, I found cosmetics. I began by gelling my hair, brushing my locks until they glistened. Then I put on lipstick. It was bright red, and I applied it nice and thick. I finished up with eye shadow. It had sparkles embedded in it and looked like something a high school girl might wear. I winked a few times. The effect was so cute it made me giggle.

Still naked, not bothering with a towel, I headed back to the bedroom. A man was standing there, waiting for me. I tried to scream and instead froze with my mouth wide open and my hands raised alongside my face.

"Nice," he said. He was stocky, probably in his early twenties with unruly black hair and piercing green eyes. Still frozen, I waited while he circled around me. Finally, he commanded me to relax, and my hands fell to my sides. Instantly a buzzing, tingling sensation filled my head and radiated down my body. It was intensely pleasurable, and I found myself beginning to sway.

"Oops," he said, "too strong. I guess I'm overdoing it a bit."

I had no idea what he was talking about, and I really didn't care. He stepped toward me, and I sunk to my knees. Fumbling with his belt, I managed to get his pants open then eased them down his legs. His wonderful young shaft came into view. It was still soft but swelling rapidly. I took it into my mouth and worked it as far down my throat as I could.

Slowly and sensuously at first then picking up speed, I bobbed up and down on his cock. My nipples were hard, and my cunt was dripping, sending a rivulet of pussy juice down my thighs. I could sense he was about to come, and I went into overdrive, frantically ramming his member down my throat. When he came, it was like a fountain: warm, salty and exhilarating, and I managed to swallow every precious drop.

"Thanks," I heard myself say when he finally released his cock. I gave him a sparkly wink. "That was yummy."

Well, good," he said with a grin. "It's the only breakfast you're going to get."

Clothes had been laid out on the bed, and I started getting dressed. There was no underwear. The jean skirt looked like it was intended for someone much younger and shorter than me. It barely covered the curve of my ass. The pink tank top was almost as revealing. I had never liked the bare stomach look, and without a bra, my breasts would jiggle and bounce like crazy. Finally there were shoes, extra narrow with heels so high I would virtually have to walk on my toes.

"As I modeled the outfit for him, a thought came into my head. "Can you tell I'm not wearing underwear?" I asked. "I don't want to show too much."

"Turn around and bend over," he said. "Let's see."

I did his bidding and could feel the jean skirt hiking up my ass and the air on my bare sex.

"Looks fine to me," he said.

After that, he had me raise my arms above my head. The half shirt rode up, exposing the bottom of my breasts. Satisfied, I tugged the shirt back into place. My new outfit was perfectly fine. I just had to be careful not to lift my arms, sit down or bend over.

Together, we left the hotel room and started down the hall. My new shoes ****** me to take wobbly baby steps, and I was acutely aware of my tits jiggling in my tiny tank top.

The elevator door opened. Another couple was already inside. My eyes turned immediately to the woman. Wow, what a slut. A face like a painted doll. Nipples like thumbtips, so big and hard they practically poked holes in the thin fabric of her top. She had a nice belly, which was a good thing. You could see every bit of it to about an inch above her pubes.

As for her skirt, it could possibly have made an adequate belt. It barely reached the top of her thighs. No doubt she kept the guys down on the street corner happy. But what on earth was she doing in a respectable business hotel?

I stepped forward, and she moved toward me. My heart lurched as I suddenly realized the back wall was a mirror, and I had been staring at myself.

"Great outfit," Alex said. His hand went to my bare back to lead me forward.

"Thanks," I said, preening for a moment in the mirror. "You don't think it makes my tits look too big."

"Nope," he said as the elevator door closed. "Everyone loves your big tits."

Eyes turned to follow us as Alex led me through the hotel lobby. In my towering come-fuck-me heels, I couldn't move very fast, and his hand on my bare back was sending electric tingles along my spine, making it difficult to concentrate. Luckily for me, we didn't have far to go. Alex's car was parked right out front.

Ever the gentleman, he held open the door for me. As I got in, my short skirt hiked up, flashing my ass and cunt. Self-consciously, I tried to tug the hem down, but when I finished, I could still feel the cold leather of the seat on my bare butt.

Reaching across, Alex allowed his hand to brush over my tits as he buckled me in. He started the car, and we scooted into traffic. Occasionally, he would glance over at me, and I would give him a wide grin. I felt great without a single care in the world.

Eventually we parked in front of a seedy looking bar in a rundown neighborhood.

"Ready?" Alex asked, unhooking my seatbelt.

"For what?" a voice that could have been mind asked.

"Oops. Way too strong," Alex said, after a moment adding, "How about now?"

"Sure," I said. "I'm ready. For anything." I gestured with my arm. My body followed. If it hadn't been for the seatbelt, I would have toppled into Alex's lap."

"Okay," he said with a laugh. "You're ready. Let's do this thing." He released the belt holding me upright at the same time.

Again I made an absolute spectacle of myself getting out of the car. Alex guided me to the bar's entrance where a tall teenager, a few years younger looking than him, guarded the door. "The boy relaxed his vigilance as we approached, eying me up and down before locking in on my tits. I didn't mind. They were, after all, my best feature.

They talked for a while, but I was too distracted to pay attention. Alex's hand had slipped under my skirt onto my bare ass, and he was running a finger up and down the crack, lightly stroking my pussy. If he didn't stop feeling me up, I was going to come all over his fingers.

"Well, good luck," the boy in the doorway said. "Everyone's inside." His glance slipped down to my groin, watching as I tried to discreetly thrust myself against Alex's fingers.

"Thanks," Alex replied, removing his hand. I had been about an inch away from coming. "Hang around after the show, and I'll see if I can get you a turn."

The bar was surprisingly crowded for a Saturday morning. About a dozen guys, all about college age, were sitting around or playing pool. Alex led me to a booth, and this time I didn't even bother trying to adjust my skirt. Leaving me there, he went up to the front of the room to talk with the bartender, a fit looking middle-aged man, completely bald with a neatly trimmed goatee. Alex returned with two mugs of beer.

For some reason, I felt really thirsty and I chugged my beer in record time, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth. "I want to play pool," I said, surprising myself. "Those guys playing aren't very good. I'm going to hustle them."

"Have you played before?" Alex asked with a grin.

"Sure," I lied. "Anyway it doesn't look that hard."

Getting up, I minced over to the pool table. The bar had gotten completely silent. Hey, guys," I said. "How about a game?"

"Okay," one of the players, a guy named Mike, said. He obviously worked out and was showing off his physique in a tight t-shirt and jeans. He looked me up and down. "What's the bet?" he asked.

"My clothes against 50 bucks," I replied.

"You're on," Mike said with a grin. The poor fool didn't know it yet, but I was about to utterly humiliate him. And it wasn't even a good bet. There was no way my flimsy tank top and skirt could be worth that kind of money.

There was some cheering from around the bar, and everyone but the bartender and Alex moved closer. Mike broke and got lucky, sinking three balls.

This was going to be easy, I thought as I surveyed the layout and lined up my shot. I reached my left arm forward to bridge the cue. My shirt rode up, exposing my breast. As I leaned forward, my skirt followed, so there I was flashing my cunt and ass again. But so what? I had more important things to think about.

I took my shot and missed. I stood upright, and my clothes readjusted somewhat, but half of my breast was still exposed as was the bottom of my ass cheeks. The guys clapped for me, and I rewarded them by blowing kisses.

With a scowl, Mike lined up his shot and dispatched two more balls. This time when I stretched out to shoot, my shirt came all the way off my breast. Refusing to allow myself to be distracted by my dangling tits, I took my shot and sank a ball then missed the next shot. This time the shirt didn't fall back down, leaving my breasts completely exposed.

There was more clapping, and I watched in dismay as Mike ran the table, leaving just the eight ball. It was going to be a difficult shot, and I decided to distract him. Standing across from him, I placed my pool cue between my breasts and puckered my lips, blowing softly across the tip. It didn't work. He banked the cue ball, nudging the eight into the pocket.

"Okay, doll face," Mike said. "Time to pay up." He set his cue on the table.

I couldn't believe he had beaten me. Disgusted, I shucked off the tank top and flung it on the table. Then I pushed my skirt down, letting it slither to the floor and stepped out of it. There was a loud cheer as I bent from the hips to pick it up and toss it next to the tank top.

"I'm keeping the shoes," I said and started to flounce away. But then, a sudden thought occurred to me, and I turned around.

I want a rematch," I said.

"What're you going to put up this time?" Mike asked. "I don't want your shoes."

"If I win, I get my clothes back," I said. "If you win, you guys can do whatever you want with me."

"Deal," he said, quickly racking the balls.

Mike broke, this time starting the game by running three balls.

Finally, he missed. Being naked in front of all these guys was getting to me. Deliberately spreading my legs, I bent low over the table to line up my shot. My tits hung down, their hard nipples almost grazing the felt. Someone came up from behind, his groin pressing into my ass. One hand circled my waist while the other went between by thighs, homing in on my cunt. Somehow I missed the shot.

Mike pocketed two more balls. I tried my best, but by now my concentration was gone. I got one final try and was lucky to even hit the cue ball.

I had lost again.

Mike and one of the other guys promptly hoisted me onto the pool table, dumping me on my ass. I turned toward Alex, still sitting at the booth, and he lifted his mug toward me and grinned. For a moment my mind went fuzzy, and I felt a jolt of raw energy.

Rising to my knees, I cupped my breasts, holding them out to the crowd. The nipples were already hard, and I lowered my head, sucking one then the other until they glistened with saliva, just as I had practiced earlier that day in the hotel shower.

Then, getting up on my hands and knees, I wagged my ass and shook my jugs so they swayed from side to side. God, I was such a slut. Here I was with a great bunch of guys, and all I cared about was getting my holes filled.

After a moment, Mike and one of the other guys clambered up on the table, one at either end. I was pleased to see their cocks were nice and hard. Everyone but Alex and the bartender had gathered close and were cheering us on.

Hands gripped my butt. I was already wet with anticipation as Mike pressed his hard prick to my chute and slowly worked it in. Meanwhile, his buddy positioned himself by my face so his dick brushed up against my nose. Instinctively, I opened wide. It was only my second blowjob, but I've always been a fast learner. What I discovered now was that every dick tastes and feels different. And lucky me, I had a whole roomful to sample.

Mike came first, filling me with hot jism. As he pulled out, he gave my ass a friendly swat. The pain mingled with pleasure, bringing me that much closer to an orgasm. His place was quickly taken by someone else. I would have groaned with delight if my throat wasn't stuffed with cock. I could sense the guy in my mouth was getting close. At the last moment, he pulled out and blasted his load all over my face.

After a while, I was on my back with someone straddling my tits while I blew him. Another someone was holding my legs open wide as he drilled me. When the guy in my mouth came, I collected his cum in my mouth. Once he dismounted, I let it spew in bands down my chin and onto my tits. Judging from the reaction, that was a real crowd pleaser, which made me very happy.

I felt fingers playing with my asshole, and the next thing I knew there was a cock working its way up my butt while another one fucked my cunt. When another cock plunged down my throat, I started coming. The prick inside my asshole exploded first. Then the other two blasted off, one right after the other, triggering my orgasm. I came so hard I saw stars.

From that point on, all a guy had to do was wave his cock anywhere near me, and I practically came. Some of the guys did me just once. Others returned a couple times. But as each guy finished, he got dressed and left. By the end of the gangbang, I was all alone on the pool table, wearing a big grin, limbs spread wide and a puddle of spunk between my legs.

For the first time in a long while, my thoughts were clear. I knew everything that had happened to me, but I didn't care. Alex and the middleaged man who had been behind the bar were now standing alongside me. From behind, a hand reached out and stroked my hair. I looked up, my heart lurching in response. Eleanor was back.

"Well done, Pet," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss my cheek.

"Congratulations, Alex," the bartender was saying, except he seemed much too important to be a mere bartender.

"A very impressive display," he continued. "The effects you achieved were heavy without being heavy handed. You completely dominated the subject, even humiliated her, with her full cooperation."

"Thank you, professor," Alex said, trying without much success to look humble.

"Best of all," the bald man added, "you did it without causing any permanent damage. She'll remember the incident, possibly even savor it, but it's not like she's now some insatiable cum-hungry nymphomaniac with a billiard fetish."

Alex made a pleased murmuring sound, and there was a moment of silence.

"Perhaps you would be so good as to tell me what our first rule of engagement is," the man continued.

"Catch and release," Alex replied promptly. "Impose our will, have our fun then throw them back about the same as we found them."

"Just so," the man said somberly. "Thank you. You're free to go, Alex. I'll be recommending that the committee graduates you with highest honors."

Alex hesitated, as though wrestling with a decision. Finally he said, "There is one other thing, professor. The kid guarding the door – I think his name is Peter – I promised him he could ..."

"Right, right. Of course," the professor said with an indulgent smile. "It was very presumptuous of you, but under the circumstances, we can allow it."

Peter had come inside and was hanging at the back of the room, trying not to be conspicuous, listening without being too obvious about it. He beamed now.

"Ah the impetuousness of youth," the professor went on. "What we have here," he pointed in my direction, "is an exhausted, mindfucked slut. She's just taken on all his classmates; she's drenched in cum, and Peter wants a turn too. Well, why not?" The professor made a shooing motion with his hand. "Now go," he said to Alex, "and tell Peter to wait outside. He's supposed to be guarding the door. Perhaps you could remind him of his role in this little event."

Once Alex was gone, he turned his attention to Eleanor. She looked very ladylike, dressed for the occasion in a light blue sun dress.

"As for you, young lady," he began, "your behavior has been truly reprehensible. You've turned a perfectly respectable businesswoman into your lovesick lesbian sex slave. And in the process, you fucked up her mind so completely that there's no way to undo the damage." As he spoke, his eyes blazed up with anger.

Eleanor wisely refused to look at him, bowing her head and staring fixedly at the floor. I had the impression she wasn't really very sorry for what she had done, and I was proud of her.

"If your parents weren't such important and powerful people and so very generous in their support of our little institute, I would probably send them a full report," he continued. "Instead, I believe we'll give you another opportunity, and this time, you'll do it right. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly," Eleanor said. She finally looked up at him. "Thank you, professor. I appreciate it, and I promise I won't disappoint you."

"See that you don't. Now, get this unfortunate young woman out of here. Take her to Peter then get her back home. I'll expect you in my office first thing Monday morning."

"Yes, sir," Eleanor said with just a hint of relief. "You won't be sorry."

"I'm never sorry," he shot back, "and apparently neither are you. What you still need to learn is a healthy respect for authority." And with that, he turned his back on her and walked away.

Peter didn't last very long, not that I'm complaining. By this point, I was so orgasmic that there was no such thing as a bad fuck anymore. The moment he stuck it in me, I started moaning and bucking. From the way he strutted around afterwards, you could tell he was pretty pleased with himself.

Afterwards, once I was cleaned up, Eleanor and I headed back out to the street. "Okay, Pet," she said. "You heard the man. Flag us a ride home."

A heavyset guy – probably in his late twenties, wearing a knit shirt and saggy cargo pants – was coming out of the ****** store.

"Excuse me, sugar," I said, raising my hand to get his attention. My tank top promptly lifted, flashing the bottom half of my boob.

He stopped abruptly, a look of surprise on his face, most likely at seeing someone like me on a respectable city street in the middle of the afternoon.

"I have a teensy little favor to ask," I continued, mincing toward him with the biggest, sparkliest smile I could muster. "I'm kinda stuck here and I was wonderin' if you might be able to help a girl out."

I raised my hand again, this time to lightly touch his shirt. My boob peeked out again. "If you give me a ride home, I'm going to be very grateful." I didn't bother to mention that home was about 400 miles away.

"How grateful," he wanted to know, instantly suspicious.

"Sugar," I said, "I'm a really good cocksucker. At least, that's what the guys tell me, and I bet you've got a real nice dick. But neither of us is ever gonna find out if we don't stop talkin.' So what's it going to be?"

His answer was obvious. Handing his ****** store purchase to Eleanor, he took my hand and led me into a trash-strewn alley behind the building. I glanced back at Eleanor who smiled and gave me a big thumb's up.

There was a brick wall lined with garbage cans. He picked a spot between them and leaned back with his hands behind his head, content to let me do all the work.

Bending forward from the waist to avoid contact with the filthy pavement, I expertly unzipped him and fitted his cock between my lips. I was proud of my resourcefulness and dexterity. Not everyone could perform such a demanding maneuver. And we weren't really hidden from the street. Anyone who turned their head as they walked by would see my bare ass bobbing up and down while I blew him.

He took his time but rewarded me with a wad of cum, which I managed to swallow without spilling a single drop. Once he was done, he simply grunted, rezipped himself and headed up the alley, leaving me to slowly and daintily pick my way through the garbage.

"Well, that was a waste of time," I thought. But when I got back to the sidewalk, Derek, that was his name, was sitting in his SUV with the motor running, waiting for me, so I guess I had misjudged him.

Eleanor and I piled into the backseat. Once we were settled, she handed me Derek's bottle of ******, which turned out to be gin. I took a couple of swigs to wash down the residue of cum still coating my mouth. It had an oily taste and scalded my throat, making me shudder before radiating through my body and suffusing me what a wonderful sense of well being.

While Derek drove, I snuggled beside Eleanor, resting my head on her lap while she stroked my hair. After a while, I was between her thighs, licking her cunt like a big house cat nuzzling cream. Eleanor came quietly. Her hips clenched, and her hand went to the back of my head, pressing my mouth to her sex.

"Well done, Pet," she whispered in my ear. Her hand was on my haunch now, occasionally delving to my cleft to keep me simmering. "What a shame I'm going to have to throw you back."

The warmth of her body and the gin were making me drowsy. When I awoke Eleanor was driving, and I was straddling Derek's thighs. His cock was buried in my slot, and he was sucking my nipples as I pistoned myself up and down on his pole. Apparently I was such a good fuck I could even do it in my *****. Sensing he was close, I picked up the pace and was rewarded by a hot blast of cum. My grateful cunt spasmed around his cock, and I cried out in pleasure, collapsing over him.

The rest of the trip is a ******* jumble, out of focus fragments more like hallucinations than actual memories: a gas station, a highway rest stop, a staircase. The details escape me.

I woke up in my own bed with the late afternoon sun streaming through the bedroom window. My head throbbed violently, I had an upset stomach, and my entire body ached. When I sat up, I barely recognized the slutty-looking creature staring back at me from my bedroom mirror.

Somehow I managed to crawl into work on Monday. To my amazement, no one seemed to notice anything different about me.

Six months have gone by now, and mostly what I feel is an overwhelming ache left by Eleanor's absence. Sometimes when the pain gets too intense, I don my slutwear and trawl the clubs trying to find a young woman who reminds me of Eleanor. If she has a boyfriend or a girlfriend, they can both have me.

One thing alone gives me hope. A few days after I came back, I stepped out of the shower and noticed it – a bright red tattoo on my left butt cheek: the letters EP about an inch high. I don't remember getting it. But EP – that must stand for Eleanor's Pet. So it turns out she hasn't abandoned me completely.

In the morning and before I go to bed, I make a point of looking at the tattoo and letting my hand linger on it. At work, when I'm sure no one is around, I go into the bathroom, turn my back to the mirror and flip up my skirt to get a glimpse. I've stopped wearing panties to make the maneuver easier.

Eleanor, I miss you and I need you. I'm desperate. If you're reading this, please, please come back for me. Your pet is waiting ... always.

The End

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Fairmaiden Under Mind Control


Raccoon City. A large city. Crime rate was pretty high and it kept on getting lower and lower, thanks to criminals being put behind bars. The cause: Raccoon City's champion superheroine.

Fairmaiden flew above the city buildings. Thanks to her, many criminals really are behind bars, cursing the name Fairmaiden, for their ordeal in prisons, especially male criminals, who were afraid to take showers, whenever a bar of soap falls down.

Fairmaiden was a sexy superheroine. She had short Blonde hair, wears a white lycra, a pink cape, with yellow boots and gloves to go with it. She was a descendant of the Greek Goddess Athena and she made it her goal to fight evil, whenever she sees it. She had closed down many **** operations, illegal brothels, arm trades and even police corruption. She was over 6 foot, with breasts that were 40D in size and her bosom had a cut off, that met in the end.

While flying above the building, she was starting to wonder if there was still a reason for her to fight crime. As she could stare straight at the sun, the rays and brightness of the sun, had no effect on her, being of Goddess-descent.

But day time and night time were separate. When nightfall comes, she has to come out again. There was an old saying. When things are too quite, something's going on.

* * *

It was night time. The city looked so beautiful. So quite, except for the noise from the traffic jam. All of a sudden, Fairmaiden felt funny. She sensed a great power. She had never sensed a power this strong before. It meant one thing, that there must be Gods at work, Greek Gods or foreign gods.

Fairmaiden followed the aura, of where she sensed it. She flew, tracking it down with her super sense. Her trail led her to an old abandoned warehouse, not far from some docks but also far from the main part of the city. There were lights inside.

Fairmaiden broke through the closed window. She thought that she must be up against a threat. Once inside the warehouse, she could see who was behind all this. Down below her, were the local mafia, who must have gone on, into hiding.

Fairmaiden landed on the warehouse ground. "What's going on here?", demanded Fairmaiden. She could see two men, and a woman. The woman was the sister of Rupert Thorne, Amelia Thorne. She recognized them instantly. Fairmaiden noticed that she held something in her hand: an Egyptian style necklace, that was BIG and had inscriptions on it.

Fairmaiden wasn't sure if Amelia was into some criminal activities. "Well well well. If it isn't our local superheroine", chuckled Amelia. The two guys she was with, had guns. Fairmaiden had nothing to fear from bullets, since she was invincible and had super strength. Fairmaiden asked Amelia, "What is that you are holding?", asked Fairmaiden, thinking that Amelia was up to no good.

Amelia held the Egyptian amulet before Fairmaiden's eyes, saying, "Something that I purchased." Fairmaiden wanted to ask Amelia, if she was up to something but the Amulet was affecting her mind. "Stay there, Fairmaiden", suggested Amelia. Fairmaiden wanted to move and protect but her mind was in another world, a dream world. This amulet had strange powers, and even over a goddess.

While Fairmaiden was mystically paralyzed and under the power of the HOLDER OF THE AMULET, Amelia walked towards Fairmaiden, saying, "I did my homework and have connections here and there."

Amelia put the necklace around Fairmaiden's neck. Amelia smiled and her two goons chuckled. "I have you to thank, as for why I am in charge now. Too bad most of my brother's men are behind bars", said Amelia. Amelia was making the amulet hang out well around her captive's neck. "You were this city's greatest champion, Fairmaiden. But now that this amulet is around your neck, you must obey the person who places this on your neck."

While Amelia was cold and walking around her new SLAVE, her two thugs were laughing. The first thug tells the second thug, "It is so funny. She is a goddess and now is under the power of us mere mortals". The second thug replies, "How do you think them Greek Gods were defeated."

Amelia looked at her two men. She smiled. "You know what this means, boys. We can be in business. And better yet. There is no one to stand in our way". Amelia looked back at the blank faced Fairmaiden. "Not as long as we have her."

* * *

A week had passed. Criminal activities still happen in secret. Amelia managed to have more men working for her now, since the absence of Fairmaiden had made them brave enough to listen to her words.

Many women from Eastern Europe were brought over and ****** to work in brothels owned by Amelia's mafia syndicate. Even the **** and arms trade was back and was profiting Amelia a lot.

But as for Fairmaiden, what was happening to her.

Baxter Building

It was a building owned by a company, but the head of this company...was Amelia Thorne. Since it was night time, she was having dinner with many other criminal syndicate leaders.

They were all inside the dining room, with Amelia sat at the head of the table. The men whom she was having dinner with, with leaders of much smaller crime syndicates. Certain sums of their profits, went to Amelia. She was as ruthless as her brother, Rupert, but she now also had another back up and right now, they were dining on it.

Fairmaiden lied naked on the table. She was like those women who worked in Japanese sushi restaurants, the type that let men ate food off their naked bodies. Fairmaiden lied still and Amelia and the other men used chop sticks to eat sushi and sashimi off Fairmaiden's body. The only thing she had on, was the amulet around her neck. Amelia told them that she decided to put ornaments and decorations on her favourite acquired new slave.

The criminal leaders chuckled to themselves. The great and all powerful Fairmaiden, now being dined on. They have nothing to fear now. Amelia picked a sushi off the right breast of Fairmaiden. Fairmaiden just stared at the ceiling.

"So as you can see, I have tamed the mighty Fairmaiden and now, here she lies, serving my every need and does everything I tell her to", Amelia saying to the leaders, in a cold and ruthless tone. Amelia address Fairmaiden, "Isn't that right, slave". Fairmaiden answered robotically, "I am Fairmaiden, once superheroine and now personal slave to Amelia Thorne".

The leaders laughed, watching what has become of the former superheroine. They kept on taking food off her body. After the food was cleaned off her body, Fairmaiden had her new lackey leaders swear allegiance to her. In return for their loyalty, they would all get a treat.

On another side of the building, was a large room. In the middle of it, was a pole. Fairmaiden danced sexily for them and all around her, were the leaders of the other syndicates, ********, smoking and taking *****. They were enjoying their form of entertainment.

The Sicilian mafia boss said, "Look at this bitch dance for us". The Russian and Yakuza Boss were discussing, about starting a new white slave trade, and what they had in mind, defeated Russian and Japanese superheroines. The bitch heroines of Moscow and Tokyo would earn them loads of $$$$.

After Fairmaiden danced for them, she had to give each leader a blow job. She had also down a good job ******** all their criminal cum. As she have a blowjob, demeaning comments were being made and the crime boss who was getting his cock sucked, always had his hand on her short Blonde head, keeping her down and reminding her of her place.

But after the blow job, the crime syndicate leaders still wanted more. while Fairmaiden lied on the floor, her back to it, many of the leaders shamelessly started going down on her, all at once. The Yakuza boss had his head buried on her crotch. The Sicilian Mafia leader was sucking on her toe (his fetish). The Russian Mafia Boss was sucking on one nipple and the Jamaican Mafia Boss was sucking on the other nipple. They sucked hard and deep. Fairmaiden was having the sensual feeling of a mortal woman, as she had been ordered to, by Amelia Thorne, sitting in the background and smoking away.Criminal Boss Peter Lane was kissing Fairmaiden on the lips. He always wanted to.

After the men sucked, licked, kissed and fondled her sexy and sweaty body, the men got tired. Fairmaiden was exhausted and felt USED, ****** and RAPED. She wanted to cry, but that was only 10% of her mind, that was still aware of all the things her new mistress was putting her through.

The criminal syndicate leaders finally left, by twelve o' clock midnight. As for slave Fairmaiden, she was in the Jacuzzi mistress with her new mistress, Amelia. Amelia was smoking and her back rested on one end of the Jacuzzi. On the other end, was Fairmaiden. She was staring at Amelia.

"Come closer dear", ordered Amelia. Fairmaiden answered, "Yes mistress." Fairmaiden moved closer. On the side of the Jacuzzi, was a small wooden table. On it, was a bottle. Amelia looked at Fairmaiden's new necklace and then was fondling it, "That looks good on you". Fairmaiden was just staring at her zombie-like.

Amelia then grabbed the wine bottle and she then poured some over Fairmaiden's breasts. Amelia smiled at Fairmaiden and then started lapping her tongue away, on the nipples. Lesbian fun was good for Amelia. Her lips were touching the reddish liquid. It tasted good and Amelia then was licking and kissing at the wine-covered Goddess nipples.

After that, Amelia had a sense of evil feeling. Amelia could be nice and caressing one moment but in the next, her more ****** side took over. She picked up her cigarette on the wooden table and then she remembered. Fairmaiden's powers still work, but that Amelia could ask Fairmaiden to be mortal one moment and superpowerful the next.

Amelia stared at those round pink nipples. She smiled WICKEDLY. She put the burnt end of her cigarette on Fairmaiden's right breast's nipple. Amelia had one command for now, "I WANT YOU TO BE LIKE A WOMAN". Fairmaiden's powers would comply with Fairmaiden shifting herself, and under Amelia's instructions.

The moment the cigarette touched Fairmaiden's right nipple, she screamed and cried, tears flowing down.

AAHHHHHHHHHH

Amelia laughed cruelly. She laughed watching another woman get hurt. After she BLACKENED Fairmaiden's mortalized right nipple, she then did it on the left nipple.

AAAHHHHH

"Now, lie your back down on the other end", roughly ordered Amelia. Fairmaiden rested her back, against the other end of the Jacuzzi. Fairmaiden was crying and moaning in pain. She had two black nipples now. Amelia laughed. She had hurt the very superheroine, who seemed untouchable to the rest. Amelia succeeded, where all criminals had failed. She had not only enslaved Fairmaiden, but had also used her to get other criminals to come under her wing and also inflict GBH (grievous bodily harm) on Fairmaiden.

Amelia went back for the bottle and she poured some more on the BLACKENED NIPPLES. The moment the wine splashed on Fairmaiden's nipples, she screamed again.

AAHHHHHHH

After half an hour, the crying Fairmaiden just rested her back and she cried in pain. "Ok Fairmaiden, become your Goddess self again", ordered Amelia. Within a second, Fairmaiden's nipples came back to normal and her face no longer cried but was that of a zombie's.

"What fun we shall have", said Amelia, as she fondles her slaves' breasts and nipples.

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Rude Awakening

My wife had gone away for a weekend naturists convention, but I refused to ever attend them because although at 38 years old, 5'5" and 132 pounds I am not in horrible shape, I am lacking and very very self conscious in one area. Flaccid, my poor pink penis stands at only ¾ of an inch and has the circumference of a Vienna Sausage. I was constantly taunted in gym class as I was growing up, so I vowed never to be naked in public again.

Donna, my beautiful 18 year old ******** begged and pleaded for her equally gorgeous classmate Susan to ***** over, so I caved in and said yes. Eleven PM turned into midnight and the giggling and rap music blasting from her bedroom didn't allow me to *****. Finally I was able to doze off around 3:00 a.m. after inserting some plastic earplugs.

I normally don't ***** past 7:00 on weekends, but at ten o'clock I was jolted awake, and when I tried to bolt upright I found that my shoulders and arms were securely pinned to the mattress.

Sitting on top of me, dressed in her sheer blue baby doll nighie was my 5'4" 128 pound ********. She had my upper body totally immobilized as she smiled down at me and said "Time to get up Daddy. Susan and I are famished."

"Oh Honey, just go eat some cereal. Daddy's tired."

Still holding me firmly, she began to tickle my sides causing me to laugh until I nearly lost my breath. Finally she agreed to stop her attack after I told her I would get up and fix eggs and bacon.

She got a gleam in her eyes and said, "Remember when we used to wrestle, and I told you that I was going to beat you someday? I bet you can't get away from me now."

Both Donna and Susan played every sport offered by their high school and not only did they have beautiful shapely bodies, but the taut sexy "aerobicized" musculature just added their healthy girl next door good looks. As I looked at the firm shapely arms holding me down, I was beginning to doubt that I actually could escape, so I tried to play it off without trying and said, "OK, you win. Now release me so I can fix breakfast."

"Daddy, You're not trying! Now REALLY try."

As she repositioned her self and firmed up the grip on me I could see her beautiful 36C breasts sway provocatively under the transparent material. It looked like there was no way out, and I figured I could still beat her even though she was in perfect condition, because I was a male and also had an inch on her in height and outweighed her by four pounds.

I silently counted to three and was going to explode with power, throwing her off of me in a lightening move. I pushed up, throwing everything I had into it with a huge grunt, but I remained motionless below her and pinned to the bed.

"Is that it? Wow, I thought I might be able to beat you now, but I didn't think I could do it that easily."

"I just woke up Baby, and I only gave it half an effort," I lied.

"Okay Daddy, try again this time for real."

I counted to three once again, took a deep breath, and once again strained and struggled to unseat her, but came up with the same results. I was totally pinned and my little girl was under complete control.

She had a huge smile on her face and she turned her head to the opened door and yelled, "Susan, come here quick."

Before I could react, Susan came rushing in yelling, "What's wrong Donna?"

"Nothing's wrong. This is just so awesome and cool. I just proved that I am stronger than my Dad, and beat him at wrestling."

I scoffed, telling her that I could escape at any time, but she was dead set on proving to both me and to a wide-eyed Susan that she actually was physically stronger than I was.

"Watch this Suze," and my young tormenter spread my arms above my head into a "Y" and captured my legs and spread them into a painful grapevine hold. I cried out my ********** almost instantly as I thought she would tear my crotch in two.

"That is sooooo cool Donna. Can I try?"

"Sure Suze." She slowly rose to pin my shoulders under her knees once again, then as Susan reached the side of the bed, she rolled off and released me.

I thought that would be my chance to escape so I lurched up into a sitting position, but Susan was on my in a flash, my struggles short lived as I was once again under total control of this young teen. Susan even pinned me quicker than Donna because she was 5'7" and 143 pounds of feminine muscle.

Donna did a happy dance and shouted, "And the World Champions are the tag team of Dynamite Donna and Make 'Em Sore Suze."

Susan laughed and flexed her impressive biceps as she looked down at me and smiled.

"Since we both proved we could kick his butt, what do you say we have a little fun with him Donna?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, what if we stripped him and made him do things for us? Kinda like our own little slave."

At the thought of being naked in front of the two teens I bucked and screamed, "That's enough girls. Now lets stop this and get some breakfast."

"Stop squirming Daddy. I like Susan's idea," and she proceeded to pull the sheet off me so I lay totally pinned in just my jockey shorts. Donna kneeled on the bed and grabbed the sides of my shorts with her two hands and in one smooth motion pulled them over my thighs and calves.

"Oh my Gawd"

"What Donna? What's wrong?"

When she was finally able to stop laughing she took my member in between her two fingers and held it up straight for Susan to see and said, "This is what's wrong. It is just wrong that this should be classified as a male sex organ."

Susan gasped and said, "Wow, that IS amazing. Have you ever seen one that small before?"

"Never, and I have seen plenty at the Nudist events I go to with my Mom. It's wrinkly too. I'll bet he uses it a lot to masturbate with."

I had never in my life been more mortified as it brought back painful memories of my gym class tauntings.

"Donna Jane Summers, you and Susan release me at this instant or you will be severely punished young lady."

"Oh Daddy, don't be silly. I think both of us have clearly proven that you are no match for us physically, so things will be a little different around here from now on."

"What do you mean...different?"

"I mean you are going to allow me a lot more privileges around here, plus you will do all my wash, including my dirty panties...something I'm sure you won't mind since I saw you sniffing them in the laundry room last week. In addition to the wash, you will clean my room once a week, and also service me sexually in anyway I demand."

I screamed, "This is ludicrous! I won't do it!"

Donna grabbed my balls causing a painful jolt to course through my body.

"Pl...Please" I stammered through ragged labored breathing. "Oh my God! Arrrrgh! Please let go...I can't stand it. I'll do whatever you ask?"

"Everything....for Susan too."

"Ahhhhh...yes...everything....for Susan too."

"Great then. I will be back in a minute."

As she headed out the door, Susan stopped her by saying, "Donna..wait...wait. Would you mind if while you are gone, I gave your Dad a pre-breakfast snack?"

Donna chuckled, and said "You're such a naughty little girl. Go for it," and she proceeded out my door to the kitchen."

Susan smiled at me and reached down to the ends of her skimpy nightie and drew it up over her head revealing her massive but firm young breasts. I had seen them previously under the confines of her bathing suit, but nothing prepared me for the vision before me, and I could feel my small penis start to stir.

Still holding my shoulders captive under her knees, she reached down and squirmed from side to side to remove her panties. Slowly she reversed her position and showed me what had to be the most beautiful ass I had ever seen as it was slowly lowered to my nose and lips. Her vagina was covered in a thick mass of dark curly hair, which was quite new to me since my wife kept hers completely shaved.

Susan had not had her morning shower, so the scent of her ass and pussy was overpowering, yet intoxicating, causing my cock to stiffen further to its full 3 inches.

"Looks like you are enjoying Susan's snack Daddy. My goodness. Must be at least two and a half inches."

I thought to myself, 'Jesus Christ, couldn't she even allow me my full three inches?'

"He's slowly getting hungrier by the minute Donna. What you got there?"

"I have a pan of water, washcloth, shaving cream and razor...plus...this..."

While continue to rock on my fast enjoying my probing tongue, Susan exclaimed, "Oh my gosh. You can't be serious. Nail polish?"

I tried to scream out "No!" but my pleas were muffled by Susan's warm smooth ass and moist hairy pussy lips.

I felt Donna position herself facing my feet and grab my right ankle holding my foot stationary. Then I felt it... the small brush start with my smallest toe. Then the next, and next, until finally she reached my big toe and finished.

She sat back on my legs and said "What do you think Suze?"

'They are gorgeous. I think pink is your color Mr. Summers," and they both broke out in a fit of laughter.

She proceeded to polish the toes of my other foot as Susan continued to rock and moan as she rode my hard tongue. First she would make it slide into her tight puckered anus, then she would move back and nearly drown me with the flowing nectar of her hot pussy. She repeated this procedure so that on three occasions she had reached huge orgasm, tightening her legs against my head until I thought it would pop.

Donna rose from my legs and stood beside the bed just as Susan orgasmed for a fourth time.

"OK OK. You've had enough fun. Don't wear him out until I can test drive him. You shave his crotch, while I ride him for awhile."

"Great idea Donna. Enjoy the ride. He has a terrific tongue, even if he is a bit lacking in other areas."

Susan slowly rose and left me spent and gasping for air. I felt like my whole face and body were crushed and as I gently turned my head to the side, I could see my lovely ******** slipping out of her nightie and panties. She was the equal of Susan in beauty though not quite as muscular.

The thought of having sex with my ******** was immoral and I pleaded with her, telling her how wrong it was.

"Daddy, this is the 21st Century. It's done in families all the time," and she proceeded to mount me in the same manner as Susan had. Her scents were just as exotic and intoxicating, though her vagina had a hint more of a salty taste, indicating that she had possibly just urinated. The taste of her bare nether lips was different, though not unpleasant in the least.

Susan placed the pan full of water on the bed and I heard her release the shaving cream from the can and slowly lather up the entire area of my crotch including my small ball sac.

As my ******** rocked back and forth over my aching sore face, I could feel the razor gliding over my sensitive skin. Susan moved my cock and balls from side to side and up and down, creating combination of pleasure mixed with pain, and I remained hard until she completed her task.

"What do you think Donna?"

Donna chuckled at my bald crotch and small cock standing at attention and said "I think he looks like an adorable little boy."

"You're right it is cute. Here, let me try something," and she reached a finger underneath my buttocks, separated my cheeks and quickly inserted her index finger, shocking me and causing my cock to bounce up and down.

This brought more giggling from the young demons, so Susan continued her in and out motion, causing me jerk about twenty more times. I was so happy when she grew tired of her new form of ******* and removed her finger.

"Mind if I suck him off Donna? Steve and I have been dating and having sex for over two years, but I've never been able to deep throat him since he is a huge nine inches. I'd love to take a cock completely in my mouth and throat, and your Dad's is the perfect size."

Donna had already reached two orgasms and continued to rock as I felt Susan's warm wet lips wrap around my small member. It felt incredible and only made me lick Donna's pussy and asshole deeper and faster.

Susan held my balls tightly, squeezing them firmly about every five seconds as she sucked hungrily up and down my small pink shaft. The feeling was incredible and the pain in my balls turned to pleasure as she sucked and then produced a steady pressure on my balls. Once again I felt her finger under my buttocks, but this time it was drawing slow sensual circles around my puckered open, driving me crazy. Every muscle in my body was tightening as I grabbed hold of Donna's ass and drew her more firmly onto my face, now coated in her delicious juices.

Susan could sense that I was nearing my peak and continued to circle the rim of my anus as she sucked and sucked and nearly crushed my tiny balls in her hand. I was delirious with sensations I had never experienced in my life, yet was totally helpless and at the mercy of the two strong teens.

I began to moan uncontrollably and that was the signal Susan needed to gently insert two fingers into my anus. On the third thrust of her fingers my hips bucked and jerked and I shot a huge load of cum into Susan's hot hungry mouth. She proceeded to ***** every drop as I once again drove my tongue deeply into Donna's pussy and brought her to another orgasm.

Both beautiful young women moved off me to the side of the bed and Donna said, "That was very good Daddy. Before the weekend is over, I want to try your teenie-weenie in my pussy. When Mom comes home, I want you to explain our new living arrangement. I'm sure she will understand and be all for it. Right now though, you have some wash to do, and some breakfast to fix. Up and at em."

Slowly I moved to a sitting position and viewed my naked little boy cock for the first time, and my pink toenails. As I headed naked toward the kitchen, I knew that my only hope and salvation would be my wife putting an end to it. My wife unfortunately had a slightly kinky side, so something told me that she would either join in the "fun" or let the teen vixens have free reign of me. I shook my head dejectedly knowing that my freedom to choose my course in my life was now a thing of the past.

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Laura Pays for my Silence

My name is Ryan and I want to tell you about all the fun time i've spent with Laura. I'm a 35 year old guy with a boring job, two kids and a wife that is still hot in a MILF kind of way but that doesn't really make an effort anymore when it comes to sex. We've grown way too comfortable and too used to a routine and I needed something extra in my life. Now let me tell you about Laura. Laura is our next door neighbor, with her perfect husband and perfect kids and perfect life. She is a hot MILF and she's always looking her best with tight skirts, nice cleavage, you know, the type that says: i'm hot and you want to fuck me but I don't give a **** about you. She has short blond hair, she's thin, with small round breasts and an amazing ass. Her eyes are big and blue and her mouth has full, red lips. She seems a bit shy and prude but you can see she's a slut waiting to come out. And luckily I found the perfect opportunity to prove it. My wife threw a party for my birthday and Laura and her hubby were invited along with a few of my friends and people from work. Now we all have that single friend who refuses to marry and fucks everything that moves. Mine was name Jarred and this guy has a wealth of experience when it comes to whores. He's been around, trust me. I saw him looking straight at Laura all night long and the next day at work I asked him about it.

I couldn't believe the answer.

"Man I could have sworn she was a stripper who was a big start at a titty bar I used to go years ago. So I went home, looked around and found it."

He smiled and gave me a picture. It was Jarred and two other guys, obviously ***** and there were two strippers on their lap. One of them was obviously Laura. No doubt about it. A younger, very dirty Laura.

"This was at a bachelor's party I went to. Now tell me it isn't her?"

I couldn't.

"Can I borrow this?" I asked.

"Yeah sure." Jarred answered with a naughty smile.

Next day I went over to Laura's house. Her husband was at work and my wife was out shopping as always so I knew I was safe. She let me in, surprised and I didn't waste any time.

"I know what you used to do before you married John. Does he?

She looked at me, with a surprised and scared look on her face. She was wearing a black dress and my cock was already hard at the thought of making her undress right in front of me.

"Ryan I..."

I showed her the picture and that sealed the deal.

"Don't tell John. I have kids, please, don't tell anyone."

"Well that depends on you."

I sat in the couch.

She knew what I meant.

"Ryan we've known each other for years. I'm best friends with your wife. Please."

"Lift up your dress. Hold it up and let me see what you're wearing under it."

She struggled for a few seconds, thinking and finally she obeyed. She had black lingerie on. I could see she had a shaved pussy.

"Turn around."

I took a long hard look at her ass. My God, it was glorious.

"Bend down."

She did, her ass up in the air.

"Now take off your panties, still bending down."

Again she obeyed and I watched her pretty little asshole and pussy being uncovered and her panties sliding down her legs. I pulled her over to me and shoved my face deep into her ass. She was still holding the skirt of the dress up for me. My tongue went to work in both her holes. She was resisting the pleasure but I knew she had to give in. I slid a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit, while licking her asshole. Finally I turned her around and looked right in her face. She was red, ashamed and I loved it.

"Get naked, now."

She took off the dress, then the black bra and stood there in front of me. I sat back on the couch, smiling.

"Give me a lap dance."

"The music..."

"Fuck the music. Just do it."

She walked over to me and sat on my lap, then started moving up and down, massaging my hard cock with her ass.

"You're a filthy little girl aren't you?" I whispered on her ear.

I ordered her to turn around and ride me. She put her legs around my waist and started dry humping me some more, her tits bouncing with the rhythm, right in front of my face.

"You better do everything I say or the whole neighborhood will know that you were a dirty little whore."

"Yes, i'll do it." She whispered.

"Get on your knees."

She did.

"Now suck my cock."

She opened my zipper, took out my hard cock and put it in her mouth. I owned her now. She sucked as hard as she could. Her lips were wrapped firmly around my cock and she had one hand on my balls and the other jerking me off. I put my right hand on her head and started controlling the rhythm, pushing her face up and down, fucking her mouth. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound she was making sucking my cock. I pushed her face down, her lips going all the way down my cock, deep throating me. When she started to gag I let her up.

I ordered her to go the her room. The bed where John slept with her. Perfect.

"Get on all fours in the bed."

I took off the rest of my clothes, got into bed and pulled her to me. I grabbed her hips and then smacked her ass hard. I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed my cock and slid it into her pussy, all the way to the balls. She moaned, loud. I started riding her from behind, grabbing her ass, her tits bouncing as I fucked her harder and harder. She had the tightest pussy i'd ever fucked. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her tits with the other, pulling her towards my cock, fucking her without mercy. I was almost ready to cum. I turned her around, made her lay on the bed and went to work on her tits, trying not to cum already. I grabbed them gently and licked her nipples, first one, then the other, then sucked on them, pushing her tits into my mouth. She had hard, pink nipples, big, perfect for sucking. She was moaning loud now. She couldn't help but enjoy it. I got in between her legs and slid my cock inside her, still playing with her tits. I started riding her pussy harder and harder, holding her tits in my hands. I pushed my cock in right to the balls, I was completely inside her. I couldn't take it. I took out my cock just as I cummed. I grabbed my cock and cummed all over her stomach and tits.

"So you wont tell anyone?" she asked on the bed, cum all over her, her lipstick all smeared, her hair a mess. I finished getting dressed.

"No, I'll never tell."

"Thank you, Ryan."

"Just as long as you keep being a good girl."

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What's That Smell?



Danny had just started substitute teaching at Exeter Academy, a boys' prep school, and couldn't have been happier. His friends from the master's program were struggling to scrape by, and Danny had come into the favor of the headmaster at the prestigious school. Substituting first, he said, but as soon as a full-time position opened up, it was as good as Danny's.

That knowledge made it a bit easier to bear the unpleasant life of a substitute. The kids were unruly and tested Danny every time he taught, poking and pushing to see how far they could go, how soft he was, and they found all his buttons and pushed them. It was worse than a ******* chamber, these boys, but Danny just kept closing his eyes and chanting in his head, "Just a few more months, just a few more months."

Davis, the headmaster, called Danny into his office one day to talk.

"Look, Danny, I know you're a substitute, but I hear the boys have been giving you an especially hard time."

"Yeah," Danny shrugged, not looking Davis straight in the eye, "It's a little rough sometimes, I'm not so good with discipline."

"Well, it takes time, but once they respect you, it'll be a lot easier. I'd start by showing you mean business. Announce you'll be holding detention for anyone caught misbehaving in any way, and then stick to your guns. You'll see, they'll whine and moan but they'll come around."

"Thanks, Sir," Danny added, smiling a bit and looking up to meet the man's gaze. They shook hands and Danny walked back to class, his posture a little more upright, a little more spring in his step.

"Alright, listen, guys," Danny announced, in a louder, commanding voice, as he strode back into his classroom. The boys all took notice, a bit surprised by the new air of authority Danny brought with him. "You guys have been getting away with ****** in here, but it's time for it to end," Danny continued, "So anyone who breaks any rule at all today, expect to stay here after classes end and write a 500-word essay explaining what you did wrong."

The room erupted in a chorus of groans and complaints. "Teacher, it's not fair!" they whined. Danny paid them no heed and continued conducting class.

Just as the headmaster had predicted, the boys soon realized Danny wasn't playing around and were better-behaved than ever before. So well-behaved they were that Danny excitedly realized as the 5-minute bell sounded that he wouldn't even have to stick around for the detention after all. Even the thread had done the job.

That is, until he turned around to face the class, a minute before class ended, and from the front row, Curtis, a freshman boy, crumpled up a piece of paper and, unmistakably, in plain sight, threw the balled-up paper directly at Danny. It hit him square in the forehead. Curtis smirked.

"Testing, eh?" Danny asked, a bit flustered and getting angrier as he spoke, "Well, I wasn't joking. You're going to be here writing that essay while your classmates are off enjoying their afternoon outside on this beautiful day. I hope you're happy!"

Curtis just sat with that smirk painted right on his face.

After classes ended Danny sat at his desk, sighed loudly, awaiting Curtis's appearance for detention. Why couldn't he have left well enough alone? Now Danny had to cancel his own afternoon plans biking with his girlfriend so he could babysit this snot-nosed little punk. The doorknob rattled, and Danny looked up as Curtis walked into the room, still wearing a faint smirk.

"Curtis, come on, man, why did you have to do that? Did you really think I wouldn't follow through on detention?"

"No, I knew you would," Curtis said confidently, to Danny's surprise.

"Well, then, I don't understand. Don't you want to play outside?"

"Nobody else misbehaved so I knew I'd be the only one here," Curtis said.

"I still don't really understand. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"No, not yet," Curtis said, and sat down at the same desk he took during class, front and center.

"Well, get started so you can get out of here. 500 words on why you shouldn't throw trash at your teacher in class."

Curtis obediently pulled out paper and pencil and sat concentrating. Danny just sat reading a novel, the room silent except for the ticking of the standard prep school wall clock and the scribbling noise of graphite on paper.

"I think I'm done," Curtis finally spoke up, "But I need you to check something for me. Can you come read this paragraph?"

Danny stood up from his chair and walked over, impressed that Curtis would ask for help, and happy to be making a connection finally with one of the students. He sat down at the desk right next to Curtis and leaned over to read the paragraph in question. But as he glanced at the page he saw that most of it was just unintelligible scribbling. Where Curtis was pointing he'd written, in large block letters, "WHAT'S THAT SMELL?"

Danny reacted with a start, ready to yell at the boy for his insubordination. "What is this?" he began.

But as he opened his mouth to utter those words with an angry sneer, Curtis quickly stood and turned to face away from him, so the seat of his pants was right in Danny's face. And then he farted.

It was one of the loudest, longest farts Danny had ever heard, worse than any faked hand-in-armpit or mouthed fart noise, Curtis's uniformed ass let loose with a wet, gassy explosion. Danny barely had time to process what had just happened when it hit him.

The smell was mind-blowingly intense. Danny's nostrils filled up with the stench of the raunchiest fart he'd ever smelled in his life. He couldn't imagine what Curtis had eaten earlier for his farts to smell like this. Danny went to pinch his nose shut but it was too late. He'd already breathed in deeply and then, gagging from the odor, gulped a mouthful of the putrid air down through his mouth. He was coughing too hard to even bother trying to hold his nose.

Curtis turned around with that characteristic smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Teacher, I sure didn't mean to do that."

Danny recovered his breath and sat wheezing for a moment, trying to decide what he was going to do to discipline this disgusting and disobedient young delinquent, until Curtis asked, "How'd it smell, teacher? Did you like that smell?"

Danny started to look up at Curtis in disgust for what could only have been an incredibly smug question from a kid who already knew he was in deep trouble. But before his mouth could form any words, a peculiar thought entered Danny's mind, and before he even realized what he was doing, Danny opened his mouth and said, "I loved the smell."

Curtis's smirk grew wider. "Of course you did. Why don't you get a bit closer this time? I think you need some more."

Curtis turned back around and squatted just a bit, sticking his butt back towards Danny's face. Danny's head was spinning at what was going on. He remembered being horrified, but that horror was fading and in its place was a real desire to keep sniffing Curtis's farts. Eagerly, he thrust his face forward against the fabric of Curtis's pants.

Curtis let loose with another fart, this one maybe even louder, a blast of wet, moist gas spraying right against Danny's eager, waiting face. As soon as he heard the wet farting noises start, Danny started inhaling deeply through his nose and didn't stop until Curtis was done letting loose.

Danny couldn't believe how hot it was, smelling the freshman boy's fart. It stank disgustingly, but he could feel the stench dripping down his nostrils and at the base of his tongue and throat where he inhaled it and he wanted more. It just smelled so dirty, and made Danny feel so good. What was happening to him?

Curtis craned his neck to look behind him. "Still want more, don't you?"

Danny nodded, "Yes, yes, I do."

"Why don't you tell me what you want?"

"I want to sniff your farts, I want to smell your dirty butt."

Curtis smiled approvingly. "I know you do, teacher. I knew the moment I saw you that you were just another disgusting dirty piggy, and I'm right, aren't I? Tell me what you are."

"Yes," Danny blurted out, his cock hardening in his teaching uniform briefs, "I'm a disgusting dirty piggy. Can I please smell your butt now?"

Danny heard the clinking of the boy's belt buckle and then Curtis's pants dropped to the floor. The freshman was wearing only his pair of standard-issue white boy briefs, but up the crack was a wide streak of dark brown. Danny's eyes went wide as he found himself getting even harder.

"Take them off, piggy," Curtis ordered. Danny's hands reached out and grabbed the sides of the briefs and tugged them down to the floor. Looking back up he saw the boy's bare ass looming directly above and in front of him, smooth and full, inviting him to explore the dark crack between the two cheeks. Danny could barely contain himself. He'd never done anything like this, but after breathing in those two farts it was like something broke loose inside his head, and now he couldn't help himself.

"I've got another for you," Curtis said, interrupting his dreamlike stare, "But you've gotta get that nose all the way up in my hole if you want it. I want to get enough farts in you to keep you brainwashed for at least a few days."

Danny barely even listened to the boy's words, he was too eager to smell more of the young student's stinky fart gas. He thrust his face forward into the boy's ass. In the boy's ample crack, his two cheeks were warm and wet and stank even worse than the farts. Danny wedged his face in between the two slimy, sticky cheeks and finally managed to tilt his head back and press his nostrils directly against Curtis's puckered asshole.

When Curtis felt his teacher's nose at his asshole he smirked again and scrunched his face up with concentration, summoning as much intestinal gas as he could to pump straight into his now-enthralled substitute teacher's brain. And when he let loose it was with a slow, steady pressure. Danny felt the hole open just a bit against his nostrils and started inhaling, sucking in foul air directly from his young student's asshole. Curtis kept steadily squeezing out the fart until Danny stopped inhaling, and then let his teacher exhale, and continued.

By the time he finished, a few minutes later, he stood up and looked down at Danny, sitting dumbly on the floor, face beet red and mouth twisted into a huge, stupid grin. Picture perfect. Curtis pulled out his camera from his backpack and snapped a few good shots of his brown-nosing new toy.

"I think I'm done with my essay, teacher," Curtis said aloud, laughing a bit, "Let's go back to your place now. Take me to where you live."

Danny stood up, a bit floaty, and Curtis yanked his stained, dirty briefs and pants back up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and followed his teacher out of the classroom. On the way out the headmaster spotted the two of them, and smiled.

"Told you it'd help," he said to Danny, who groggily nodded. David seemed not to notice. Then to Curtis he said, "See, young man, now you've learned your lesson, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes, headmaster," Curtis sweetly replied, "I won't do it again."

The headmaster smiled, pleased, and walked off as Curtis escorted the dazed substitute teacher turned fart-sniffing boy-butt-lover back to his car.

Curtis ordered Danny to stop at a ********* on the way back to his apartment. They walked around the store, Curtis throwing random items in the shopping cart, until he escorted Danny to the cashier where Danny bought them all. The cashier looked at them strangely, but Danny was in no condition to notice. Curtis just smiled, and on the way out the door he grunted a little bit and let rip with a nice, big fart. A little something for the cashier to remember him by.

By the time they'd gotten home, Danny had recovered enough to be able to speak and walk in a straight line, but was very much still under the influence of Curtis's enslaving, stinky farts.

"First things first," Curtis began, "Take off all my clothes."

"Can I smell another one of your farts?" Danny asked, excited.

"You fucking sick pig, you'll smell my farts when I tell you to."

Danny bowed his head in shame and began stripping the boy's clothes off. When he finished, Curtis grabbed the old briefs, stained brown up the crack and various shades of yellow all across the front pouch, and jammed them into Danny's mouth. Danny was only too happy to open his mouth and let the filthy underwear in. Curtis pulled a roll of duct tape out of their bag of purchases, tore off a strip, and taped Danny's mouth shut completely over the briefs.

Next, Curtis stripped off Danny's clothes and made the teacher lie down on his back on the carpet. Danny's cock was bright red and stiffly erect as he laid there under the orders of his freshman student, with the boy's filthy underwear jammed and taped shut in his mouth, his saliva soaking it slowly and then seeping onto his tongue and down his throat. He was in heaven. Every time he thought about what was going on, he was shocked, couldn't really believe what was happening, but the naughtiness of it all, the absolute depravity of what he was being made to do got him even harder. Danny wondered if he could cum just lying there, thinking about it.

But before he could really concentrate on it, Curtis wandered back over with a big sack of fluffy diapers they'd picked up at the ********* earlier. "Let's get you started now," he said, unfolding one of them and sliding it under Danny's bare butt on the ground.

"But where's the fun in starting with a nice clean diaper? Let's get you started right," he said.

Curtis straddled Danny's hips and slowly squatted down over the mind-fucked teacher's red-hard cock. As he lowered his asshole onto the stiff fuck-pole, Danny almost instantly came, filling his student's ass with a huge load of cum that promptly leaked out and down his pole. But his cock didn't soften and Curtis didn't make any move to get up. Instead he kept sinking down the pole with his ass, smirking and staring Danny right in the eyes as he did. He sunk all the way down so his stinky cheeks were resting down on Danny's pelvis, and then began to lift himself off slowly.

Danny couldn't sit up enough to see his cock, but the sounds and smells hit him almost immediately. Far stronger than anything he'd yet smelled today, the odor assaulted his nostrils and made him even harder, poking further up the boy's ass. And the sounds! As Curtis slid his ass up, his hole stretching out over Danny's cock shaft, he let loose a chorus of wet, loud, abrupt farting noises.

Danny felt warmth on his groin and finally thrashed around enough to lean his torso up so he could see what was going on.

His hard cock was coated with brown **** from the boy's ass, like his cock had just gotten an inch bigger and thicker all around, a huge fudge-covered fuck-pole, and it stank like, well, ****. Some of it had run off over his balls and groin. Curtis felt Danny's cock get impossibly harder just as he had pulled out to the tip, and he grinned again and dropped his body, fast, down on the ****-coated fuck-pole. The thick coating of **** slid off and onto Danny's legs below, but as Curtis lifted off the coating was replaced again, with more. Danny stared, wide-eyed, at this insane scene unfolding before him, but the stench was permeating his brain even more and he shot another load into the filthy young boy's ass.

Curtis milked Danny's cock with his asshole for the next hour, slowly sliding up and down, leaving a wet pile of **** larger and larger in the open diaper every time he slid back down. For his part, Danny was near conniptions, spasming and cumming in the boy's ass every few minutes. Even with the powerful stench of the boy's **** destroying his mind, eventually Danny couldn't help but notice how much his orgasms were starting to hurt, how his balls were tight and empty, and through his gag of dirty boy's underwear and duct tape he started to whimper and scream for Curtis to stop.

After pulling a few more dry orgasms out of the now-howling Danny, Curtis stood up, looked at his handiwork, and then grunted a bit as he voided the rest of his inexplicably-still-full bowels onto Danny's prone form. Most of the massive dump landed where the diaper would cover it over, but some of it splashed up on Danny's torso and further down his legs. Curtis shrugged and hefted the front of the extremely full diaper up and over, dropping it wetly onto Danny's crotch, and pinning it shut, sealing the unbelievable quantity of **** in against Danny's crotch.

"Bye-bye, baby," Curtis cooed at his mind-fucked teacher lying on the floor. He reached down and ripped off the tape and pulled out the underwear, now sopping wet, the stains all running together. "Does baby want a kiss?"

"Yes, please," Danny said.

Curtis moved towards his mouth with his lips, but then pulled back with a grin and a wag of his finger. "No, no, baby doesn't kiss me on the mouth." He stood over Danny's face and squatted down over his lips. Danny watched the ****-smeared asshole descend towards his face and in his diaper he got hard again despite himself.

"Kiss it nice and good, clean it up for me, baby," Curtis ordered.

The boy stopped squatting when his filthy ripe ass was just an inch or two above Danny's mouth. He relaxed his asshole and Danny saw it gape open and his own residual cum mixed with the rest of the boy's **** dripped wetly out of his wide-open hole into Danny's mouth.

"I know you like this, you disgusting fucking baby," Curtis said, "Now eat it up!"

Danny got even harder hearing the insults and the degradation and craned his neck up so his tongue would reach. Greedily he licked down the **** off the boy's ass and when he'd finished licking his ass and sucking and probing his hole with his tongue and mouth, he licked his lips.

"That's a good baby," Curtis said, squeezing the full diaper where Danny's cock was straining against the fabric.

"Tomorrow you'll put on whatever clothes will fit over this diaper, but you are not to change it or take it off, even if you **** in it more, even if it starts leaking, do you hear me?"

"At school? I don't think - I mean, I can't..."

"Yes you can, dirty baby," Curtis hushed him, "You know what that smell did to you? Anyone close enough to you to guess you're wearing a diaper won't be able to do anything about it. Their brain will turn to mush just like yours."

"And besides," the boy continued, massaging his teacher's cock through the diaper, "We'll get to have naughty, dirty fun with the other students and teachers. Isn't that exciting?"

Danny screamed aloud in pain as he had his tenth wracking, dry orgasm of the night.

Curtis slid the saliva-soaked dirty briefs back on and then his uniform, and walked out the door with a wave.

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Alls Fair

Brock rolled over silently as he sneaked out of the strange bed. The girl lay there ******** quietly as he held his head in his hands and smiled. "Another successful night," he thought to himself as he silently left the apartment. "She has no idea how to find me and I sure don't want to be found. She was a good lay, but like they say, 'Alls fair in love and..." He hailed a taxi and climbed in.

He arrived home and slid into his spandex shorts getting ready for his morning ride. He loved how muscular his hairy legs looked in the shorts and what miles of bike riding had done for his ass. Women loved his ass as it stood out, firm and muscular, instead of flat and pudgy like it had been just a year ago. It was his finest asset now and his slim body sat on top of it perfectly.

As he wheeled his bike down the hall, he felt a little grumpy from the last of a late night and hangover that nagged at him. He was surprised to see the door next to his open and boxes sitting in the foyer. He slowed and turned as he ran into a large man wearing only a leather vest, matching pants, and heavy leather boots. Brock barely stopped as he fell into him and the man chuckled.

"Excuse me. I didn't see you there," Brock said as the man helped him regain his balance. "I'm Brock. So you bought the Patterson's old place. I always wondered what would become of it after they divorced."

The man smiled, "I am John and yes it was quite a steal. Mr. Patterson and I go way back and he was more than happy to sell it to me at a great price. Come by after your ride. I always like getting to know my neighbors."

Brock shrugged trying to think of an excuse not to stop by, but he actually had an open day as he was off work. "Sure, good to meet you," was all he said as he headed to the elevator. He looked back and could have sworn he caught the man staring at his ass. "Freak," Brock said, a little too loudly as the doors closed.

John looked away as he saw Brock turn. He could not help admiring the tone bubble butt his neighbor was showing off in his tight shorts and he shook his head as he heard Brock mumble that last word. He would have to explain to Brock what his lifestyle was all about and he unpacked quickly to prepare for his visit.

It was mid morning when the knock came and Brock was invited in. "Wow. you work fast. I have never seen anyone unpack so quickly." He tried not to stare at the leather that seemed everywhere in the apartment. "Takes all kinds I guess," he thought as John offered him a *****. They made small talk about the building and Brock began to feel himself relax as he sipped the *****. He still wore his riding outfit, his thick head of hair a mess, and was hoping it would make John want to cut their visit short, but he soon found himself wanting to stay as he sat heavily on the couch.

"So what shdo you shdo?" Brock asked, a slight slur to his words.

John smiled as he topped Brock's glass. "I'm glad you asked. To put it simply, I make slaves." He saw Brock's eyes widen in confusion. "Men, women, whatever catches my fancy. After a time, I sell them to friends in the lifestyle and move to the next. Many of the women I turn into bimbo's or just slut slaves. A few become mistress's if I deem them worthy. The men are more fun as all I pick are straight to begin with. Some I turn into sissy sluts, you know big tits and more feminine than most women. Most though I make into slave boys and basically cum dumps, you know, cocksuckers and so forth, for one of my biggest buyers. Many of those stay with me a bit longer because I enjoy their company and the transformation much more."

Brock's head was spinning as he listened. "Your crashy. Theresh no way any man would allow you to make him into shomething like that. Women...." Brock suddenly felt his tongue relax and found he could not move.

"Brock Brock Brock. I have a secret weapon that makes it so much easier. Especially when I combine it with my special cocktail. Yes the one you have been enjoying since you arrived. See I use this."

He pulled out an amulet and it swung in front of Brock's glazing eyes. "Fall into the shiny stone."

Brock's eyes widened and his mouth opened as he fought to stop looking. He let out a small squeak as his will power slipped into the shiny amulet, his relaxed mind unable to stop it.

John pulled Brock up and dragged him into the bathroom, sitting him in a chair and opening a box on the counter. He pulled out clippers, a box of razors and shaving cream. "We will start at your feet and take care of your legs, then move to your head and chest before working on the best parts." The buzz of the clippers began and Brock's leg hair fell in clumps on the floor. Soon John was wiping them down with a towel, applying lotion so that the smooth skin shone in the bathroom lights and regrowth would never be a problem.

He stood and smiled as he began laying buzzed strips through Brock's thick locks and soon had him sitting with a nice buzz cut and shaving cream piled on his head. It took time to work down, taking the brows and chest hair that was still matted with sweat from the bike ride earlier, but John enjoyed his work and soon had a shiny hairless slave sitting in front of him. He smiled as Brock's identity lay on the floor in clumps as he sat with the same shocked expression frozen on his face, unaware of the changes as his unseeing eyes floated in the shiny amulet that had burned into his opened mind.

"Stand." Brock did as he was told, happy to hear the voice echoing in his head. The spandex was pulled down over the smooth legs and John stood back as he grabbed the clippers. "Well boy, that has to be the hottest ass I have come across in my many conquests. I bet you were popular in college. Hehe. Anyway, I need you hard so we can make sure and get it all. Only a man gets to have hair." He watched as Brock's cock began to swell and he grinned as it soon stood at full attention. "Very nice. I bet the women loved you. What is that? Seven inches? Nice and thick too. Well it won't be much of a factor in your new life."

The clippers began again and John had to hold himself back as he rubbed the lotion over the fantastic mounds and cock. "I have the perfect thing to complete you." He went into a closet and returned with some garments and a small piercing gun. "Only these and a shower are left boy."

Later, John walked into the bedroom, his eight inch cock, hard, as it had been all morning, and looking lustfully at the form on the bed. He ran a hand up the heels of the boots he had laced onto Brock's feet and smiled as he felt the calf muscles as they strained against the tight leather that held them on. He continued up the hairless muscular leg as it it lay stretched, spread from the other matching the perfectly proportioned from he had discovered. He sighed loudly as he came to his favorite part.

The boy shorts, the ones he normally used on his female slaves, hugged the bulbous cheeks, the smooth globes hanging out the bottom enticingly as the rest stretched across the middle of the well toned cheeks. He gave them a light slap and his cock twitched as he saw the bulge resting between the spread legs pulse slightly. He shook his head and hurried to take his seat in front of Brock.

Brock still wore the expression, his eyes wide and mouth opened in surprise as he had last all free will. His head was held in a posture collar so that it was raised and his hands were stretched and tied apart matching his legs. John sat on front of him and admired the view of the arched back above the world's perfect ass and he grinned.

"Now, we can begin your training. I know that pierced tongue is still a little tender so we will start slow." He slid his cock between the open lips. "Now move your tongue slowly, loving the bottom of my cock. Make sure your slips are tight as soon we don't want you t spill."

He sat back as his cock was held between the virgin lips and soon found himself about to cum as the hard nub he had introduced to Brock's tongue did it's magic. "Now when I say,'prepare yourself" you will be allowed to cum. It is all your cock is good for now as it acts as the supplier for the lube that will allow me to enjoy the hard work you put into your body. Prepare yourself."

He watched as the bulge of Brock's tucked cock began to swell in the tight shorts until the outline of the head could be seen snuggly sliding between his hairless cheeks. It pulsed slowly as Brock was allowed to cum for the first time since the night before during his sexual conquest. John felt Brock's throat vibrate as he helplessly moaned, both, John was sure, from the uncomfortable position of his cock combined with the orgasm he would long for as he lived his life with no worries or cares.

The combination of it all soon had John unloading his massive load and Brock swallowed quickly trying not to "spill' as he had been instructed. John soon slid from the lips of his new cocksucker and took seconds regaining his erection as he moved behind Brock. A zipper was pulled down and the smell of Brock's cum filled the air as it filled his spread hole. John felt himself flush with excitement as he saw the cock head shrinking back into the shorts and he lined himself up.

Soon the steady slurping of a former virgin ass, heavily lubed and beginning to accept the invader with ease, filled the room as John neared another orgasm. "Damn you are tight. I will definitely have to give you time to keep riding. Now we will share this moment and I want you to prepare yourself."

He felt the cock head as it swelled and pressed against his moving shaft, finally coating it with the warm lube Brock offered. Seconds later, John stopped as Brock's ass pulsed in time with his cock, milking John as he entered his new life for good.

Days passed and Brock still had his morning bike ride, though now a buzzing plug bulged through his spandex and added to the enjoyment of his ride. He could not wait until it was replaced with his Master's cock once again after he got to hear those magic words. He was lost in enjoyment as he thought of getting to clean his Master's new apartment once the wall was knocked out and how hard he made him when he watched him walk around the apartment int those heels that made his ass and legs stand out for his Master's pleasure. He did not see the girl having coffee as he zipped passed as she talked to her friend. "Yes I heard the asshole mumble as he left, 'alls fair in love and......'" He didn't hear her or the response, but he new first hand it was true........

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Je suis quelqu'un d'assez timide. Je suis attiré depuis longtemps par les relations gays sans jamais avoir osé passer à l'acte. Les jeux SM font aussi partie de mes fantasmes. Je ne suis attiré que par le corps de mecs, autant j'ai envie d'essayer de sucer un mec autant je n'envisage pas de les embrasser.
Je vais assez souvent sur des sites regroupant ces deux caractéristiques ou sur des chats dans des salons à connotations gays / SM. Mais je ne suis jamais allé plus loin. Lors de mes chats, j'ai vécu des scénarios SM mais je manquais de matériel. Un soir, prenant mon courage à deux mains, je décidais de me rendre dans un sex-shop. Rien que d'y penser, j'avais le cœur qui battait la chamade et une boule au creux du ventre. Je prévoyais d'acheter un plug et peut être un gode.
Arrivé devant le magasin, j'avais les jambes molles. Il était 22h, environ. D'une main moite, je pressais le bouton d'ouverture de la porte, elle s'ouvrit.
Je rentrais. Le comptoir était occupé par un mec d'une trentaine d'année. Il me salua avec un grand sourire et je lui répondis de même. Je me baladais dans le magasin, m'attardant dans le rayon des vidéos gay/sm ou devant les vitrines de gadgets phalliques. Une bosse déformait mon jean, je me sentais à l'étroit dedans. Nous étions seuls dans le magasin. Au bout d'un moment, il s'approcha de moi, me demandant s'il pouvait m'aider. Je bafouillais un « oui, peut être, je cherche un plug »
- « venez, suivez-moi, je vais vous montrer ce que l'on a »
Je le suivis, gêné de ce que je lui avais dit et surtout de ce que j'allais lui dire, me doutant de ses prochaines questions. Arrivé devant la vitrine, il me demanda
- « Quelle taille cherchez-vous ? »
- « euuhhhhh, un petit, je pense » en rougissant
- « C'est pour vous ? »
- « Oui.... » murmurais-je
- « Vous avez déjà essaye ce genre de jeux ? » .
J'avais l'impression qu'il jouait avec moi, qu'il remuait le couteau dans la plaie de ma gêne.
- « Non, jamais, mais je ..... », Je n'arrivais pas à aller plus loin..
- « C'est la première fois ? »
- « Oui.... ». Sa main se posa sur mes fesses et commença à me caresser. Mes jambes flageolaient.
· « Ne t'inquiète pas, je vais te montrer comment il faut faire et quelle taille choisir ». . Je restais face à la glace, n'osant bouger, le laissant faire. Il ouvrit la vitrine et prit plusieurs plugs de tailles différentes et progressives ainsi qu'un tube de lubrifiant.
Tout en continuant de me caresser les fesses, il se remit derrière moi, posa les plugs sur un bac. *** autre main passa sur le devant de mon jean et commença à me masser le sexe, le faisant encore gonfler. Je ne savais plus trop ou j'étais, complètement soumis à ses caresses. Il dégrafa ma ceinture puis le bouton et enfin la fermeture éclair. Il fit glisser mon jean sur mes chevilles. Ses caresses se faisaient plus précises, non atténuée par le tissu du pantalon. Ses mains se glissèrent sous le boxer, directement sur la peau, ce fut comme une décharge électrique, je gémis doucement. Mon boxer rejoint bientôt le jean sur mes chevilles. Il appuya doucement sur mes épaules pour me faire pencher en avant et tendre mes fesses vers lui.
Ses mains couraient sur mes fesses, l'une s'insinua entre mes fesses jusqu'à ma pastille, elle la massa, appuyant dessus. Je sentis un produit froid puis le doigt rentra doucement sans difficulté et sans douleur, je frémis. Il commença à faire aller et venir dans mon cul, *** autre main faisait la même chose sur mon sexe, prêt à éclater.
- « Je vais essayer le premier plug, détends-toi. » me dit-il.
Je le sentis pousser le plug entre mes fesses, le renflement passa le muscle et le reste fût aspiré. J'émis un grognement de plaisir.
A ce moment, la porte du magasin s'ouvrit, je retombais sur terre. J'étais les fesses à l'air avec un plug dans le cul au beau milieu du magasin. Je voulus me relever mais sa main appuya sur mon dos.
- « Ne bouge pas, je reviens. »
Découvrant un nouveau coté de ma per***nalité, je ne bougeais pas. L'homme qui venait de rentrer passa à coté de moi, sa main glissa sur mes fesses.
- « Tu as une attraction, ce soir ? » demanda t-il au vendeur
- « Je crois que oui, c'est sa première fois, mais il a l'air d'être prometteur. Il est puceau du cul, et il avait l'air intéressé par les films SM»
je ne savais plus ou me mettre, il parlait de moi comme si je n'étais pas là, comme je n'étais qu'un meuble, une chose.

- « Quelle taille, le plug ? »
- « un petit, mais on va progresser rapidement, il aime ça »
- « Tu vas l'installer dans la salle de derrière ? »
- « Oui, je crois mais pas tout de suite. Je vais le continuer ici, d'abord".
Il revint vers moi. Il appuya sur le plug comme pour l'enfoncer davantage. Puis il le retira. Il fût rapidement remplacé par un autre un peu plus gros. L'homme regardait, il sortit *** sexe et se masturba lentement. Mon regard fût irrésistiblement attiré par le spectacle. Il s'en aperçut et s'approcha de moi. *** sexe était à la hauteur de ma bouche. Il enfila un préservatif. Il avança *** sexe, j'ouvris la bouche, il s'installa dedans, mes lèvres se refermèrent sur sa queue. Le préservatif gâcha un peu mes premières sensations mais j'essayais de le sucer convenablement, comme j'aime qu'on me le fasse. Derrière, le vendeur jouait avec le plug, le faisant aller et venir. Mes gémissements étaient atténués par le bâillon de chair. J'étais aux anges, mes fantasmes devenaient réalité. Pourquoi n'étais-je pas venu plus tôt ? .
L'homme dans ma bouche accélérait le rythme, le vendeur remplaça le plug par un gode. Il me baisa avec, au rythme de l'autre homme. L'homme finit par jouir dans le préservatif.
- « Tu as trouvé un bon coup, il suce pas mal pour une première. . »
- « Viens avec moi ! » me dit le vendeur, il m'entraîna vers le fond du magasin.
- « C'est le coin des accessoires SM, j'ai vu que ça t'intéressait tout à l'heure » j'avançais avec une démarche hésitante à cause du plug.
Dans la pièce, il y avait toutes sortes d'accessoires, des menottes, barres d'écartements, cagoules, harnais, ceinture de chasteté, des slings pendaient du plafond, des bancs d'immobilisation. Il m'emmena vers un banc en cuir noir, il était superbe avec des bracelets pouvant immobiliser les poignées et les chevilles. Il me plaça devant, de face. Il me fît écarter les jambes puis m'attacha mes chevilles en bas du banc puis il me fît pencher en avant, m'allongeant dessus. Avant d'attacher mes poignets, il me retira ce qui me restait de vêtements puis il m'immobilisa.
J'étais fou, Moi, nu et attaché dans un sex-shop. Mes fantasmes les plus fous étaient dépassés, et en plus je bandais comme un âne.
Puis c'est mon sexe qui l'intéressa, il fixa un collier à la base derrière les couilles, collier qu'il fixa au banc. Je ne pouvais plus faire un mouvement, j'étais complètement à sa merci. Il me posa un parachute aux couilles qu'il lesta avec un poids puis il me dit
- « je te laisse, j'ai du boulot. Je reviens tout à l'heure. Ne t'inquiètes pas, tu ne resteras pas seul bien longtemps. »
Il partit sans se retourner. Je restais la seul, le cul rempli et offert, le sexe lié au banc et les couilles lestées. J'entendais des bruits dans les pièces a coté, parfois la porte du magasin s'ouvrait et se refermait, des gens discutaient. Puis quelqu'un entra dans la pièce, j'essayais de tourner la tête pour le voir mais il se mit dans mon angle mort. Je frémis, de honte, de peur et d'envie. J'allais découvrir la suite de ma soirée.
« le patron m'a dit que tu étais à disposition, ce soir ! , tu as un beau cul!»
sa main glissait sur mes fesses, dans ma raie. Il appuya sur le plug pour l'enfoncer davantage, je gémis.
« tu as le cul sensible, tu ne vas pas être déçu. A cette heure là, il y a pas mal de monde ici. Tu te souviendras toujours de ton dépucelage. Et ton cul, aussi »
Cette dernière phrase le fit rire.
Il passa devant sur mon coté et me mit un bandeau sur les yeux.
« tu n'as pas besoin de savoir qui te passera dessus ! »
« il n'y aura pas plus de 2 mecs en même temps pour s'occuper de toi, ou plutôt pour que tu t'occupes d'eux. Bien sur, d'autres prendront leurs suites quand ils auront joui. Le magasin ferme à 4 heures donc tu seras libre à cette même heure. »
il repassa derrière moi et retira le plug. Je sentis un air frais a l'intérieur de mon cul, puis il graissa à nouveau ma raie et enfonça un nouvel objet. Il était plus long, plus gros. Ma bouche s'ouvrit et un râle en sortit. Ce devait un gode de bonne taille, cette fois.
« il rentre tout seul, tu es fait pour te faire enculer ! »
« bon, je te laisse, les clients vont bientôt arriver. »
« au fait pour chaque prestations de ta part, ils vont payer, alors donne leur en pour leur argent. A bientôt petite pute ! » et il sortit en riant.
« La pute, j'allais devenir une prostituée. » L'idée fulgura dans ma tête.
« Moi, une pute ? », moi, qui il y a une heure encore, hésitait a franchir la porte de ce sex-shop.
Jusqu'où allais-je les laissé aller,
Est-ce que je peux encore arrêter les choses ?, Est-ce que j'ai vraiment envie de les arrêter ?.
quelqu'un arrive.
Sans un mot, sans un regard pour autre chose que mon cul, il retire le gode, enfile un préservatif et présente *** sexe à l'entrée de mon cul. Je sens le gland contre ma rondelle. Ça y est, je vais connaître ma première sodomie. Il pousse doucement, ma préparation aida à la pénétration. Ma bouche s'ouvrit comme un effet miroir de mon cul. Je sentais chaque centimètre de *** sexe me pénétrer, mon cul allait, me semblait-il, éclater. Je n'avais pas vraiment mal mais la sensation était nouvelle, angoissante. Je sentis les poils de *** pubis sur mes fesses. Ça y est, il était au fond.
Il me laissa un peu de temps pour m'habituer à sa présence. Puis il commença ses va et vient. A ce moment, un autre homme entra. Mon cul étant pris, il se mit devant moi. Ma bouche s'ouvrit, *** sexe entra. J'étais pris de partout en même temps. Quelle salope, je faisais ! Et le pire, c'est que j'aimais ça. Pour rien au monde, je n'aurais cédé ma place. Mon sexe était gonfle malgré les liens qui le tenaient sur le chevalet. Je sentais un liquide sourdre du méat. Je mouillais comme une salope. Un des hommes s'en aperçut. Il le montra à l'autre et se moquèrent de moi, me traitant de mots grossiers. Je rougis de honte. J'avais honte mais j'étais fier d'être là, fier de leur donner du plaisir, fier d'aimer mes fantasmes.
Le premier homme grogna en jouissant dans le préservatif. Il se retira et sortit avec juste une petite tape sur la fesse droite en guise de remerciement. Le deuxième se retira de ma bouche et vint prendre sa place. Sa queue était moins grosse mais plus longue, il n'eut pas de mal à me pénétrer. Il était à peine au fond de moi qu'un nouvel arrivant se présenta devant ma bouche.
« Combien de mecs allais-je éponger cette nuit ? » j'en ai pour encore plusieurs heures à être la et à ce rythme mon cul restera ouvert jusqu'à la fin de mes jours.
Je ne vous raconterais pas par le détail la suite de ma nuit, cela serait monotone, mais juste de la fin.
A un moment, plus per***ne ne vint. Ouf, je pouvais souffler, mon cul était en feu, ou plutôt mon anus était en feu.
Après un temps incertain, un homme entra. Il tourna autour de moi, m'examinant, un peu comme un maquignon. Il toucha mon sexe redevenu mou. C'était le premier à le toucher. En dessous, une flaque de sperme prouvait mon plaisir à avoir été la.
« je vois que tu as aimé !, tu n'as pas honte ? »
je ne sut que répondre. Un ange passa...
« tu mérites d'être puni ! »
Un fris*** parcourut mon échine. Le premier coup claqua sur ma fesse droite, puis il alterna. Mon cul prit rapidement de la température, il me brûlait, j'avais oublié la brûlure de mon anus, toute mon attention était maintenant tournée vers mes fesses et le haut de mes cuisses. Je sanglotais, je le suppliais d'arrêter, je lui jurais de ne plus recommencer. Cela le fit rire :
« ohh mais tu vas recommencer et souvent en plus. Tu es une chienne et tu aimes ça. Tu vas devenir Ma chienne. Tu acceptes ? »
Je répondis oui dans un geignement.
Un claquement plus fort que les autres atterrit en travers de mes fesses.
« Je veux une réponse claire, à haute et intelligible voie ! »
« Oui, je veux être Votre chienne. »
« Oui, qui ? »
« Oui, Maître, je veux être Votre chienne.
« C'est bien, je t'accepte comme chienne », il me détacha du chevalet.
« Tu peux partir, mais reviens ici demain à 23h. »
« Oui, Maître.
Je me rhabillais et sortais du sex-shop, l'air frais me remit les idées en place.
Allais-je revenir demain ?

Le retour à la mai*** fut difficile. Mon cul m'élançait, mes pensées se bousculaient dans ma tête.
Gérer les élancements de mon cul était assez facile ; une alternance de contractions et de détente du sphincter y arrivait aisément.
Pour mes pensées, c'était beaucoup plus compliqué. La honte, le plaisir, l'envie de recommencer, la peur de tomber dans un engrenage se mélangeaient.
En arrivant chez moi, je pris une douche. Le ruissellement de l'eau me lava le corps et un peu l'esprit.
Je me couchais vidé. Le souvenir de ma soirée suffit à me provoquer une érection. Je dus me masturber deux fois avant de pouvoir m'endormir. J'avalais bien sur mon sperme à chaque fois. Le réveil me tira du lit à 7h00. J'eus bien du mal à me lever. Au début, j'ai cru avoir rêvé. Mais une hyper sensibilité anale me détrompa.
Aussitôt, tout me revint, et avec mes souvenirs, deux questions.
La première : avais-je envie d'y retourner ?
Et si, oui ; devais je y retourner ?
La réponse à la première question était simple. A moins de vouloir me mentir à moi-même c'est OUI.
La réponse à la deuxième était beaucoup plus difficile.
J'essayais d'imaginer ce qui pouvait m'arriver si j'y retournais. Mon maitre avait l'air d'avoir une imagination débordante de perversité. Même si ce que j'avais vécu m'avait plu, j'avais peur qu'il ne m'emmène loin, plus loin, trop loin. A un point ou je ne contrôlerais plus rien.
Mais avais je contrôlé quelque chose hier soir ?
Ma journée au boulot m'a permis d'arrêter de réfléchir à ces questions. Mais à la débauche (on y revient, le terme est bien choisi pour parler de mon activité nocturne.) des images de la nuit dernière revinrent en *****, me déclenchant une érection. A ce moment, je sus ce que je devais faire.

À 23h moins 5mn, je ***nais à la porte du sex-shop. La porte s'ouvrit. Le mec à la caisse n'était pas le même qu'hier soir. Il avait une bonne soixantaine d'années, un peu bedonnant, dégarni. Il me sourit.
« - bonsoir, c'est toi la chienne ? »
Je rougis. Je ne m'attendais pas à ce genre d'accueil. Mais bon, je devais accepter mon nouveau statut.
« - oui, je pense que c'est moi. »
« - ton maitre était sur que tu reviendrais. Tu es une grosse salope en devenir. Il suffit de te former à ça, tu as le sexe dans la peau. Il t'a préparé des surprises. »
Ces propos n'était pas fait pour me rassurer. J'avais envie de prendre mes jambes à mon cul, mais c'est lui qui commandait l'ouverture de la porte.
Quelques secondes plus tard, mon maitre entra. Il eut l'air satisfait, pas que je sois ici devant lui l'air inquiet mais plutôt que *** jugement de ma per***ne se soit avéré.
« - je savais que tu ne me décevrais pas. Maintenant que tu as gouté à la bite, tu ne vas plus pouvoir t'en passer. Et je vais t'en donner jusqu'à plus soif. Tu vas devenir un garage à bites, une pompe à foutre, une pute prête à tout pour sa dose de sperme et pour un coup de bite. »
Cette tirade m'avait déclenché une érection. Heureusement qu'il ne pouvait voir à travers mes vêtements.
« - allez la pute, à poil. Il est temps de te mettre au boulot. Il y a du monde qui attend. »
Je paniquais, si il me voyait bander à ses propos, il allait être conforté dans *** idée que je suis déjà accroc à la bite. Mais je ne voyais pas comment éviter, ni retarder ma mise à nu.
C'est la mort dans l'âme que j'obéissais. Il ne fut pas long à voir mon érection.
« - eh bien, ma salope... le simple fait de te promettre de la bite te fait bander... qu'est ce que ca va être quand tu vas voir ta surprise. »
Une fois nu, le vendeur ramassa mes affaires et les rangea derrière le comptoir.
Mon maitre me dit d'attendre la, au milieu du magasin et de mettre les mains sur la tête.
Il disparut dans le coin des accessoires SM.
À peine, avait-il disparu que j'entendis la porte s'ouvrir derrière moi. Pour me protéger, je ne trouvais rien d'autre à faire que de fermer les yeux.

« - ah, la chienne est arrivé... quel joli cul ! On va bien s'amuser. »
Je l'entendis approcher et je sentis sa main glisser sur mes reins, un fris*** me remonta le long de la colonne vertébrale, puis descendre sur ma fesse droite, passer sous la fesse et remonter dans ma raie. Un de ses doigts joua avec ma rondelle avant de d'essayer de rentrer. Mais j'étais sec et crispé. Il n'y parvint pas.
« - elle est serrée et sèche, cette chienne. Il va falloir l'ouvrir, qu'elle soit disponible à tout moments sans avoir besoin de gel. »
De frustration, il me mit une grande claque sur la fesse. Je devais avoir la marque bien visible. Je sentais ma fesse brulante. Et ce n'était que le début de la soirée. Quelle idée avais je eu de revenir ???
« mais qu'allait-il faire dans cette galère ? » comme disait l'avare...
cet intermède avait au moins eu l'avantage de me faire perdre mon érection.
Mon maitre revint. Il avait un petit panier à la main. Il se mit derrière moi, je ne pouvais voir le contenu du panier.
Je ne bougeais pas. Il commença par me mettre un bandeau sur les yeux. Quelque part, cela me rassura. Maintenant quoi que je fasse, ce n'était pas de ma faute. J'étais un peu moins responsable. Et puis, ce n'est pas l'homme qui m'intéresse mais sa bite dans ma bouche, mon ou mes mains. Mais j'aime aussi voir les queues qui m'agressent. Je ne sais plus ou j'en suis, ni ce que je veux. Je voudrais tout et *** contraire.
Je l'entends passer devant moi. Sa main prend mon sexe maintenant flasque. Je le sens insérer mon sexe dans un tube assez étroit, un anneau passe derrière mes testicules. Mon sexe bute au fond du tube. Le maître ***** pour rapprocher le tube de l'anneau puis j'entends le claquement sec d'un cadenas.
« - et voila ! Ta queue ne servira plus avant un bon moment. Tu as compris ce que je viens de faire ? »
J'hésitais.
« - bon, alors, je vais te le dire. Je viens de te mettre une cage de chasteté. Bien sur, elle est cadenassée. Et c'est moi qui ai la clé. Il faudra payer de ta per***ne pour que je l'ouvre ».
Il me fit tendre les bras vers lui et il me fixa un bracelet en cuir à chaque poignet, puis c'est mon cou qui fut agrémenté d'un collier. Il y fixa une laisse.
« - allez, salope, le boulot t'attends ! »
Il me tira par la laisse. Je le suivais d'un pas hésitant.
« -allez, rentres la dedans ! Tu vas être bien. Mets-toi à genoux ! »
J'entrai à tâtons. La pièce, si l'on peut dire une pièce, était très petite. C'était plutôt un petit placard. Je pouvais toucher les murs sans bouger. Elle devait faire 1m par 1m. La porte en formait l'un des murs.
Je m'agenouillais. Une sorte de coussin se trouva sous mes genoux, rendant ma position un peu pus confortable.
Il défit ma laisse mais y rattacha une autre chaine. Je me reculais un peu mais sans succès. Ma nouvelle chaine était fixée au mur situé en face de moi.
« - voila, tu vas passer la soirée ici. Je suis sur que tu vas apprécier, salope comme tu es. Tu ne le vois pas mais en face de toi il y a un trou dans le mur, pareil à ta gauche et à ta droite. Des queues vont se présenter à toi. Tu auras juste à les faire gicler. Bien sur elles gicleront sur toi. Je vais d'ailleurs raccourcir ta chaine. »
Il me tira en avant. Mon visage touchait presque le mur.
Une queue vint se frotter sur mon visage.
« - elles ***t impatientes, dis donc... »
Déjà bien dans la mentalité d'une salope, j'ouvris la bouche.
« - je savais que tu aimais bouffer de la bite mais la, tu es une goinfre. Ne t'inquiètes pas, tu en auras autant que tu en voudras et peut être même plus. Je te laisse. Bon appétit et bonne douche. Quand je reviendrais, je veux te trouver ruisselante de sperme. Preuve du nombre de mecs et du plaisir que tu leur as donné ! »
J'entendis la porte se fermer. En tâtonnant, je cherchais les trous latéraux. Ils étaient déjà occupés par deux bites bien raides. Je les pris en main et commença à les branler doucement. Bien sur j'avais la bite en face de moi au fond de la bouche. Je m'étais d'ailleurs penché en avant pour la prendre plus profond. Le mec me baisait la bouche. Sa queue devait être longue car malgré la cloi***, elle me butait dans le fond de la gorge, me tirant des haut-le-cœur. Le mec s'en foutait et je ne pouvais pas me reculer à cause de la chaine.
J'avais du mal à branler les deux bites en me faisant baiser la bouche. J'essayais de me concentrer sur ce que faisaient mes mains, ma bouche, elle étant plutôt passive.
Je dus me débrouiller assez bien car la bite de gauche cracha *** venin la première. Je sentis le sperme me tomber sur le poignet et l'avant bras. Ma douche commençait. J'essayais de bien essorer cette bite, que tout *** jus finisse sur moi.
Elle se retira rapidement, aussitôt remplacée par une autre.
Elle ne devait pas être très propre car elle sentait fort la sueur et la pisse. Je la branlais lentement en faisant des mouvements amples.
Celle de ma bouche commença à vibrer et à enfler un peu plus ; annonce d'une explosion proche. Le mec se recula un peu et me balança *** jus en plein visage. Il m'atteint en plein front puis de plus en plus au fil des giclées. La dernière atterrit sur ma poitrine.
La queue à ma droite se retira sans avoir joui. Je crois qu'elle prit la place laisser libre dans ma bouche tant celle qui se présenta était trempée. En quelques va et viens, elle explosa, me couvrant à *** tour d'un sperme chaud et abondant. Si elles ***t toutes aussi prodigues, je vais finir recouverte, ruisselante comme le voulait mon maitre. Et comme moi, j'ai envie de l'être. J'ai beaucoup fantasmé sur les vidéos ou images de bukkake. Ma queue essayait de gonfler, de bander sans résultat, la cage l'en empêchant. Mon plaisir était seulement cérébral. J'espère que mon maitre fera des photos pendant et après la séance.
Les queues se succédèrent toute la soirée. Rare furent les moments ou un trou n'était pas occupés. Jamais ma bouche ne fut délaissée plus de quelques secondes. Le temps pour une queue d'être remplacée par une autre. Je ruisselais de sperme. L'odeur dans cet espace réduit devait être impressionnante, moi je ne m'en rendais pas compte, tellement mes sens étaient imprégnés de sperme, si j'ose dire. Mes mâchoires commençaient à devenir douloureuses. Et les queues continuaient à se succéder. Je n'en pouvais plus de les accueillir dans ma bouche. Je ne sais pas combien j'en ai sucé. Mais même si j'ai envie d'en avoir encore, ma bouche se rebelle. Elle devient de plus en plus passive. J'ai l'impression d'avoir les lèvres enflées, des lèvres de suceuses (ce qui est bien le cas...)
la queue qui vient de se retirer n'est pas remplacer. Je souffle. Un flash passe à travers le bandeau. On me prend en photo par le trou situé en face de moi. J'entends la porte s'ouvrir.
« -tu es dégueulasse, salope. Tu ne peux pas rentrer chez toi comme ca. Enlèves le coussin sous tes genoux. Tiens-toi droite, les bras le long du corps ! »
J'obtempérais et attendis.
Un premier jet de liquide m'atteint sur le coté droit, suivi immédiatement d'un autre du coté gauche. Mon visage et mon dos ne tardèrent pas à subir le même sort. A l'odeur, je compris que quatre mecs étaient en train de me pisser dessus. J'aperçus encore quelques éclairs de flash. Comme pour m'offrir leurs queues à sucer, ils se relayèrent. J'étais vraiment trempé.
Au bout d'un temps que je n'ai pu estimer, les flots s'arrêtèrent. Mon maitre m'ordonna d'enlever mon bandeau. Mes yeux eurent du mal à s'habituer à la lumière.
« - détaches la chaine de ton collier, salope ! »
il me jeta une serviette.
« essuies toi et rhabilles toi. Ta soirée est finie. Tu gardes les bracelets, le collier et la cage, bien sur.
Donnes moi ton numéro de portable que je puisse te convoquer !»
« - c'est le 06.xx.xx.xx.xx. »
« Parfait. Je vais me faire des couilles en or en te faisant vider des couilles. Tu es une bonne salope, un aspirateur à foutre, je vais te faire devenir un trou à bites, un centre d'accueil pour mecs en manque ! »
« - tu sais combien de bites ont visités ta boucher, salope ? Plus de 60 ! La prochaine fois, je ferais peut être la même chose avec ton cul. Tu imagines sa taille après 60 enculades ??? »
Aussi inquiétant que cela puisse être, l'idée me créait mes picotements dans la queue et le scrotum. 60 queues à la chaine dans un cul, je doute qu'il résiste.
« Allez, on ferme. Rentres chez toi. Je t'appellerais bientôt. »
Je sortis du sex-shop. A cette heure, je ne risquais pas de rencontrer grand monde. Puant comme je devais l'être, c'était aussi bien.
Arrivé chez moi, je jetais mes affaires dans la machine à laver et me précipitais sous la douche. Je me lavais les cheveux et le corps plusieurs fois et malgré cela, je trouvais que je puais encore. J'étais crevé alors je me couchais comme ça.
Mes dernières pensées furent : « qu'allait inventer mon maitre pour notre prochaine rencontre ???? ». Puis je plongeais dans un sommeil profond.

Excellent texte, merci

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Lara at Work


Lara had had a busy morning at work. One of her colleagues in the elderly residential home was off sick and that left the young eighteen year old to care for eight residents alone with Matron. She was an older woman of about fifty but was very lazy and had left Lara to do most of the work herself. While Lara had served the residents their lunch, Matron was secretly getting ***** in her office.

Now the residents had finished having their lunch and were gathering in the day-room for some relaxation. Most of them were able to walk there themselves and Lara had just wheeled the last of the wheelchair-bound patients into the room. He was an ex-sailor who was paralysed from the waist down after an accident many years ago onboard ship. As Lara put the brakes on his wheel chair he whispered something to her. Not hearing him at first she bent forward to get closer to him.

That is when he grabbed her. Although his legs were useless he had developed his upper body strength over the years and now he used that strength to hold the young girl tight to his chest.

"We're going to have some fun this afternoon, Lara, and you are going to be the star attraction. Look."

He turned her round, keeping his strong arms wrapped around her. Now she practically sat in his lap while she faced the other residents, men and women. These were people she had cared for over the summer months as she prepared to go to university but now they were gathering around with lust in their eyes. Lara didn't know what they were up to; she was a good girl and always did what she was told. She knew nothing about sex and became upset when the elderly men rubbed her bottom or grabbed her breasts when she was helping them to dress, getting them in and out of the bath or helping them on and off the toilet.

"Now, Lara, I hope you are not going to scream or cry out. If you do we will have to silence you but we hope you won't make us do that. We are going to play a game where each of us will be granted a wish and each wish will be related to you. Do you understand?"

Lara didn't understand anything; all she wanted to do was care for these elderly residents but they seemed to have other plans for her.

"Let me go," she struggled.

"I'm sorry, Lara, I can't do that. I see we will have to silence you. Betty, can you help please?"

Betty was a large lady of sixty-five. Lara watched in disbelief as this lady she had helped to dress this morning pulled up her long summer dress and revealed her big black knickers. She pulled them down her thick legs, showing her hairy pussy to everyone in the room and stepped out of them. Picking them up off the floor, she walked over to where Lara was being held.

"Open wide, dear," she instructed Lara. When the young girl clamped her mouth tightly shut and shook her head Betty pinched her nose until Lara had to open her mouth to breathe. As soon as she did so Betty stuffed her big, dirty knickers into Lara's reluctant mouth. She couldn't help but taste the piss stains on the crotch of Betty's knickers as well as something else which she didn't want to think about.

"Now, Lara, it is time for our first wish. Tom, what would you like?"

"I want to see her tits," said Tom, a man who had been a resident in the home for many years and was nearly eighty years old.

"Of course," replied the old sailor, holding Lara by the arms. Betty again approached the young girl, grabbed hold of her uniform top and pulled down the zip. Everyone was staring at Lara's large breasts, covered by her small white bra. While everyone else stared Betty grabbed Lara's bra and pulled it down, revealing the girl's tits to all the residents. They continued to stare while old Tom smiled delightedly. It had been a long time since he had seen such a beautiful pair of tits. Lara struggled in vain, her head thrashing from side to side, her face burning red with shame.

"Your turn, Mary. What is your wish?"

"I want to see her cunt?" said Mary, a foul-mouthed woman who swore and cursed at all the staff in the room and even at some of the residents and their families.

"OK, Mary, but I think Betty will need some help with your request. Why don't you give her a hand."

Mary moved her wheelchair over to where Lara was held and grabbed her by one of her ankles. Betty took Lara's other leg and stretched it in the opposite direction. Lara still tried to stop this but she was no match for these elderly tormentors and looked down to see Betty's hand open her trousers, slide them over her struggling legs, over her feet and off. Slowly moving her old hands back up the young girl's smooth legs, Betty reached up and pulled down Lara's tiny knickers.

"Look," she said, holding up the white thong like a prize, showing it to all the others. "And the crotch is wet; this young slut is enjoying this. Aren't you, Lara?"

Lara shook her head ********** from side to side. She had never been so frightened, so humiliated, yet there was another feeling running through her that she didn't understand. She had never felt anything like this before but it seemed to be running from her private place between her legs up to her breasts and back again.

"I can see her cunt, I can see her cunt" chanted Mary as the sailor wrapped one of his muscular arms around both of Lara's and started to slide his finger up and down her wet slit. Lara struggled with all her might but there was nothing she could do -- he was too strong for her and within a few minutes all the residents were looking at the curly hair between her legs. She cried in shame but none of the elderly men or women even seemed to notice; all they were interested in was the young girl held on the sailor's lap, her large tits sticking out, her nipples enlarged and her hairy cunt dripping.

"Now, Ben, what is your wish?"

Ben was someone that Lara had always liked; he had always seemed like such a gentleman and had always been very polite to her. Now he approached her with a look of menace in his eyes. He pulled something from his trousers and switched it on. Lara heard the sound of Ben's electric razor and looked down in disbelief as the old man lifted it to her pussy and started to shave. She cried in shame as the curls fell from between her legs and the tears fell down her face as he bent down and continued to shave all the way round to her dirty hole. Lara couldn't believe this was happening as she looked down for the first time and saw her bald pussy. It looked so different and felt so sensitive when Ben patted her with his rough hand once he had finished.

"Margaret, it's your turn now. What do you want?"

Margaret was a small, kindly woman who Lara hoped would allow her to be set free but, instead, the older woman said, with a grin, "I want to see her totally naked."

Lara had never been naked in front of anyone since she had been a small ***** and hated the idea of it happening here at her work. Between them, however, the sailor, Ben, Mary, Tom and Betty managed to strip her naked and then dropped her on to the floor. Lara thought, just for a second that she was going to be able to escape but then Betty sat down on her stomach and Lara realised she was going nowhere. Apart from all the *********** she had endured so far, Lara realised that she had not had the time to go to the toilet all morning and, with Betty pressing on her bladder with her big, fat arse, the younger girl really need to pee.

There were two residents left and Lara looked up to see them both standing at her head. They were twins who didn't really need to be in the home but had both had so many incontinence problems that they had decided to move in and be taken care of. Now in their early sixties, they were both relatively fit and quite attractive. Elizabeth was the one who always took control and whatever she said her twin sister, Jill, always carried out. Lara didn't know how she could be any more humiliated than lying on the floor on front of the residents, totally naked and with fat Betty sitting on her. She was, however, totally shocked when the twins started to undress each other and very soon Lara was looking up at the naked bodies of two elderly but beautiful women, their tits slightly sagging but not by much. They had trim bodies and didn't look to have any extra fat on their bottoms either, Lara noticed, when both of the women did a twirl in front of everyone else and paraded their naked bodies for all to see.

"I guess we don't have to ask what you girls want to do next. We'll all just sit back and enjoy the show."

Elizabeth moved until she had one foot at either side of Lara's head allowing the young girl to look straight up to the older woman's dripping pussy. The only thing was Lara wasn't sure if it was dripping because the older woman needed to pee too. Then she lowered herself on to Lara's face and ordered her to, "Lick my pussy, bitch."

Lara didn't know what to do. Her head was trapped by the older woman's knees and her mouth was sitting immediately below the woman's hairy, wet pussy but Lara couldn't imagine reaching out with her tongue and tasting another woman's private parts. Still in shock, she felt Betty get up off her and thought that this might be her chance to escape, even with Elizabeth kneeling on her face but then she felt someone between her legs and holding on to her thighs. She tried to look around Elizabeth but the older woman looked down and instructed her, "Just do to me what Jill does to you." Lara didn't understand what she meant until she felt a soft, wet tongue run up her private place and send a shiver right through her body. She could only imagine that it was Jill's tongue that was making her wetter than she had ever been and looked up to see Elizabeth pull apart her pussy lips and say, "Now, lick me."

Lara still couldn't believe that she was being asked to do this even though what Jill was doing to her felt so good. She hesitated but when Elizabeth reached behind her and pinched the young girl's nipples, Lara knew that she had to do what she was told. Tentatively she opened her innocent mouth and reached out with her tongue. When she touched the older woman's hairy slit Elizabeth let out a moan and sank further onto Lara's mouth. As Jill probed deeper and deeper into Lara's pussy, so the young girl did the same to Elizabeth's. As Jill stroked one finger up and down Lara's slit, so the young girl freed one of her hands and stroked Elizabeth's wet cunt. As Jill flicked Lara's clit with her thumb so Lara did the same to Elizabeth until the older woman started to buck harder and faster on the face of the younger girl.

"Yes! Yes! That's it! Do it! Lick me! Fuck Me! I'm cummmming!" screamed Elizabeth. And Lara would have screamed out in orgasm too if her mouth hadn't been filled with the older woman's cunt and juices.

As they both came back down from their orgasms, Lara remembered where she was and what she was doing. She had just cum for the first time in her young life on the floor of her work place. She had just cum in front of eight elderly people and she had just made another woman cum with her tongue and her fingers. She didn't think it could get any worse. But it could!

As Elizabeth recovered from her orgasm she made no move to raise herself from Lara's face; instead she looked down on the young girl's cum covered face and asked, "Are you ready for this?"

Lara was again at a loss as to what she meant and was about to ask when she was suddenly met with Elizabeth's piss flowing from her pussy and covering Lara's face and long, curly hair. It seemed to flow forever and Lara had no escape as Elizabeth refused to move from her face. When she felt Jill's hand press against her own belly she realised that she was going to pee too and very soon felt her own piss poured out between her pussy lips, covering Jill's face and leaving a pool on the floor. Once she was finished, she was so ashamed she simply closed her eyes and hoped never to see this place again but when she opened her eyes she was faced with even more ***********.

All the women had lifted their skirts and removed their knickers. All the men had opened the zips on their trousers and were wanking their cocks. As the women started to piss on the young girl, the men all seemed to cum together and shot their spunk over her face, tits and cunt.

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Who Was ******* Who?



I ****** my eyes open. It felt like an almighty effort as if I was using all my strength just to lift my eyelids. At first my eyes didn't focus but, when they did, I couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Just a few feet from where I was sitting was a huge TV screen and on it was playing what looked like a very high quality home movie – of the "adult" variety. I didn't have any problem with that, especially as the two women writhing on the bed seemed to be enjoying themselves so much. What was taking my breath away was that one of the women was Jane, my boss's wife, and the other was Aileen, my own, very innocent, wife!

Both women were naked, Aileen lying on her back, while Jane was lying on top of her sucking my wife's tiny nipples. I could tell Aileen was enjoying the attention as the look on her face was exactly the same as when I had first convinced her to show me her breasts and to allow me to introduce her to the pleasures of tit love, a mixture of excitement and disbelief, tinged with a hint of newly experienced lust.

As Jane made her way down Aileen's slight body, kissing every inch of her delectable skin, I knew that I had to find out what was going on and put a stop to this **** of my young wife.

That was when I realised that, not only was I naked too, but that I was bound to the chair, my wrists tied to the arms and my ankles strapped to the legs.

"Help!" I shouted. "Somebody help me!"

The door swung open and in walked my boss, Kevin, also naked, with his erection bouncing before him.

"Hi, Andy. So you're finally awake. Enjoying the show? We wanted to wait until the ***** had worn off but Aileen wouldn't wait any longer. She's quite a whore once she gets going but I suppose you know that already.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd been *******! By my boss! Aileen was a whore! I didn't know which was the most fanciful.

"I'll leave you here for a while to watch the girls but I think you'll see me on screen too very shortly. We can't allow the girls to have all the fun."

"Let me go! Let me go! If you untie me now I'll take Aileen home and no more will be said about this. Either that or I'm going straight to the police."

"Relax, Andy, nobody's going anywhere. We'll talk about your options once Jane and I are finished with Aileen but, if you'll excuse me now, my prick's desperate for some attention."

I struggled with my binds but he was right: I wasn't going anywhere. "Let me go!" I screamed again but he had already left the room. Before he left, however, he had turned up the volume on the TV and the room was filled with Aileen's desperate moans. My eyes were dragged back on to the screen to find Jane now had her head between Aileen's outstretched legs and, from her movements, was obviously doing to Aileen what only I had ever done before. At that moment, the camera angle was adjusted and I was treated to a close up of Jane lapping at Aileen's dripping pussy.

Aileen was thrashing her head from side to side, her arms outstretched, gripping onto the bed sheets, obviously very close to cumming. I knew the signs well enough; her eyes were glazed over as if she were in another world; her hips were rising from the bed to push her cunt hard against Jane's tongue and, when that tongue moved up to Aileen's small clit, I knew my beautiful wife wouldn't be able to stop herself, even if she wanted to (which it didn't look like she had any intention of doing).

Jane began to insert one, then two, then three fingers into my wife's tight pussy and fucked her hard. Aileen's hips were now permanently off the bed as she tried to get Jane's fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt. I had never seen her act so wantonly, even with me, and I was jealous, enraged and incredibly turned on all at the same time.

I tried again to free myself but just at that moment Aileen's screams of pleasure filled the room as she came on the fingers and tongue of my boss's wife. I looked on, incredulously, as Aileen had a massive orgasm and flooded Jane's hand and mouth with her pussy juices. I couldn't believe how long it kept going but, eventually, she dropped back to the bed, exhausted but obviously satisfied.

I was still having immense trouble reconciling the image of the slut on the bed with the innocent wife I had married only weeks before and who was a virgin when I had first met her. It didn't seem to matter that she was only eighteen and I was twenty five. She had learned the pleasures of sex only from me and I had taken great delight in teaching her. Now, as the camera again changed position, I watched in disbelief as Jane got up and sat down on Aileen's face.

"Now it's time to return the favour," Jane said as she lowered herself on to my previously innocent wife's mouth. The camera showed the anticipation in Aileen's eyes and her tongue instantly poked out of her open mouth to taste another woman's cunt for the first time. I didn't know what Aileen was thinking as she began to lap at Jane's wet cunt but she must have been amazed at the differences between both of their pussies. Aileen's was almost untouched, had hardly any protruding lips to speak of and was covered in a fine down of strawberry blond hair. Jane's, on the other hand, was covered in dark, curly hair that stretched all the way around to her arse. Her lips met Aileen's tongue before the rest of her cunt had settled on my wife's face and, as Aileen's tongue slid up her slit, which was obviously as slack as her morals.

"That's it, Aileen. Just do what you like Andy doing to you. You're very good at it. Are you sure this is your first time with another woman?"

Aileen grunted underneath Jane as she didn't seem to want to stop tasting the older woman's juices. Jane was playing with her large, sagging tits as my lovely wife pleasured her from below but obviously decided to crank things up a notch as she reached down and began to rub her own clit while still gyrating on Aileen's tongue.

"Don't stop, Aileen. Don't stop," pleaded my boss's wife as she started to tremble with what I knew would be an immense orgasm. Faster and faster she rubbed as Aileen's tongue continued to lap up the juices pouring from Jane's cunt.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" screamed Jane as her pussy exploded on my wife's face and drenched her with the result of Aileen's ministrations.

Jane collapsed backwards on top of Aileen, her legs wide open, her cunt almost as wide, and left my wife with nothing to see but the older woman's cunt still in spasm from her huge orgasm.

"I think we need a rest before we invite Kevin to join us."

Kevin, however, had other ideas. I don't know if he had been watching but he appeared on the screen just at that point, his cock straining to join in.

"Don't you dare touch her! Don't you dare touch my wife!" I shouted at the TV screen in front of me but, while I could hear every sound of the assault on my poor wife, they obviously had no idea what I was screaming at them.

Kevin practically pushed his fat wife off my sweet, young Aileen and replaced her between my wife's open legs.

"I never fuck a cunt I haven't tasted first," he laughed. Aileen, in reply, instead of recoiling in horror raised her hips again and offered her pussy to my boss.

"Help yourself," she said with a smile and Kevin did just that. He bent down and lapped my wife's pussy from bottom to top and down again.

"Very nice," he grinned, licking his lips. "I'm going to enjoy this."

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare! Aileen, what are you doing?" I shouted futilely at the screen. "How can you do this? How can you let them fuck you?"

Aileen lowered her hips to the bed, oblivious to my pleas and reached out for my boss. "I think my pussy needs you cock inside," she said. I had never heard her say these words before.

"Well, who am I to reject a lady?"

With that the camera angle changed again and, once again, I got a close up of Aileen's cunt, only this time I was "rewarded" with the sight of another man's penis pushing into my young wife's waiting pussy. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; neither could I turn away as my boss's hard prick proceeded to slide in and out of my wife's cunt as if he had never fucked a woman before.

"That's it, Kevin, fuck her hard. Fuck her like the slut she is," encouraged his wife.

"Yes, Kevin. Fuck me. Fuck me like you've never fucked before. Don't think about me. I want it hard, as hard as you can. Fuck my cunt. Make it sore. Fuck my cunt with your big hard cock."

Kevin didn't need any more encouragement. He started to hammer in and out of my wife's tender cunt as if he was punishing her with his big, throbbing cock. In and out, in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder. My boss pummelled my wife's cunt. My wife thrust her hips up to meet his downwards lunges and very soon both of them were cumming.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm filling her cunt with my spunk.!"

"Yes, Kevin! Fuck me with your big, hard cock. Fill me with your spunk. Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Oh, GOD! I'M CUMMING!"

"Fuck her, Kevin!" cried his wife. "Give the slut exactly what she wants. Fuck her cunt hard!"

Kevin and Aileen seemed to cum together and both their bodies trembled and shook until they both fell on the bed exhausted, my boss on top of my wife. Just then the screen went blank.

Chapter 2

Kevin collapsed on top of me, his cock still throbbing deep within my spunk-filled cunt. I still couldn't believe what I had done. I couldn't believe that over the last few hours, after a very nice dinner with my husband, his boss and his boss's wife, I had been ****** into allowing a woman to make me cum with her tongue, I had been ****** into eating her cunt in return, and now, even worse than that, I had been ****** to let Andy's boss fuck my pussy and fill it with his seed.

I had been terrified when I realised that they had somehow ******* Andy but they promised not to hurt either of us if I did as I was told and fucked them both. Not only that but I had to make it look as if I wanted it; and just for good measure they were going to record the whole episode and show it to Andy if I ever mentioned this to anyone. If I kept quiet and did what I was told, Andy would be unharmed and would even be promoted if I performed well.

That's why, when I felt I had finally done enough to satisfy them, I was slow to react when Jane raised one of my arms and handcuffed it to the bedstead. I must have been sluggish after the biggest orgasm I had ever had and, with Kevin lying on top of me, I was powerless to resist when she walked round the bed and secured my other arm in the same way.

Once they knew I couldn't get off the bed, Kevin got up off me and stood by the side of the bed, his cock still dripping. As Jane came back round to stand beside him, they put their arms around each other and looked down on me like some sort of favoured pet.

"I don't understand," I said. "I've done everything you asked of me. Please let me go now. Let me see Andy."

"Well you can certainly see Andy," said Jane with a smile. She leaned over me again and tucked the pillow under my shoulders and head to raise me to an almost upright position.

"All you have to do is watch the TV and you will see Andy on there in no time at all."
With that they left the room and left me bewildered, afraid and with the horrible sensation of Kevin's spunk dribbling out of my punished cunt.

Chapter 3

It must have been nearly half an hour after the screen went blank before my boss and his wife, both still naked, walked into the room where I was secured to the chair.

"Looks like you enjoyed the show, Andy," teased Kevin as I looked down to my erect prick and knew it had never been harder. "Aileen certainly enjoyed being the star and what a tight cunt she has. No wonder you've kept her to yourself."

"The minute you untie me I'm going to **** you, you and your whore of a wife."

"Well, I can understand that but we've got a proposition for you that I think might change your mind," said my boss with a knowing smile.

"I don't want anything from you, you bastard. Untie me this minute and before I report you to the police for drugging me, holding me captive and ****** my wife, I'm going to beat the living daylights out of you," I growled at him.

"Like I said, I can understand your reaction but, "rape"? Did it look like we were ****** Aileen? I thought she quite enjoyed being fucked by Jane and I. I know we certainly enjoyed fucking her.

"Anyway, here's my idea. First we let Jane take care of that large cock of yours in any way you may chose. Then you get the chance to fuck her up the arse as that was the one thing we couldn't convince Aileen to do and I'm guessing you're a bum man, Andy. You wouldn't give up the chance for some anal action. Finally, as my part of the deal, I'm going to offer you a promotion that will see you and Aileen set up for life. What do you say?"

Everything was swirling round my head and this time it wasn't chemically induced. I was torn between wanting to **** this man and finally getting the chance to fuck someone up the arse – a long time fantasy of mine. Added to that was the promotion that I had been working so hard for being handed to me on a plate and the fact that Kevin was right: Aileen had enjoyed being fucked by these two older sluts.

"All right. I'll agree but I want one more thing."

Once I had explained to Kevin and Jane what I wanted they agreed without hesitation and my boss started to untie my bindings. When he was finished, surprisingly, he left the room.

Chapter 4

Andy's boss walked back into my room and leered at my naked, bound body.

"Show time!" was all he said as he switched on the large TV and sat down beside me.

"Now it's Andy's time to have some fun," he laughed.

The picture on the screen presented me with a view of Andy that I never thought I would see. He was sitting in an upright chair with his head thrown back in what was obviously a moment of extreme pleasure and it wasn't difficult to imagine where that pleasure was coming from.

Jane's head was bobbing up and down in his groin and I knew she was sucking his cock. I couldn't believe this; after all I had gone through to protect him from harm, here he was enjoying the blowjob of his life. I hated doing that for him and I hated the taste of his salty pre-cum so I had only ever done this for him a handful of times. Never once had he cum in my mouth.

"Jane's an expert at blowjobs," said Kevin with a smile and a huge degree of pride as he watched his fat wife sucking another man's cock. As if to emphasise the fact, he picked up a control from the side of the bed and the camera moved in to show Andy's huge cock sliding in and out of Jane's wet, red lips. She varied her action between taking his prick all the way to the back of her throat and then sliding her lips all the way back up his rod and licking up and down both sides of his throbbing shaft with her long wet tongue. When she started to suck on his balls and continued to pull at his cock with her left hand, I knew Andy wasn't going to last very long.

So did he because just then, showing who exactly was in control here, her pulled her off his cock by the hair and ordered her on to the bed. Jane practically jumped on to the bed and lay down on her back. Andy got on to the bed, straddled her chest and knelt down, laying his cock between her massive tits.

Now I knew this was Andy's scenario. He always complained my tits were too small for a proper tit wank and now he was obviously going to use Jane's huge breasts for his own pleasure. Kevin adjusted the camera angle again and I was treated to the sight of Jane wrapping her enormous tits around my husband's cock.

"Go on, Andy; Aileen will never know. Use my tits the way you want to. Shoot your spunk all over them."

I look on in disbelief as Andy thrust between Jane's tits and, after the blowjob she had just given him, it was no surprise when he started to plunge between those two mountains of tit flesh and shouted, "Oh God! Here it comes!"

His spunk flew from the head of his cock and landed on Jane, first on her nose, then her chin, then the last few spurts covered her breasts. Jane started to wipe the cum off her tits and then licked it off her fingers. As she went to remove it from her face, Andy stopped her.

"Leave it there, slut. I want you to have a reminder of what a whore you are."

At that, he climbed off his boss's wife, stepped down from the bed, and sat back down on the chair.

"Get over here, cunt," he said with some menace. If ever I had any doubt about whether Andy was being ****** in to this as I had been, they were now dispelled. Jane just giggled like a schoolgirl, jumped off the bed and stood beside my husband, meekly, with her hands held behind her back.

"This is something Andy added himself. I think you'll agree it's a nice touch," said Kevin. Once he had positioned the camera just as he wanted it he put down the control and proceeded to stroke his cock with one hand while rubbing a finger up and down my wet slit. I tried to wriggle out of the way but was distracted once again by Andy's voice coming from the screen.

"Get over my lap and accept your punishment for what you've done."

I saw Jane tremble a little but she did as she was told, her giggles now with a hint of nervousness in them.

"What are you?" Andy asked as he took Jane's right arm and bent it behind her back.

"I'm a slut," she said with relish and dread.

SLAP

I nearly jumped off the bed as I watched my husband raise his hand and bring it down, hard, on Jane's huge arse.

"Wrong," he instructed. "You must almost address me as "Sir" from now on. So what are you?"

"I'm a slut, sir," she pleaded.

SLAP

"Wrong. You're a dirty slut. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty slut, sir," she whimpered.

SLAP

"Wrong. You're a dirty, fat slut. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty, fat slut," she whispered.

SLAP

"Wrong. You're a dirty, fat, slut who needs her arse fucked. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty, fat, slut who needs her arse fucked, sir."

SLAP

"Well get on your knees and beg me to fuck your big, fat arse?"

This was unbelievable. Not only had my husband spanked his boss's wife but now he was going to fuck her up the arse. I looked over to Kevin but he was mesmerised by the action on the screen, my cunt long forgotten as he wanked his cock so quickly his hands were a blur.

"Please, sir, please fuck my big, fat arse with your big, fat cock. Show me no mercy, sir. Punish my arsehole with your prick and fuck me hard. Fuck me hard and fill my arse with your spunk. Please, sir," she begged, again dragging my eyes ************* back to the screen.

I watched as Andy lined up his cock with her dirty hole and pushed in. At first he didn't seem to be making any progress then the shiny head of his prick seemed to pop on through her hole and they both seemed to rest for a minute, presumably to get used to this unknown sensation.

"Do it, sir. Please, do it. Fuck me up the arse and make me cum," she entreated.

Andy needed no further encouragement and I watched, glued to the screen as my husband began to plough her tightest hole with a violence I had never seen in him. He plunged in and out of her arsehole, faster and faster, harder and harder.

"Beg me again, you slut. Beg me to fill your dark hole with my spunk."

"Please, sir. I need it. I need your big cock up my tiny arsehole. I need you to fuck me hard. Fuck me, sir! Please, sir! Fuck me! Fuck my big, fat arse with your big, fat cock."

Andy obviously couldn't take any more as I watched his whole body tense and he gave one final push into the mountain of flesh kneeling before him.

"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING UP YOR ARSE!"

Chapter 5

As he slid from Jane's arse he had no way of knowing that his boss was sliding out of Aileen's previously virginal anus as he had decided that it was only fair he and Aileen should join in. When Andy walked in a short while later he could tell by way she was now tied, with her ankles secured next to her wrists on the headboard, her mouth gagged, and Kevin's spunk running out of her ravaged arsehole that she hadn't enjoyed her last piece of action one little bit.

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"Let's take a walk in the woods." It sounded like a great idea at the time and it started out pretty well.

Jim and I drove to our favorite hiking area, parked deep in the woods on a service road, and walked further into the woods.

We had packed our backpacks with the usual – snack bars, water, even a small first aid kit. We weren't exceptionally familiar with all the details of the woods, but we loved to hike and it was a great day for being outdoors. The air was soft and quiet. The birds and other fauna provided a constant backdrop of sounds. Occasionally in the distance we could hear ATV enthusiasts gunning their engines on an off-road trail.

Several hours into the walk we stopped and sat on a fallen tree chatting and munching on trail mix and snack bars. Did I mention that being deep in the woods tends to make us horney?

We kissed. A soft, warm kiss evolved quickly into a full exchange of tongues. Jim's kisses trailed lightly from my lips, across my cheek and down my neck. I threw my head back giving him access to my throat. He is a wonderful, passionate man. His lips and tongue were exploring all my exposed skin, even down to my fingertips. Not wanting him to stop, I unbuttoned my shirt slowly giving him access to ever more skin.

He took advantage of each new reveal of skin saturating it with kisses, exploring it, tasting it with his tongue.

I pulled my shirt from my jeans and lay back on the fallen tree. The shirt fell free leaving my navel open for him to explore as he had the rest. The soft kisses, his warm breath, and the damp line left by his tongue thrilled me. I wanted it never to stop. I had goose bumps everywhere. My panties were damp.

I struggled to unbutton my jeans to give him more room for exploration. "Do you want me to take your jeans off," he whispered.

I could say nothing. I didn't want to break the spell. My hips moved as though on their own. No further response was needed. He slowly pulled my jeans lower. His tongue and warm breath covered each newly exposed inch of skin. He was following the direction of the arrow made by the open zipper. It pointed to exactly where I wanted that tongue.

I squirmed as he pulled the jeans further down. I felt the soft old bark of the tree on my bare butt. I remembering telling him to hurry and "take them off." This caused a brief pause in the spell as he struggled with my hiking boots. As he unlaced my boots, I shrugged off the shirt.

I spread my legs to show him the tiny diamonds of moisture that clung to hair clustered at the entrance. "If I take off my bra, will you suck my tits?" I asked coyly. His smile was all the encouragement I needed. With the bra off I told him not to forget to suck on my pussy as well. I dropped my bra on the pile of clothes and lay back on the mossy old tree.

He started over again at my forehead. Moving slowly down he kissed my closed eyelids, my face, my cheeks, my lips. His tongue and warm breath made every inch of me feel special.

Lightly with his fingers he caressed my breasts finally taking the now swollen nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard on them bringing them to maximum sensitivity. I felt as though my pussy was gushing. I squirmed. I wanted him in me, but I knew I'd have to wait.

With all that additional skin revealed he covered areas not previously attended to leaving goose flesh where ever his tongue went. Frequently he returned to my nipples bringing them again to levels of sensation hardly imaginable.

He covered my arms, my tummy, my chest with his kisses. Finally I felt his tongue on my clit. It was electric. My hips responded. I squirmed. He held me fast as the butterfly of his tongue threatened to take me over the top. "Put it in! Fuck me!" I'm pretty sure that came from me.

A hesitation. Noise of clothing. His face near mine. Then his cock slid inside me. I was almost delirious with passion. My hips leaped upwards to claim the entering cock. My pussy grasped it and held on. He pulled back and I wanted to hold on. Then he rammed it forward again and electricity shot from my clit as it collided with his body.

When it came I screamed and he screamed. It went on and on. The woods became quiet.

When it was over I could feel his still hard cock inside me pulsating as if to pump still more cum inside my ravenous body.

We lay there until I came around enough to realize that I was not at all comfortable lying on a log with my boyfriend lying on top of me. "Off," I said and pushed him tentatively upward. He moved away. His cock slid out, limp and wet.

I stood and turned my back to him. Taking the hint he brushed me off paying extra special attention to my butt.

I broke out the baby wipes I carry in my backpack for just such occasions. I handed him one and kept one. We went to work slowly on each other wiping and cleaning. When I'd finished stroking his cock with the damp wipe, he was hard. He cleaned me concentrating on my clit toward the end. I pressed against him hard. He took hold of my butt and raised me just enough for me to slide his cock up where it belonged. We twitched, and shivered, and squirmed for a bit before he set me down and we whispered together, "We'll finish that tonight."

We cleaned up again and dressed. Once again on the trail we held hands until the narrowness of the trail ****** us to travel one behind the other.

After a bit the woods opened to a clearing of grasses and marsh. In the marsh stood several egrets and heron. Cattails made it all the more picturesque. Without a word Jim raised his camera and started through the grass. It was up to his armpits making him look like a swaying bust over the tops of the grass as he closed in for his photo. I waited motionless on the trail not wanting to disturb the birds.

Suddenly Jim screamed. The birds jolted into flight. "What is it?" I yelled as I ran toward him. His answer was only a continuing scream. I was panicked and scared. I had no idea what had happened to Jim, but his cries made it clear he was in a great deal of pain.

A snake? He was bending over fighting with something. As I came up on him I could see he had stepped in an old rusted trap, probably an old muskrat trap. They were illegal now, but this one looked like it might have been long forgotten.

As I neared, he had it open, but was having trouble getting his foot out. I closed in. "Can you hold the trap open?" he asked. "I can't hold it and get my foot out."

I held open the rusted claws of the trap and stood on its base while Jim gingerly pulled his foot free. He was ******** profusely at the sites where the claws had closed.

"Can you walk?" I asked. In response he leaned heavily on me and we started slowly back toward the trail. Once on the trail he collapsed. I put a backpack under his head. Jim's hiking boots had absorbed a lot of the blow and prevented the claws from actually breaking his ankle. I removed his boot and elevated the leg by moving a large rock under it. Out again came the baby wipes and I cleaned up the wound staunching the ***** flow. I assumed that the ******** had been helpful in cleaning out the wound. Jim and I were up on our tetanus shots so he was good there, though the medical folks would undoubtedly give him a booster just in case.

From our first aid kit I gave Jim a bunch of Tylenol and used gauze and tape to wrap the wound.

So far so good. Jim's eyes were closed, but he didn't seem to be in shock. His skin looked normal and he wasn't cold. Just hang out here for a while I counseled myself. Let him recover, and then we'll see how much weight he can put on the leg to determine whether we walk out or not. Without optimism I checked my cell for a signal. Nothing. Where were those four bars when you needed them?

I sat with Jim stroking his hair. He seemed to be doing well enough considering. After a bit he opened his eyes, tentatively. "Did you get the picture?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "The one of you lying here on the path!" We chuckled and held hands. "Wanna fuck?" I asked.

"You'll have to sit on me right her on the path."

"Naw, I don't want to get dirt in my pussy." And so, it continued until Jim actually nodded off. It wasn't a long nap, but I was beginning to be worried that we were losing the light. The one thing I hadn't packed was flashlights. Who would have expected that we'd still be hiking after dark?

When he awoke, he was ready to get up and back on the trail. We weren't lost, but it was a ways back to the car. It would take a while.

I helped him to his feet and we started off. I gave him back his pack after taking everything out of it to lighten it. Even so, my pack wasn't excessively heavy. We made fairly good time with him leaning on me and shuffling along. I found a stick that he could use for a walking stick which helped.

Darkness was beginning to fall and Jim's strength was clearly ebbing. We stopped frequently taking water and resting. The stops were getting closer together and our speed was continuously declining.

With Jim leaning on me we started up a slight incline and Jim fainted. His weight took both of us to the ground. I hit my head on something, probably a rock in the trail. It took some doing, but I rolled him off me and stood. As I was trying to bring him around I became aware of a sharp pain in my head and a general headache. When I put my hand to the point of the pain, I found *****. The wound didn't feel bad to my hand, but it hurt and I needed to stop the ********.

Back to the first aid supplies. Jim came around as I cleaned myself up. Cleaned up was good, but I still felt woozy. A couple of the Tylenol for me and some for him.

Gradually I became aware that the noise of the ATV's was louder than I remembered from earlier. They were closer. A bit of hope. They'd never hear me scream for help, but maybe I could find the ATV trail and get a ride out. Hope swelled within me.

Jim and I talked about it. We recalled from previous excursions that the ATV trail was completely separate from the hiking trail and off to our right. Perhaps a hiking trail intersected it. We vowed to keep watch for an intersecting hiking trail. With that both of us leaning on each other moved slowly forward toward our car and hopefully a ride out to it.

A quarter of a mile or thereabouts, we did intersect another trail which actually had a sign post indicating our trail head as well as pointing to the ATV trail. I left Jim sitting against a tree and started down the trail on my own. Now, without him as a burden, moving much faster. In another quarter of a mile or less I found the trail. My hopes rose hugely and were further buoyed by fresh tire marks on the trail as well as not too far distant sounds of the vehicles themselves.

The trail I was on intersected the ATV trail leaving me with a question about which way to proceed. Should I walk in the direction the tire tracks indicated they were heading or in the opposite direction hoping that they would return to the parking area soon? I chose the latter.

Not far down the trail, I was rewarded with the sounds of approaching ATV's from behind me. I stopped and waited. They appeared moving much too fast. There were two of them, one rider on each. They skidded to a stop as I waved frantically at them.

"Hey, cutie, it's kind of dangerous to be walking this trail. Where's your ATV?" The guy on the lead ATV was speaking and leering at me. If I hadn't needed them, I'd have run into the woods.

I composed myself and exuding as much confidence as I could muster I explained the situation and told them that I'd be very grateful if they would help me get Jim back to our car.

The look that passed between them scared the **** out of me.

"I 'spose we could do that," the one on the lead ATV said. The leer now was so obvious my knees were weak. I was trembling.

"Come on, then, I'll take you to him." I was trying to move them toward Jim as quickly as I could.

"Not so fast," he said with a wink at his still silent partner. "We haven't discussed price."

My mouth dropped open. My body was screaming at me to run.

"We don't carry money when we hike, but I can send you some when we get home," I blurted out.

"Actually I was thinking of something else."

"What . . . ." It was a question, it was a statement and I was so scared it was hardly understandable as I stammered the word.

"Well, what else do you have?" he asked leering still but now looking plainly at my chest. Instinctively I covered my breasts with the palms of my hands and pressed them tightly to me. "Yeah, they might do. Let's see what they look like."

His silent partner was practically drooling as he stared.

There it was now. The stakes were clear. The cards were on the table. It was my call. "If I show them to you, would you do it?" It was all I could do to get the words out. "Maybe we should just try to walk out." I said it more to myself than to the two riders who just looked at me.

They said nothing. I released my breasts dropping my arms to my side. I felt helpless as I looked at them. I felt naked.

A motion of the speaker's head was the only response, but they both looked at me expectantly. I capitulated and undid the first button. "I'll show them to you, and then we have to go." There was no confidence, only hope in my voice.

The second button fell open. My arms felt like lead, my fingers were numb.

The third button. A motion from the leader which clearly meant "hurry up." I opened the next button, then pulled the shirt to one side and raised the cup of my bra revealing one breast. I put it back quickly and said, "OK, now can we go?"

"Nope, keep going" was the only response.

Continuing, feeling defeated I finished opening my shirt. I stood before them on the silent trail arms at my side.

"Go on," he said.

I raised my bra slowly like a stripper I thought. My breasts fell from the cups. I waited a second, and then replaced my bra. I looked at the ground not wanting to see their faces.

"You're just not with the program," he said with disgust. "Come over here." Defeated I walked the two steps separating us. "Give me your bra." He held out his hand.

"Please, no," I whined, pleaded. His hand was unmoved. I reached around back and began fumbling with the catch. I'd done this a million times, taken my bra off, but never on a trail with two complete strangers leering at me. I simply couldn't get it done.

The mouthy one got off his ATV. "You just need some help," he said and with that he turned me and unsnapped the bra. He'd done it a million times as well. The bra fell slightly forward. He turned me to face him and his friend and pulled the bra off. I put up my hands to cover myself.

He gently moved one of my hands from its protective position and I let the other fall. I stood trembling under their gaze. Without a word he began to fondle me rubbing my breasts and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I didn't move. I looked at the ground.

"Pick up your shirt and bra and give them to my buddy."

I picked up the shirt from the trail brushed it off, took the bra from where it lay on the ground and gave them both to Mr. Silent.

"Give him your pants, too."

I became lightheaded with this latest command and almost fainted. "No . . . no . . . ." It started out as a defiant "no", but deteriorated into a pleading "no".

I leaned against Mr. Silent's ATV and began unlacing my boots.

"You got nice tits, honey." It was the first that Mr. Silent had spoken. Ice formed in my veins. My head spun.

I continued with my boots and handed them to Mr. Silent. I took a deep breath and unbuckled my belt. I released the button at the waist and lowered the zipper. Taking another deep breath, I pushed my jeans past my hips and down to the trail. I hesitated but then stepped out of them. Again I handed them to Mr. Silent.

I was standing barefooted, half naked before these two "rescuers". Only my panties remained. I didn't expect that to last.

"Ok honey, where's your boy friend?"

My god, he was actually going to follow through and get us to our car. Or at least it sounded that way. I gave him the directions to where Jim was waiting.

"Go pick up that guy with the foot problem and bring him to that clearing where we ate lunch. I'll see you there." With this directive from "our leader" Mr. Silent nodded, gunned his ATV and took off in a shower of dirt and pebbles. My clothes went with him.

I looked at my remaining rescuer. "Do you have a name," I asked.

"Not for you to know," he laughed.

"What should I call you, then," I wanted to know.

"Just call me 'Master'. That should do it," again he laughed. "Now before we get on our way you need to do a couple of things for me."

I just stared at him. I couldn't think of much else that would embarrass me more or make me feel more defeated. "What?" I asked.

"Sit on that stump," he said pointing to a stump of a tree that had been sawed down. It was about two feet in height and relatively flat on its surface. I sat.

"Lean way back and close your eyes."

I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I was pretty sure that I had no real options now. I sat and leaned back.

"Put your hand in your pants and stick a finger in your pussy."

I did. I heard the camera.

"Open your mouth. Look like you're enjoying it."

I opened my mouth and tried to look transfixed. Again the sound of the camera.

"OK honey, come sit on my lap and we'll be on our way."

When I got to the ATV, I found that he had his cock out. It was in full erection. "Come on, sit on my lap."

Things just kept getting more out of hand. I did as he instructed. He positioned his cock so it lay flat under my spread legs. "You get to drive. Just don't go too fast. We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt. Drive it around here in circles. That will get you used to it. Then when you're comfortable, take off back the way we came from."

The operation looked pretty simple. He started the engine and held me at the waist as I experimented with the controls touring the clearing in circles. It was simple to operate. I told "Master" I was ready to go and he pointed the way. No sooner had we gotten underway than I learned why I was driving. He began to run his hands over my body concentrating on my breasts with an occasional foray into my panties where he fingered the lips of my pussy, pinched and twisted my clit, and pumped first one, then two fingers inside me.

He was good, unfortunately. My driving became a bit erratic as I began to respond to his touch.

We arrived at a clearing that seemed to have nothing special to recommend it. "Stop here," he said. "Hop off." I climbed down. He followed producing several pieces of rope from somewhere. He took my arm and directed me to a tree. Without a word, he backed me up to the tree. Still holding the arm he pulled it behind the tree and tied my wrists together.

I wasn't tied tightly and he didn't tie me any further – no rope around my waist or my ankles. "We'll wait here for my buddy."

The clearing was about thirty or forty feet across, not circular, but not square either. It was off the ATV trail by about 200 or 300 feet and quite secluded. There was a carpet of high grass that had been recently trampled, but no other indications of human or ****** occupancy.

The tree he had selected and the way he positioned me left me looking straight back at the route we had taken to enter. I would be the first thing Jim saw as they approached, I was sure of that.

"Master" approached leering. He had replaced his cock in his pants. He began to fondle me again, but this time he kissed my body. He sucked and nibbled my nipples. He had been looking at me naked for so long that I was past the revulsion of invasion. His attentions were so gentle that I actually began to squirm. I was certain that I was to be raped, but I was getting so hot that I began to think it might be a relief if he let me come during the ****.

For the first time he pulled my panties down. Reflexively I moved my legs together. The panties got no further than was necessary for him to expose my pussy. He stepped back and took more pictures.

Shortly we both heard the sound of an approaching ATV. It was almost dark now. Most probably the only ATV left on the trail would be that belonging to Mr. Silent.

Moments later the ATV broke through some high grass not yet trampled. Jim was sitting on, or shall I say, clinging to a fender. Mr. Silent was obviously driving slowly to accommodate the precarious hold Jim had. The ATV came to a stop across the clearing and Mr. Silent hopped quickly off to assist Jim lending him a shoulder just like an old friend. However when Jim's head came up and he got his bearings a look of unbelievable shock crossed his face. He took an ill advised swing at Mr. Silent who was apparently expecting something like that.

He ducked and dumped Jim. Jim rattled off the fender of the ATV landing flat on his back. I yelled to him. He turned and tried to get up on one knee. Mr. Silent was eyeing him cautiously but without any real concern. Jim continued clawing himself upright using the ATV as a crutch.

"What the hell have you done?" He was near hysterical. There was ***** running down his neck from a wound created by the fall. "I thought you were going to take us to our car!"

"I'm OK," I called out in what I hoped would be a reassuring manner. However, I'm sure I didn't look reassuring tied to a tree wearing only my panties.

Master cut in, "Just relax. We're going to take you to your car, but your girlfriend offered to pay us for the ride and we're just going to take her up on her offer."

While Master was making his sarcastic speech, Mr. Silent was half dragging Jim to a tree not far from me. Jim continued to protest loudly, he was almost blubbering in his pain, confusion and terror. Once tied against the tree Mr. Silent stripped off his kerchief and tied it around Jim for a gag. It must taste awful, I thought, having been tied around Mr. Silent's neck perhaps all day. Who knew when it had been clean.

In addition to the gag and having his hands tied behind the tree, Mr. Silent tied a piece of rope around Jim's waist.

The struggle to restrain Jim had taken its toll on Mr. Silent. He sat on his ATV breathing hard and staring at Jim.

"So Jim is your name. Well, Jim, seeing your girlfriend and hearing her offer, I just couldn't turn her down. We'll be leaving shortly and you'll get the medics to look after your foot in no time." As he spoke he came to me and untied my hands. I rubbed my wrists to restore the circulation while Master put the rope back in his ATV. "Before my friend and I get started, I think it's only fair that we show you how grateful we are and let you join in, at least somewhat." He was standing alongside me now and, although he was looking at Jim, he was massaging my ass. He paused in his speech as he explored between my legs from behind. "Take your panties off," he whispered. Without any thought to resist, I did. I straightened and handed them to Master. I was naked in front of three men. I was about to be raped.

Rested now, Mr. Silent began to remove his clothes. I'd never been raped before, and while this was clearly what was going to happen, there was no violence to it. Both men were calm, only Jim was thrashing about in his bonds. I was surprisingly calm. Master had resumed running his fingers between my legs from behind. I actually liked what Master was doing. I opened my stance to give him better access. His fingers gently probed inside me while his thumb made my clit vibrate with anticipation.

He leaned close to my ear. His tongue lightly outlined the edges. He inserted it. I was about to explode. Suddenly with a slap on my ass he whispered, "Run over there and take Jim's pants off. We're going to let him fuck you after we're done."

Minute by minute, stroke by stroke I was more in Master's power. It was almost like being **********. This last news actually pleased me.

I approached Jim. He watched me come to him. "He wants me to take your pants off." That was all I said. Jim became still. I unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. I kneeled and untied his boots being very careful as I removed the one on the injured side. I slid his jeans off. I was careful not to hurt the wound as I pulled first his jeans then his underwear over the increasingly painful area. I stood now and caressed his cock. It responded quickly. I knelt again and used my tongue all around his groin taking his cock fully in my mouth.

I rose and kissed Jim holding and caressing his cock. "He's going to let you fuck me," I confided softly. "You can have me any way you want," I added knowing that Jim might have some very interesting ideas.

Jim's erection was at its peak when I heard Master call me in a low voice. I turned and saw that he had spread a blanket out and was undressing. All the men were beautiful. They were well muscled with powerful looking cocks. Each of them would have me.

I went to Master and lay on the blanket bending my knees and spreading my legs in welcome to Master's hardness. He knelt between my legs. He covered my pussy with soft kisses then began sucking on my clit. I squirmed and bucked. "Fuck me, fuck me," I know I must have said it a thousand times as he worked his way up my abdomen and across including my breasts, my nipples, then my mouth before I felt his cock enter me. I grabbed his ass and rammed his cock home. I'm almost sure I was screaming. My head was light I couldn't get enough.

I felt him come, but he didn't stop his motion in and out of my over stimulated pussy and I kept coming. Suddenly he rolled off and before I could cry out for him to get it back inside Mr. Silent slid in my well lubricated pussy. I grabbed his ass and ****** his cock in as deep as I could. He moved more slowly but also continued even after I felt his cock explode inside me. He continued as I came several more times slowing down with each orgasm.

Eventually he rolled off. With Mr. Silent no longer blocking my vision, I saw that Master had brought Jim over. Jim was now fully naked . . . and hard. Master was supporting him. Both looked at me. "He's going to have to lie on his back while you work your magic on his cock."

I moved to give Jim a place on the blanket. With Jim on his back I began at his lips and slowly worked my way down his chest all the while working his cock and balls with one hand. My lips arrived at his cock. I tasted him, took his cock part way in my mouth, sucked it and let it slide out. I licked his balls until I felt him tighten and heard the familiar moans that told me he was about to explode.

I wanted all his cum. I took his cock deep in my mouth running the butterfly of my tongue across the tip and down the underside until he erupted. I sucked until he had stopped spurting and was going limp. I kissed him from his cock to his lips and lay on top of him feeling his warmth, enjoying the glow of having been well fucked.

Eventually Master said in that soft manner of his, "Time to go."

I stood and went back to my backpack for the baby wipes to clean up. Mr. Silent was holding my clothes. He took advantage of my nakedness running his hands over my body stopping to pinch my nipples lightly then suck and nibble them. He slipped a finger in my pussy and stroked my clit. Then, with a light kiss, he handed me my clothes and whispered, "You are a great piece of ass." I couldn't help but smile at the complement.

Master stabilized Jim as he dressed.

Dressed, we mounted our trusty ATV's. Master asked, "Which way?" I pointed and we headed off toward the car.

Nothing was said during the trip. The ATV's were too loud and there was little to be said. Once at the car they helped Jim inside. I took the driver's seat.

As we left I looked in the rear view mirror to see the two of them standing there watching us leave.

Jim and I said nothing on the way to the hospital. At the hospital we told them about the accident, but nothing about the ****. They tended to both Jim's and my wounds efficiently and we left.

Still nothing was said. At home I helped Jim inside. We went directly to the bedroom. I helped Jim undress, and then undressed myself. I felt Jim's eyes on me the entire time. He lay down. I lightly touched his cock and smiled.

"Blow me again before these ***** knock me out," he said. I did.

It didn't take long for Jim's wound to heal. One Saturday after he was back in peak shape, he came up behind me. Taking hold of my breasts, he nuzzled my neck and whispered, "Let's go for a walk in the woods."