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Doctor's Orders


The steam hung in the bathroom, but the hot water from
the shower had long since cooled to lukewarm. Steven's
thoughts were elsewhere, as he tightened the grip on
his cock, bringing it to its full 6-inch length. He had
that sense of energy that follows the tiredness from
hard work, and the sweat and dirt from mowing the lawn
had long since been washed from his body.

The bathing forgotten, it was the hardness of his cock
in his hand that captured his complete attention, as he
soaped and lathered it, stroking repeatedly. His balls
hung loosely as they swayed back and forth,
occasionally hitting against his hand.

He wasn't thinking of anything particular, but just
enjoying the time alone, comfortable with the thoughts
of how satisfying sex had been lately with his wife. He
felt the familiar stirrings within balls, and slowed
his pace somewhat, enjoying the ride along the edge
that precedes orgasm. He replaced the bar of soap in
the tray, and tried using his right hand to stroke
himself. Steven was right handed, but for whatever
reamister, his left hand did that particular job the best.

It wasn't long before he was coming down from his
sensual high, and, really, he hadn't planned on cumming
in the shower, anyway. He didn't want to have to clean
it up or explain any sticky remains to his wife.
Hayley. His wife!

Thoughts of her quickly restored his cock to its full
size. Brunette, blue eyes, 37 years old, maybe 125 lbs.
Perfect tits. They hung only a little lower than when
they had first married 15 years earlier, and they had
grown two inches to 38-C's. Perfect.

Looking down, there was one sizeable drop of pre-cum
perched on the slit of his cock, and he cleaned it off
with the tip of his finger before the shower could wash
it away. The drop of pre-cum he savored on his tongue.
Why? Because he liked it. As he did this, he caught
himself on the edge of cumming, and abruptly stopped
the furious stroking of his cock... just in time.

Knowing that dinner would soon be ready, he turned off
the water and opened the shower curtain. He had just an
instant to recognize that his wife, clothed, was
kneeling on the floor at the edge of the tub. Her hands
shot out and grabbed his cock, pulling him into her
mouth. His wife had never particularly enjoyed giving
blowjobs, and as far as he could remember, hadn't let
him cum in her mouth since before they were married.
That was likely to change.

She devoured his cock, sucking it so fiercely that he
had to step out of the wet tub to keep his balance. She
moved with him, using one hand to pull the skin of his
cock toward the base, with the tightest of grips. The
head of his cock swelled purple and massive as her
mouth again descended on it, her head bobbing furiously
as she alternately sucked and licked it. Her eyes never
left his as she ravished his cock, the picture of pure
presentation.

Just as he knew she had to be surprised to find him
with a hard cock just after a shower, he was also sure
she didn't know that he had a load of cum "cocked and
locked" before she even touched him. His body tightened
as he fought to control his orgasm, but she sensed it,
too. Both of her hands reached around and clenched his
ass, pulling his balls deep into her mouth.

After less than a minute of what was otherwise the
perfect blowjob, he unloaded. Spurt after spurt kept
shooting the short distance to the back of her mouth.
And still her blue eyes looked up at him, pleading to
please in their way.

He could see cum escape her lips, dripping down her
chin and onto her blouse as the last of his orgasm
subsided. As she pulled her mouth away, she licked her
lips before extending her tongue to wipe the cum off
the head of his cock. Steven could see the gooey
whiteness of his cum on her tongue and teeth as she
continued to bathe his cock. She licked her fingers,
wiped her chin, and then licked them again.

Then, she stood, and, in a casual manner, as if she was
telling him the forecast had a 30% chance of rain, she
said, "Dinner's ready." Her breath carried the powerful
scent of his cum, making his senses reel. She turned
and let herself out of the bathroom, closing the door
behind her. Unreal.

What was going on? And who was this stranger that
looked like his wife?

***

When Hayley returned to the kitchen, she decided that
battling herself was pointless. She had a need to cum
and, therefore, would. Steven would be at least a few
minutes, anyway. She moved quickly to their den and
sank into their couch. She raised her skirt, and she
felt the heat of her body quickly remove the coolness
of the leather couch.

She felt... wanton. And she had been. She reached
between her legs and began rubbing her clit. If Steven
came down the steps and saw her, he would find his wife
giving him a perfect view of her cunt. She didn't
really want Steven to find her this way, but the
naughtiness of it, and of what she had just done with
Steven, gave her all the imaginative fantasy... But it
wasn't fantasy. She had actually done it.

Remembering the sight of his swollen cock, and the
velvety feel of his cock in her hand, against her
tongue, in her cheeks, and finally filling her mouth to
her throat, she gave herself over to her climax,
cumming with loud moans. Her desires hoped he would
hear her, find her spread and fuck her; her shyness
hoped that the orgasm would quickly diminish in time
for her to straighten herself up.

She managed to stifle her moans as her orgasm finished
its convulsing, and, catching her breath, she climbed
off the couch. She went to the kitchen to grab a paper
towel to wipe up the wetness she had left behind. So
much wetness for so short a time. She returned to the
kitchen and was about to use the ladle to scoop out
stew that had been cooking in the crock-pot all day,
when she realized that she hadn't really cleaned her
hand. She wiped her gooey hand and fingers on the edge
of a bowl. That would be Steven's bowl. She couldn't
help but grin.

And now that she was returning to her senses, the
wetness of her cunt was giving her chills because of
the air-conditioning. She wasn't wearing panties, but
for the life of her, she couldn't think why not. She
had planned on the blowjob, and Steven wouldn't recover
fast enough to give her a good fuck. What had she been
thinking? She raised her skirt slightly and raked a
couple of fingers across her cunt, scooping her fluids.
She wiped her fingers on Steven's bowl. Damn! She was
wet. She scooped again, and again, until she was more
or less dry.

Most of her juices had gathered in a small pool at the
bottom of the bowl, but were otherwise stuck on the
down-slope of the bowl. She emptied a ladle of stew
into it, obscuring what she knew was mixing with his
dinner. Screw him if he can't take a joke, she thought.
He'll probably never taste it anyway. She placed their
bowls and takes on the table and went to the bathroom
to check herself.

Some of Steven's cum had dried on her chin, and she saw
that some was on her blouse. She was about to wash up
when she felt a sense of wrongness about it. What
seemed right was to leave it as it was, tantalizing
Steven through dinner and beyond. A grin again spread
across her lips, and a wonderful sense of fulfillment
washed over her.

Although she felt good physically of late, she had
developed a concern that she wasn't pleasing Steven
sexually. She fairly frequently had assorted sinus
infections, back and neck pain, and just general aches
that seemed to reduce her interest in physical
intimacy. But for the last few months, she only had
some minor neck or back pains, and even that occurred
on rare days. She loved Steven, and with her body
feeling good, he had to know that she loved him. To
have and to hold, that was the vow.

The love was there. The commitment was there. But
something nagged at her, telling her that she needed to
prove herself sexually to him, to be the aggressor, the
experimenter, the temptress. She wondered where all
these ideas for sex had been hiding, because for the
past 15 years, love-making just occurred...
naturally... in its own time.

It was rare that she fantasized about anything. She did
enjoy romance novels, but she never actually fantasized
about Steven. Anything other than watching his cock
spurt cum onto her breasts. That was still her
favorite. Oh yes. She heard Steven descending the
stairs, so she quickly rubbed yet more fluids from her
cunt, then hurriedly wiped it off on her napkin, except
just a little "bit" on Steven's spoon. She gave him a
nice smile as he entered.

***

Steven was driving to work the following morning, a
grin his face, where it had been stuck for weeks, it
seemed. The visual images of the perfect blowjob the
previous evening and of his cum leaking from Hayley's
lips, which were wrapped around his cock... He had to
stop thinking about that. It was unsafe to drive with
one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing his rock
hard cock through his slacks. Still, he marveled at it,
now certain that, yes, that was only the second
"complete" blowjob she had ever given him. And then to
have to eat dinner seeing small globs of white cum
drying on her black blouse... and those bits on her
cheek and chin... It was more than he could take.

Still, it didn't limit his shock when, after finishing
dinner, she had stood up, dropped her skirt, bent over
the dinner table, spread her legs and said, "Don't ask.
I just need to be fucked, right here, right now!" As he
stood behind her, removing his shorts, she had reached
between her legs, parting her cunt lips, moist, no,
wet, forming the perfect invitation. He couldn't think
of Hayley ever having offered her cunt so brazenly. His
cock had been kind to both of them, and he was able to
watch for what seemed like forever as he slid in and
out of his wife's cunt, before shooting whatever jism
remained into her.

Dammit! He felt his balls tighten, and he came in his
pants. At the next light, he looked for napkins in the
glove compartment and couldn't find any. And, it was
still a 30-minute commute to the office. He thought
that surely there couldn't be much cum left over after
last night, but the wetness in his pants didn't
reassure him.

What WAS going on? Only a couple of months ago, he was
happy to get a nice feel of one of her tits without
getting snarled at. Why couldn't he just jump into this
slice of heaven that she was presenting him? Everything
felt right... but something felt wrong. It didn't make
any sense. Anything other than vanilla "making love"
had always been left to him to initiate, and always
with the possibility that she wouldn't be interested.
Why the change? He had to think.

For the past 6 weeks or so, her desires had been more
frequent and much more imaginative. It had begun with
little changes. Sex on the couch. Sex on the floor. A
slow grind of his cock with her hand under a restaurant
table, a night out without a bra. She had been willing
to do these things before, but it was never her idea to
it. But it was more than that; she was getting clever
about it.

As he thought back, he hadn't even noticed that she
wasn't wearing the bra that evening, because it had
always been safe to assume that she was, particularly
if wearing dresses or anything at all that revealed her
form. She was always so shy about revealing her figure,
and particularly wearing anything tight on her chest.
She had let him know that she wasn't wearing a bra as
she was getting into their van, after dinner, in a
crowded parking lot.

For once, he had acted the gentleman and opened the
door for her. She had sat, with her feet on the door
well, and making a pained face and twisting in some
sort of discomfort said, "There's something in my
shirt." With the door still open, she raised her
blouse, slowly, to expose one of her 38 C's, the nipple
hardening quickly. She grasped under her breast raising
it, looking down at it, and then pinched her nipple,
rolling it briefly between her fingers.

"Oh, that's all it is." She had winked at him, turned
forward in her seat, fastened her seat belt, and only
then did she lower her blouse back into place.

He was faced with walking around the car with an
obviously stiff cock in his pants, capturing the eye of
a lady who had just parked her car. This type of
exhibition just didn't happen with his wife and
especially in daylight in an area with people around.
His previous requests for quick flashes were always
greeted by a deep sigh, followed by a "if I have to"
roll of the eyes and the briefest of glimpses of a
breast. He loved her breasts. He wouldn't stop asking.

Before they were married, Hayley had a spirit of
adventure, or at least, a nympho's desire for a cock
within her cunt at every available chance, which was
still limited due to a long distance weekend romance.
He could remember sex on the roof of a dorm in college,
in a lobby of a locked building that they had sneaked
into, on her parent's den floor while her parents were
arelax, in a car on the side of a road, on the roof of
a downtown hotel, in a motel room when four friends
were relaxing, on the beach in the afternoon, in a golf
fairway at night...

It didn't surprise him that sex in married life would
become less frequent, or that their likes and dislikes
would settle into more or less a permanent, less
exciting, compromise. But it did surprise him now that,
after all these years, she seemed to be getting
spontaneity back. Again, why? He arrived at the office,
and after a brief detour to the restroom, began
thinking on other matters.

***

It seemed to Hayley that since mid-morning, all she
could think about was "5:30." That was when Steven
would be home from work. It had been about a week since
her last surprise, and although they had made love once
during the weekend, her doubts about her sexual
inadequacy were rising again. At 4:30, she took a bath.
A long, luxurious one. Scented bath oil. A candle on
the edge of the tub. "5:30" crossed her mind. She
checked the clock. No, not yet.

She re-read her favorite Romance novel, a wickedly
sensuous story in which a young woman is captured by a
muscular pirating Viking, who ***** her for weeks
following his conquest, then falls in love with her
battling spirit. And she for him. She fingered her
clit. She imagined how horrible it would be to be
captured, and taken like that. The thought of "5:30"
awakened her from her dreamy masturbations. It was now
5:10, and the water had cooled. She got out of the tub,
toweled herself dry, brushed her hair, and sprayed
herself with just a hint of perfume on her neck.

She went downstairs, removed the vacuum cleaner from
its closet, plugged it in, and waited by the window to
watch for Steven returning home. She was sure this
would please him.

***

He entered the house, admittedly thinking about sex.
Steven was thinking all had returned to normal, as the
weekend's sex had been "ordinary," in their bed, but
very loving, very satisfying. He parked the car in the
garage, entered the kitchen and heard vacuuming from
the Den. He turned the corner and found Hayley
vacuuming the den, naked. Only once before had she done
housework naked, and that was just topless. The air-
conditioner had broken and it had been hot in the
house. The air-conditioner was working now... And yet,
here she was...

The noise from the vacuum meant that she probably
hadn't heard either the garage door opener or the
kitchen door, and he was able to watch from behind as
her breasts gently swung with the sweeping motions that
she made. Her back was slightly bent so that the
fullness of her breasts jiggled in a way that made his
cock instantly hard and uncomfortable in his pants. She
leaned over to pick something off the floor, and he
could see her wispy cunt hair between her legs, visible
clearly against the light coming in from the den
window.

He retreated into the kitchen slightly, so that she
wouldn't see him. After he quickly shed his clothes, he
raced to her from behind. With his left hand, he seized
her dangling breast, rolling her nipple between his
fingers, finding the nipple already stiff. At the same
time, his right hand reached around her waist and found
her cunt with his fingers. She was wet. She gave a
startled jump, dropped the vacuum cleaner, and leaned
forward, placing her hands on the window sill, arching
her ass in invitation. She hadn't even looked to make
sure it was him. As he placed his hands on her pelvis,
he saw that she had written, somehow, the words "FUCK
ME" on her ass in red ink.

He rammed his cock home, his hands still on her pelvis,
pulling her against him with each thrust. And even as
the pleasure within his cock fought coherent thought,
he wondered what had made her so wet. Vacuuming in the
nude? No. Being nude in front of the window where
others could see? Maybe. Probably not. It would be
unlikely that anyone would see her. Her panting turned
into moans, becoming short screams, her whole body
bucking against him, crying out a desire for passion.

With the smacking sounds of his balls slapping against
her ass and a slight reflection in the window of her
breasts swinging savagely in time with each thrust, he
felt his cock swell to a rare fullness. It was a
fullness that he knew she had to feel stretching her
cunt lips, because the tightness and the furnace that
was her cunt gave him no choice but to shoot his load.

She wasn't done with him. She pushed him onto the
floor, and somehow his cock remained stiff enough for
her to sit atop him and grind her cunt into him. She
tantalized him with her breasts, lowering them to his
lips and then pulling away just as he was about to
capture them with his mouth. She knew her breasts were
the tools that could keep him hard as a rock. She
finally raised herself on her legs, squatted over him,
slamming herself down on his cock repeatedly, which
gave him a great view of his cock piercing his lovely
wife.

As she began her orgasm, he could feel their fluids run
down his cock and between his legs. She finally placed
her fingers at her clit and brought herself off to a
climax that ended with a throaty "YES!" that sounded
like it had waited ages to emerge. He came again, just
as her leg strength gave out and she fell across his
chest. His cock slipped from between her legs, and
after no more than a minute, she rose to turn the
vacuum cleaner off, and she went up the stairs. It was
the best way possible to come home from work, but he
hoped, maybe, they could actually share a kiss later.

In the bathroom, Hayley felt that she was, truly, the
best wife in the world. How could any woman please her
man more? She had been provocative and surprising, and
it was downright fun! It had seemed that she was out of
her mind, unable to think, as her body responded to
Steven's cock spreading her sensitive areas, pistoning
within her as she was "taken" by "her" unseen man. Her
body was sated her mind satisfied that "5:30" had been
worth the wait.

She was absently staring at herself in the bathroom
mirror, when she began to focus on her body. Maybe her
right breast hung a little lower than the other, but
she was pleased with her luminous skin. She marveled at
all the pink flushes in her skin, the redness of her
swollen cunt lips. She turned, watching, and... What?
How - WHEN - had Steven managed to write THAT there?

***

He was thankful, yes. But now the suspicions wouldn't
go away. He couldn't admit to himself that she was
having an affair, but the seemingly weekly regularity
of this sexual lioness invited all kinds of unsettling
thoughts.

A few days later, Hayley went off to run some errands,
so he used the time to search around the house for any
clues as to what might have ignited her libido. He
searched under the bathroom sink, through her closet,
her desk, and her bedside table. He booted her computer
and checked her e-mails, documents and any other place
that might provide a clue. He didn't know what he was
looking for, and he didn't find it. X-rated videotapes,
letters from an admirer, appointments on her
calendar... nothing. He decided to start recording
these "events" on his own calendar, hoping they would
continue, but fearing a pattern would emerge.

One night, after watching baseball on TV, all was quiet
in the house, and he wondered where she was. It was
time to go to bed, and they usually went together. He
found her already in their bed, eyes closed, legs
spread wide, with a huge black vibrator humming noisily
as she cycled it in and out of her cunt. A welcome
sight, yes, but where did she get the vibrator? She
already had a couple of others. Why that one? It was
certainly fatter, thicker than his cock, by far. And
black. It contrasted nicely against her flushed skin,
but why black? What part of town had she been in to buy
it?

Despite being disturbed, his cock throbbed at the
sight, and he was in need of release. He didn't know if
she knew he was there or not, but with the TV off
downstairs, she probably did. He found his release on
her breasts. Hot cum splashed across her tits, and she
didn't even open an eye. That was one of her favorite
turn-ons. Just what was the fantasy she was into?

He recorded the date on his calendar. It was curious,
but for some reamister he couldn't bring himself to talk
to Hayley about their sex life. With her being so
aggressive, it seemed like she would bring it up, but
she didn't. In fact, she seemed to avoid the subject,
and had avoided the subject over the past months,
almost as if it had never happened. He brooded with
suspicion.

The "events," as he recorded them, he realized were
very easy to identify. The next event happened while
shopping at the mall. When clothes shopping, he was in
the habit of finding a seat, or more often, standing
near the women's dressing room in those stores that
didn't provide seats, a pet peeve. Hayley would step
out periodically to see how he liked the outfits she
was trying on. At Macy's, on an obviously slow night,
after trying on several evening dresses that hadn't
quite worked, she stepped into the dressing room entry
area naked, except her heeled leather shoes.

She had taken a chance that nobody would be around, and
he hadn't paid any attention to where the security
cameras were. She struck a pose, reflected on all sides
by the mirrors placed there. She stretched out a hand
and curled a finger in invitation. He accepted. He
couldn't help but wonder if others didn't notice the
smell of sex that went with them as they left the store
ten minutes later. He later recorded the date on his
calendar.

***

Hayley had been horny for over a day. She had seen the
chiropractor the day before, and her back felt great.
It had been giving her problems lately, but the
adjustments seemed to work. She had really wanted to
jump Steven's bones when he returned home the day
before, but she had an idea that required more time,
and she put it to work. She had written a note to
Steven and placed it on his passenger seat late the
night before, so that he would find it on his way to
work. It said, "When you come home, I'll be cumming
too. On the deck."

That would give him something to think about. And it
had given her something to do. She looked down at her
cunt. It was a little sensitive, but it looked
remarkably different without the curls of her brunette
hair. She replaced the razor on the soap dish and
rinsed herself with water. He would like this. She
better follow through with some wax to make sure all
the hair was gone.

Once this was done, she abated the stinging with some
lotion. She inspected herself in the mirror, covering
her face with her hands, embarrassed at the sight of
her own clit, sticking out, asking for attention. She
gave it a little rub, which sent jolts of pleasure
through her. She stopped, feeling it was wrong to
pleasure herself, as if it might somehow stop her from
giving her all to her husband. Besides, she had some
painting to do.

***

It had been another week since our clothes shopping
expedition and the note Steven found in his car said it
was time for another "event." A few newspapers were on
their neighbor's driveway, so he assumed they were
away. Besides, their deck was relatively private when
leaves were on the trees. That was good, as he had no
doubt that whatever she had planned on the deck would
have to include sex and nudity. In fact, he recorded it
on the calendar before he arrived home.

There wasn't much risk involved with the neighbors
away, but exhibiting herself in any way on the deck was
still completely out of character for her, at least,
until recently. He hadn't gotten much accomplished at
work, his thoughts always drifting to what he might
find at home. He had called, but there was no answer.
The thought of her having an affair kept recurring, and
he had decided that he might follow her around the next
week. It would be easy enough to appear "out on sales
calls." He parked the car in the garage. Although he
had suspicions, it didn't stop him from being excited
about the prospects awaiting him.

He found her, as the note had said, on the back deck,
with her hands pumping the black vibrator in and out of
her cunt. She was reclining in one of their swivel deck
chairs, with an unusual looking bikini. He approached
her. Ahhh, she was wearing paint. She had used
fluorescent body paint that they had purchased years
ago at a gag store and never used. She had painted her
nipples orange, one breast "cup" blue and the other
green. Pink "strings" completed the bikini top. The
"bottoms" were also pink, and he realized, happily,
that her cunt was shaved to allow for the paint. She
had shaved herself once a couple of years earlier, with
the comment afterwards that she would never do it
again, due to the itching that followed. Well, she had
lied.

No shorts, T-shirt, or even a towel could be seen
anywhere on the deck. Her head was leaned back against
the chair, her eyes were closed, her legs were wide
open, and her feet were propped up on a couple of
upside down flowerpots. It was a new standard for
brazen exhibition of her sex. He removed her hands,
kneeling between her legs, and worked the vibrator
himself. She never opened her eyes, but gave herself to
the sensations, both vocally and by rocking her hips
into the vibrator.

After several minutes, having increased the speed of
the penetrations, she came loudly. He sure hoped the
neighbors weren't home. He helped her up and led her to
the deck railing. In a rare instance of self-control,
he enjoyed her slick, hot, cunt for half an hour, with
her leaning over the handrail, her breasts swaying in
time with the pace of his slow thrusts, before he went
over edge and came in her.

Steven was not at all pleased when he soon afterwards
walked to the mailbox to get the mail, and saw their
neighbor, a married man, mouth the words "THANK YOU"
while picking up his newspapers from the driveway, 40
yards away. Steven's face turned red as he heard a
chuckle, and he only hoped that this was the first, and
last, time his neighbor had seen Hayley naked.

Hayley had never said anything about him, and they had
remained only acquaintances despite having lived beside
each other for over 5 years. He was a computer techie
of some sort, Steven couldn't recall. They didn't have
much in common. Still, Steven couldn't help but put him
on his imaginary "possible affair partner" list. It was
now a list of one. On the other hand, he realized how
awkward it was going to be around him at the
neighborhood party that weekend. And, presumably,
awkward around his wife, assuming he told her. Or was
she home, too? Oh, man...

A week later was "that time of the month." Nothing was
likely to happen in "event" terms, and... nothing
happened. A week afterwards, however, he decided that
the time was right to follow Hayley around a bit. He
parked the car near the entrance to their neighborhood.
He had no good place to "hide" as far as watching
wherever she might go on foot, such as their neighbor's
house. Their neighbor didn't really seem her type, but
he was becoming less sure now of what her "type" might
be. He didn't have to wait in the car too long,
however. Shortly after 8:00, her van left the
neighborhood, and he followed a discrete two or three
cars behind.

She stopped at an ATM machine, then continued on. This
was pretty cool. Steven, Private Investigator. He
admitted to himself that he didn't expect to find
anything unusual, so he approached this day with a
certain amount of humor. Her second stop was the
chiropractor. That lasted about 30 minutes. Another $30
gone.

After that, she went to Wal-Mart. This took her about
an hour, coming out with two plastic bags of what
looked like cosmetics and some hardware. He wondered
what PI's listen to in their cars. Steven, PI, was
having a tough time of it. Talk radio seemed to be
saying the same thing 20 different ways. FM music was
pretty much the same old stuff he already had at home,
if he liked it. He should have gotten a book-on-tape or
something.

Hayley pulled into Home Depot. So did he. Maybe Wal-
Mart didn't have everything she needed. For what? He
didn't know. She had never really repaired anything
before, but she could get very motivated in her
hobbies. Another sack accompanied her return to the
van. She drove maybe half an hour to another part of
town, where she pulled into a small restaurant. That
was good. He was getting hungry too. She sat at the
window of the restaurant, obviously waiting for
someone. He'd wait, too.

After a few more minutes, her friend Denise entered the
restaurant. That made sense. Denise worked in this part
of town. He drove off to a Wendy's drive-thru before
resuming his watch. There wasn't much to watch. After
an hour or so, Hayley drove home. And he figured he
better make at least one sales call, so he called it a
day for his PI job. Steven checked his voice mail and
found that another customer needed to see him in the
late afternoon. He called Hayley on the cell phone and
let her know he'd be returning, he thought, around 7:30
or so and not to cook for him. He'd get a free dinner,
at least.

***

Hayley's pulse raced. She had so much to do, to try.
She unloaded her bags from the van, left them in the
garage, and went into the kitchen. The phone ring
startled her. It was Steven. The short of it was that
he would be home late and she knew when. Good. This
gave her even more time to do something she had never
even thought about before. She fixed herself a Coke,
found an old comforter they sometimes used as a picnic
blanket and returned to the garage. She opened the
first sack. Cosmetics. She put that by the door to the
kitchen. The second sack. What WAS she doing? She felt
she HAD to do this. The thought terrified her, but at
the same time, her cunt was becoming wet. What had
happened to her?

She enjoyed making love, but even more enjoyed the
unexpected hug. Flowers. A passionate kiss in a setting
where sex was not expected. Holding hands while
walking. Good conversation over a dinner out. Just a
look that says, "I love you." And making love that
included a comfortable bed, sheets, background
lighting, or perhaps a fire in the fireplace.

And here she was, her thoughts captive to what she
assumed were Steven's sexual desires... the love was
there, but it was focused more on the sexual act, not
the sensuality. A rough fuck... nudity in the
house...nudity out of the house... displaying her cunt
to him like a slut... sucking his cock... swallowing
his cum.

Avoiding these things had come naturally to her. It
just wasn't romantic. These things she did only rarely,
on special occasions, and only if he had been meeting
her needs. Recently, however, it seemed she couldn't
orgasm unless she was breaking her own standards for
what she regarded as appropriate in marital lovemaking.
Were her needs changing?

Hayley looked at the items she had purchased, and
realized with a start that her hands had been fingering
her clit and that she was about to cum. She stopped.
She couldn't do that until later. She had to give
Steven all of her love, her body, her sex, and if she
came now, she would be "less" later. Or, she might
chicken out. But she knew she wouldn't. She had to
fulfill him. She needed to be had, to be taken, just
like the heroine in the romance novel she had read. Who
had she talked to about that book? Her thoughts became
confused, and she went in search of Steven's tools.

***

As the garage door opened, Steven began pulling the car
inside and was astonished by what was in the sight of
the headlights. He had to brake, rather hard, and pull
the car back out. He stared at Hayley from within his
car. His wife was in the garage, kneeling on a blanket
in the floor. She was facing the garage door, naked
except for panties, which apparently held a vibrator in
her cunt. The panties were soaked. Across her chest she
had written "fuck me" in large letters with a black
magic marker.

Her hands were behind her back, and ropes were tied
around her arms, each connected to eyebolts mounted on
the ceiling. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold. Her
lips had the glossiest, bright red lipstick he had ever
seen. He turned off the car, went inside the garage and
closed the garage door, thankful that their neighbors
were not outside.

After the garage door opener stopped, all he could hear
was the muted rumbling from the vibrator within her,
and rather quick breaths from his wife. He found that
her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn't
separate her wrists. She could stand or sit, and that
was about it. He didn't see any possible way that she
could get herself free. He didn't see any way possible
that she could tie herself up like that, either. Who
helped her? Then he saw the slipknots, and it appeared
to make a little sense how she could have bound
herself.

He knew he had told her what time he would be home, and
he was perhaps an hour later than that. How long had
she been like this? Then he noticed her kneepads. She
had thought about this, prepared for it. Her trip to
Home Depot made sense. This chick needed to be fucked.

Steven stripped out of his clothes and began to lightly
touch her - her chin, her cheeks, her ears, her
shoulders, the side of a breast, her thigh. He didn't
say anything. If she wanted the blindfold, then she
obviously wanted some mystery. She hadn't said a word
either. Whatever fantasy this was, he was willing to
step right into it. In fact, he had dreamed something
close to it himself. He untied the ropes to the
ceiling, but left her hands tied behind her. He gently
leaned her forward, so that her head was on the
blanket. She still hadn't said a word.

As he went behind her, he lowered her panties, and
removed the vibrator that, judging by her soaking
panties, had been inside her for a long time. He moved
forward, and placed the vibrator at her lips, catching
her by surprise. Still, she managed to lick some of it
as he spiraled it past her mouth. He turned it off, and
squeezed her nipple, slightly, then harder, as she
remained bent over. He was afraid he might have
squeezed it to roughly when a small squeak emerged from
her. He moved behind her.

Her ass now raised, her cunt visible, he saw that she
had written, not to neatly, but in small block letters,
"H A R D" across her butt, in red ink. Of course. A two
sided message, "fuck me, HARD." The light on the garage
door opener turned off, and it was almost black in the
garage. He slid a finger between her legs, probing the
slick wetness of her cunt. The heat she was generating
took him by surprise. His fingers followed the trail of
her juices, finding both of her thighs soaked.

An hour like this? Longer probably. He inserted two
fingers straight into her cunt. She shuddered. He found
her special little spot, not her G-spot, but a ripple
slightly larger than others in her vaginal canal, and
pressed it with his fingertips. Her moans filled the
garage. He alternated pressing her spot and retreating,
until she seemed too tired to moan any longer. Her body
began convulsing, powering her cunt against his finger.
The feelings this spot produced she had always said
were "too intense." Apparently not this time.

Enjoying her vulnerability, he inserted a third finger,
pushing them in as far as he could go, then spreading
them as much as possible. His fingers didn't seem to
stretch her as much as he expected, probably because of
the size of the vibrator. He fucked her, not to
carefully, with his fingers, enjoying the feel of her
clit and bare pubic mound with his other two fingers.
He removed his fingers and smelled them. Her juices
smelled good... fresh, if that was possible. In fact,
she smelled good all over. She had prepared herself
well.

He lowered his head carefully, and without any warning,
gave her cunt a wide lick with his tongue. She jerked
in surprise. He did it again, because he could. She
couldn't do anything about it. Hayley, for whatever
reamister, hated oral sex on her. She had never explained
it, but now she was hardly in a position to refuse. He
wanted to do this some more, but the position was
uncomfortable, and to roll her over would mean that he
would have to untie her hands.

So, he fucked her, hard. Just like the sign said... He
relished the power of fucking a bound woman, a helpless
woman, and loved it that it was his wife offering
herself to him in this way. She apparently shared this
excitement. The garage was unfinished, and her shrieks
seemed to echo through the room, and he worried that
the neighbors might hear. Then, caught in his own
passion, he decided, so what?

It started very professionally.

"Good morning, Hayley. How are you?"

"Fine, thanks, I've had a good week. And you?"

"Sometimes I think that my days are too long, but it's
a good problem to have. There's a lot of starving
chiropractors out there. Not that they're bad, of
course, but there's just too many for the area. How's
the back, getting better?"

"Yes, I think so, but after 4-6 days after my visits
with you, my neck and back still gets stiff, and,
usually in the mornings, I have that stabbing pain
between my shoulder blades that goes away after a
couple of hours."

"Same old story. Well, let me take another look at your
x-rays to make sure that the Atlas adjustments I've
been making are proper. For most people, 3 months of
treatment is the maximum before I've done all that I
can do, and they almost always don't need any more
adjustments unless they're in an accident or exert
themselves unusually. You've been coming here pretty
regularly, for a little longer than that. Have you seen
this video?"

"Uh, no."

"Okay, why don't you watch this while I go check the
film. It gives some history on Chiropractic, problems
with the spine and some of the things we do to correct
it."

Steven heard the tape being pushed into the player, the
sound of the TV being turned on, and the door being
closed. Good, he thought to himself, no affair. But the
dates matching perfectly were beyond matters of chance.
He continued listening as the tape explained
Chiropractic. He heard most of it very clearly and even
learned a few things. The videotape concluded and
rewound. Dr. Gilliam, the name no longer a metaphor of
evil, re-entered the room.

"How was the tape?"

"What tape?"

What Steven heard afterwards chilled him.

When he entered the kitchen, the surprise that greeted
him didn't surprise him. His wife was standing in the
informal dining area, which had a glass door built into
a bay window, which leads to the rear deck. She was
wearing a short T-shirt that was pulled above her
breasts, and her breasts were pressed against the
glass. She was working a dildo in her cunt, a wide and
long dildo, but made of ice. He had been in the garage
maybe 45 minutes, replaying the tape, and based on the
water dripping from the dildo and pooling on the floor,
she had apparently been at this a while. What's a
husband to do?

He fucked her standing up, her hands against the
doorframe, feeling a biting mix of cold and heat as he
plunged within her. As he fucked her, he noticed they
were being watched. Their neighbor, again, on his deck,
staring through the trees. He apparently there to water
his plants, but, instead, he was rubbing his crotch.
Steven guided Hayley's head to the right, and he could
tell she was confused.

He tightened his grip on her pelvis, and thrust hard
and fast within her, cumming just as she recognized
their voyeur. She made an unusual squeaking sound
before sliding his cock out of her cunt and all but
running from the door, then upstairs. Steven picked up
what remained of the ice dildo from the floor and
quickly walked it to the sink. Like Hayley, he didn't
want to see their neighbor, either.

Two days later, he had a chiropractic appointment.
Without the least bit of surprise, Dr. Gilliam was good
looking, with soap opera type looks - tan, graying at
the temples, not a real doctor, just playing one on
TV... Steven fought to continue the role of patient. He
told him that he had woken up several days earlier with
a "crick" in his neck, but unlike others, it didn't
seem to go away. The doctor asked a standard variety of
questions, marking a checklist on his clipboard. Steven
almost missed it, but Dr. Gilliam was using a red ink
pen. So Hayley probably hadn't written the messages on
herself, after all. It made some sort of perverted
sense.

Dr. Gilliam indicated that he would need x-rays to
provide the proper adjustments, and they proceeded with
that. The doctor then had Steven sit in the examination
room, including little more than a padded table, a
chair, a small counter space, some posters, and a
TV/VCR. The doctor then suggested he watch a video
about Chiropractic while the x-rays were developed and
he saw another patient. Uh-huh. Sure.

He inserted the video, and Steven closed his eyes. He
already had heard the video, thanks, and he had no
intention of watching it. After it was over, the door
was closed, and he quickly looked in the cabinet below
the VCR to see what other movies were there. There was
only one, about spinal construction. The label was very
similar to the one in the VCR, so he swapped it and
placed the video the doctor had shown him in his inside
jacket pocket, which was hanging from a chair.

More than a few minutes later, the doctor returned and
invited him to a viewing room to review his x-rays. Dr.
Gilliam pointed out how his neck was unusually straight
and that, as he aged, how the vertebrae were likely to
become fused to a degree and painful. Steven actually
hadn't made up the neck story; it just didn't hurt now.
Maybe a couple of months ago. The doctor explained how
several months of adjustments, moving this vertebrae
this way and another that way, should work well to keep
everything the way it was meant to be.

He took Steven to another room, which had a strange
device with an arm that stood by a padded table. He
asked if Steven had understood the video.

"Video?" He looked confused. There was an uncomfortable
pause.

Hopefully, this would work.

"Tell me, how has your sex life been lately?" Steven
looked straight ahead, with minimal movement, not sure
how he was to play this part. He tried to copy his
wife's tone. "It's been great. My wife has been acting
like a nympho the past several months. She's never
acted like this before." "Really, tell me about the
last time."

Steven told him about the ice cube dildo and the show
by the back door.

Dr. Gilliam chuckled, seeming quite pleased with
himself. "Excellent. At our next appointment, you will
bring me the videotape your wife recently made while
you were eating ice cream. You will not remember
anything I've said in this room when you hear me count
'3.' One, two, three."

When he finished counting, Steven looked at him. Dr.
Gilliam resumed, "you need to lie down on the table
with your head at the far end, so I can make the first
adjustment. You'll need to be..."

Steven cut him off. "I don't think so."

"Excuse me?"

Steven removed the Dictaphone from his pants pocket,
and hit the PLAY button.

The doctor's voice sounded. "So tell me, what type of
outfit did you choose?"

Hayley answered, "What I knew he would like. Black
leather boots, black leather gloves, black leather
mask."

"And you wore nothing else?"

"No."

"That would be quite a sight. Okay, two things. First,
this is what I want you to do tonight. First, when you
get home, take a plastic coke bottle, the 20 oz. size,
and fill it about 2/3 full of water. Lay it on its side
in the freezer. Tonight, sometime after your husband
comes home, cut the plastic bottle away from the ice,
then run water over the ice to shape a dildo, a nice
fat one, maybe as thick as your wrist. Pick out a room
in the house and let him find you using the dildo, with
your legs spread. Do it by a window or door so that
there's a chance someone will see you.

"I think maybe you should just wear a T-shirt this
time, but pull it above your breasts. No bra. Let him
fuck you. After that, you'll be embarrassed about your
little exhibition, and leave to another room. After you
dress, you will feel satisfied, and permisterally
rewarded, that you were able to offer yourself to your
husband this way. Then it will occur to you that sex
really felt so much better after a visit to the
chiropractor.

"Secondly, when we begin talking again, you will tell
me that you continue to be concerned that your breasts
hang unevenly. You will then ask me if an adjustment
can be made to make them level. My seeing, touching,
and taking pictures of your breasts will seem a very
appropriate part of my job. While I am doing this, you
will only feel some guilt about how surprisingly good
it makes you feel that someone besides your husband is
touching your breasts. When I count '3,' you will not
recall this conversation.

"One, two, three."

"Oh, I guess I forgot to get the videotape for you. So
tell me, where does it hurt today?"

"Well, I'm really embarrassed to say this, but, I think
my breasts are hanging unevenly. Is there an adjustment
that can fix that?"

"That's not something I can capture on x-ray..."

"I know. Here, let me show you. I want your opinion." A
few faint noises, obviously the sound of her blouse and
bra being removed, then, "What do you think?"

"Well, I don't want to jump to conclusions. Which
breast do you think is hanging lower?"

"The right one."

"Are you sitting up straight? Ah, that's better. Okay,
lift your hands and touch the top of your head. A
little higher. That's it, yes. Hold that position. Let
me take some measurements for my file." The sound of a
drawer opening and closing. "Let's see, that's just
over a 38" chest. That's not unusually large, so the
weight by itself is not likely to be a factor. Let's
see. I'm afraid my fingers are a little cold. Hopefully
you won't find this uncomfortable." There was a long
silence, as presumably, he felt her breasts. "Okay,
perhaps some small alterations in your spine can adjust
this over time. For comparimister, I'm going to need to
take some photos, which we'll probably have to update
every several weeks."

Steven stopped the tape. Throughout the tape, Dr.
Gilliam had been having a very difficult time making
eye contact, no doubt trying to think of a way out of
this. He backed away a little. Maybe Steven looked
dangerous. The doctor stammered for words, then began
in earnest. "I must admit, you are quite the Sherlock
for figuring this out. But let me explain." Yeah sure.
"I have a successful practice. I paid a lot of money to
purchase an existing practice after working with my
predecessor for several years. He had a number of other
hobbies, one of which was magictism. I don't understand
it at all."

"There's a lot of chiropractors out there. You see
their offices everywhere - in run down shopping
centers, in older homes that have been commercialized
because 4 lane roads run where their front yards used
to be. Very few do you find that are in medical
complexes or in newly constructed, stand-alone
buildings like this one. There's a lot of reamisters for
that, but buying this practice seemed the best way of
avoiding becoming one of the 'have nots.' My wife, you
know, she spends as much as I can make. And I can spend
pretty well myself. Club memberships, clothes, cars,
the loan to pay for this place. That's where the video
comes in."

"The video was made by my predecessor. The magictic
part comes during the first couple of minutes, when
people will pay the most attention. I'm a doctor, you
understand. I've been to college, learned the s*******s,
and devoted my life to Chiropractic. I believe in what
I do, and that it also helps people lead more
comfortable lives. At the same time, it's a challenge.
Many health insurers don't pay for visits, so it's left
to my customers to foot the bill. At $30, we charge a
reamisterable rate.

"The problem is, when it's their money, they only come
long enough to feel better, then they skip the
remaining appointments that our science says they need
to help reduce symptoms now and recurrences later.
Someone may need eight visits over three months. If
they come twice and can resume their normal activities,
they don't come back.

"The idea behind the video was for them to feel good
about their lives, and then relate those feelings to
the benefits of my service. That way, they come back.
They're better off for the visits, and I rarely have
any openings in the appointment calendar. It's a win-
win situation."

"I can see that," Steven said. "But then you got
greedy."

The doctor gave a slow nod. "My predecessor didn't give
me much instruction on the limitations of the video. He
said I couldn't power people to do things they didn't
want to do, and I haven't really pushed the envelope,
so to speak. But I first became tempted with a quite
attractive blonde several years ago. Let's just say
that it's worked every time so far. But I can only go
so far. There's too much disease out there, and,
really, I'm quite happy at home. Also, after a
patient's first appointment, I usually only schedule
fifteen minutes per appointment, so there's no time to
use the video."

"But in certain situations, you do."

"Well, yes. The good looking women are a weakness."

"And what do you do with them?"

"I really don't want to go into that."

Steven raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? I have your
medical license hanging by a thread." He dangled the
Dictaphone in front of him. "Tell me, what have you
done with my wife?"

"I've never had sex with her, if that's what you mean.
I've never even had her remove her pants. There just
isn't enough time, for one thing, plus I have two
female assistants who are always about. There's too
great a chance I'd get caught. I've seen your wife's
breasts, yes, and taken some pictures. I've done that
with a lot of women. And rather than make them just
feel good about their backs, I've expanded the benefits
of Chiropractic to fulfilling sex. They're happy. You
should be happy. They feel better. I get to satisfy my
libido while filling my bank account. And that's really
about it."

Steven gave him a skeptical look. "That all sounds very
reamisterable, but I have my doubts. You could use your
video so that patients forget that they had to wait an
extra half hour for their appointment, and you could
use it to make your patients think their appointment
started late, when in fact, you had liberty with them
for as long as you wanted. And as for your staff, you
could easily have them watch the video and have them
forget what they've seen you do. I can only think of
one solution here."

He looked at me, emotions mixed between panic and hope.
What hope did he have? "Your office, does it have a
VCR?"

"Yes."

"The only way I'll let you out of this is for you to
watch your video, and then answer the questions for me.
That's your only option, short of being exposed."

The doctor gave a somewhat defeated look. He said, "I
know what you're thinking, but the film won't work on
me. We've got to find some other terms. I'll be happy
to give you your wife's pictures back, and the
videotapes she's brought me. This has the potential of
too much trouble. How about this? There's two more
copies of the videotape in my safe. We can destroy them
together. Just to give you some reassurance, I'll give
you a few pictures of my wife." He reached into his
desk drawer and removed several pictures. I looked. If
he was a graying Ken, she was a nude 30ish Barbie. Wow.
The face in the picture matched a photo on his desk, a
portrait that pictured them together. It seemed legit.

"Keep those under wraps. If she finds out, I've had it.
I can't afford a divorce." Dr. Gilliam opened the safe
and removed the videotapes. He had a hammer in another
desk drawer, and offered it to Steven. They stepped
outside through his private door to the rear of the
building, and Steven smashed the tapes, pulling the
film from them. He then threw them in a dumpster.

Dr. Gilliam looked worried, and he had reamister to be.
His business was likely to go on the decline. "I'd
appreciate it if you left that little tape with me," he
said.

"No, I don't think so," Steven said. "I have no way of
knowing whether you have more tapes, or more pictures
of Hayley and me. We'll call it a draw."

He nodded, reluctantly accepting the terms. "Okay. A
draw. Anything else?"

"Yes, this visit was free." He nodded again and
escorted Steven to the lobby before taking his next
patient, an absolutely gorgeous 20 or so year old that
Steven couldn't imagine had any problem with her back.
The things he could do with that tape.

Steven figured it was probably best not to tell Hayley
about what had happened. No doubt her Chiropractic
visits would soon end, without the magictic suggestions
that it was working so well. He thought about telling
her to see another doctor, but that would just arouse
suspicion. With any justice, the doctor's practice
would be meeting its end in the next several months.

***

Dr. Gilliam seethed. Steven was smart to figure him
out. But he was also gullible. He removed the master
copy of his videotape from an unlocked file cabinet...
the best place to keep your valuables. He amused
himself and laughed shortly. Steven's audiotape was too
incriminating, and many of his clients were too
distinguished to hear about the "privileges" he allowed
himself. If they found out, he'd be in jail. Worse, two
were wives of pro football players. He'd be dead.

In a way, Steven had answered a question that he'd been
tantalizing himself with. As a recent widower, the
prospect of using his tape to get more than a titty
grab HAD occurred to him, and Hayley was a fine piece
of ass. It was finding an opportunity that he had been
careful with, and with Hayley, he now had an
opportunity and a purpose. Sweet.

If Steven had just made him watch the tape, he would
have revealed everything. Sucker. He had no idea how
the thing worked, but if he could suggest to a woman
that she couldn't see "Fuck Me" written on her body,
his permisteral signature of sorts, it seemed like the
tape could be used for about anything. It was time to
push the envelope.

***

Hayley arrived on time for her Chiropractic appointment
the following Tuesday, after her part-time work. Dr.
Gilliam's assistant had called and asked if a later
afternoon appointment would be okay, as something had
come up, and she found that she was the last
appointment for the day.

When she got to the patient room, Dr. Gilliam held up a
video and asked if she had seen it. It looked familiar,
but for the life of her, she couldn't remember anything
about it. The doctor started the tape and left the room
while she watched.

They chatted a bit, he made an adjustment to her back,
and she headed home. Her van clock said 7:00. She
looked at her watch. 7:00. What? Where had the time
gone? The video must have been longer than she thought,
although, thinking about it, she didn't seem to
remember much about it. She wondered if she was having
a problem with her memory. She hurried as best she
could through traffic to get home. She was surprisingly
tired, so she fixed sandwiches, ate and then went
upstairs to shower. Steven seemed to accept that she
got hung up in traffic.

She felt unusually sticky. In the bathroom, she started
the shower water, undressed, then looked in the mirror
and saw what she recognized as cum, dried on her cunt,
and a trail of small dried drops leading up to her
breasts as well. This panicked her. She looked again in
the mirror. She had what Steven referred to as her
"just fucked look," red splotches on her skin with a
healthy glow. But she hadn't had sex with Steven in a
couple of days, and she had showered since then, at
least twice, and just this morning, in fact! The time
lapse occurred to her. She couldn't remember anything,
but the only possible answer was that Dr. Gilliam
had...

Just then, Steven opened the bathroom door, naked, with
a raging hard-on, and pushed her into the shower. She
was being taken, all over again, just like her Viking
story. How many times had she been taken lately? Dr.
Gilliam! She didn't remember telling him about her
favorite book, but somehow she knew she had! Steven
engulfed a breast with his mouth, then sucked her
nipple fiercely, just short of biting it with his
teeth. The pleasure almost became pain when he lowered
himself to her cunt, and horrified thoughts of "NO! NO!
NOOOOOO!" raged through her mind.

He didn't stop the licking. Couldn't he taste...? Maybe
the shower water would wash it away in time... The
pressure of his tongue on her clit and the thought of
her husband slurping another man's cum from her cunt
sent her pulse racing. And the realization that she had
been fucked without knowing it was a taboo far beyond a
**** by a conquering Viking. She screamed in her
orgasm. Loud.

The following week, Hayley received another call from
the Chiropractor, requesting another appointment
change, and again, it was for the last appointment of
the day. Fine. While she had shared in a fantasy she
didn't even know she had, a confrontation was at hand.

***

Dr. Gilliam almost couldn't concentrate on his patients
through the day. Hayley had been a great fuck, and he
would fuck her again, but he had a purpose to achieve.
And while Hayley had been quite a willing participant
under his spell, the next time, and from now on, he
would have her of her own will. Sweet.

He finished with his last patient, and told his
receptionist she could go ahead and leave, for which
she gave him a disapproving look. Time for her to watch
a video... It wouldn't do to have his receptionist
suspect he was getting intimate with a married patient.
He locked up.

He opened the door to the room in which his forthcoming
fuck awaited, and, ...what a mixed signal! Hayley
stood, fury on her face, but her nipples were rock
hard, poking through the fabric of her blouse,
apparently without the restriction of a bra. As he
stared at her breasts, she raced forward, slapped him
hard across the face and yelled "Bastard! You bastard!"
Yeah, he thought, I am. But you're turned on.
Otherwise, why no bra? And a skirt? She always wore
slacks or shorts. How much did she know?

She slapped him again. He apparently wasn't paying
enough attention. "How could you? You fucked me! I
found your cum all over me when I got home!" Huh? Hell.
He had forgotten to make her oblivious to any signs of
sex. He had only made her forget about having sex and
to suspect the video for being longer than she
remembered. Well, it really didn't matter if she knew.
He was about to tell her anyway. But something about it
turned her on...of, course! Her **** fantasy. Her
favorite book. He had drawn that out from her about two
months ago, and he had used it subtly in his
suggestions. Subtlety was at an end.

"Hayley, we need to talk. Step into my office and I'll
show you a couple things."

She followed him in, and sat in one of his chairs. He
opened his safe and retrieved a video. The best lies
are mixed with truth.

"Your husband is a smart man, Hayley. He visited me a
couple of weeks ago and confronted me with an audio
tape, from a recorder he had placed in your purse."
Hayley looked intrigued. This likely wasn't at all the
conversation she had been expecting.

"The tape proves that I use a videotape about
Chiropractic terms to magictize some of my patients, in
this case, you." He could see that Hayley seemed to
register understanding about how she had been fucked,
as well as the loss of an hour and a half or so. He
explained how the particular audiotape suggested that
she make an ice dildo, and exhibit herself to whatever
world was beyond the door or window she had stood by.
"The tape also, I might add, unfortunately, included me
suggesting that your breasts were uneven and that you
should display them to me in hope of an adjustment."
Hayley looked down at her breasts briefly, again
understanding. "That's right, they're perfectly
matched."

"Bastard," Hayley snarled in a low voice.

"Steven asked me if I had done anything further than
that. I told him 'no.' There wasn't time during normal
appointment schedules for anything beyond, basically,
teenage petting. I gave him all the photographs of your
breasts I had taken. As he thought about it, I think
the potential power of the videotape got to his head.
He demanded a copy. I refused, for which you should be
grateful. And I'll show you why."

He placed his video in the VCR and hit 'play.' He saw
the mistrust on her eyes.

"Don't watch the video until you're confident that it's
not the magictic one. Go ahead. Look away." He started
the movie. He stifled a chuckle as Hayley's voice
filled the room, from the TV. It was soft. Submissive.
"Fuck me. Please? I've been admiring...wanting you for
weeks."

Hayley's eyes opened wide and turned her head to watch,
so Dr. Gilliam, knowing his fish was hooked and all but
pulled on board, watched with her. It showed her
walking on her knees, to his crotch, unfastening his
belt, unfastening his pants, reaching in his underwear
to pull out his cock. My 8" cock, Dr. Gilliam thought.
Bigger than your husband, aren't I? You aren't used to
that, are you? He had to control another chuckle. He
had watched the video repeatedly the night before, but
now, he was enjoying watching Hayley, shock on her
face, her mouth open, paralyzed in stunned silence. Her
face was a magnificent glowing red. Her nipples hard.
Sweet. He would enjoy her. He let the video continue.
There wouldn't be any more dialogue in the video, he
knew. He started talking after the movie showed his
first orgasm, into HER pussy.

"It goes on for another 30 minutes or so. You sucked my
cock back to life, and we had another go. I had mixed
feelings about doing this, Hayley, and here's why." She
looked at him, skepticism mixed with fury, fury mixed
with passion. Or so he hoped. Soon now...

"That audio tape threatens my business, you understand.
Steven threatened my medical license, newspaper
exposure, that kind of thing. Although I had given him
pictures of my wife, naked..." He sounded downcast.
"You know she died several months ago." Hayley was
watching the video, which showed her sucking his cock
like a porn star. "So he took those pictures of my
wife, and I gave him the pictures I had taken of you.
He wins, you know? I asked him what it would take for
me to get the tape back from him. You're not going to
like his answer." Hayley turned to look at him. Her
nipples were still hard nubs. Sweet. Worth lying for.
He tried what he hoped was his most sincere voice. "He
said he would trade it for a video of me fucking you."

With that, the color draining from her face. "He
didn't!" She looked distant, her thoughts unfathomable.

"He did. And I don't know if I can trust a man who
would have his wife fucked by another man. I have a
business and my reputation to protect. Unfortunately,
that's going to make things more difficult for you." He
could tell Hayley was sensing an impending doom. "Step
over to my computer." This was going to be fun. Hayley
sat in a rolling chair, still showing some spirit in
that she wasn't afraid to look. He logged onto the
internet, and went to his own website,
The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! Tears formed in Hayley's
eyes. In bold capital yellow letters across the screen
was her name. "H A Y L E Y."

And underneath, in slightly smaller print, "Slut wife."
As he scrolled down the screen, he revealed that the
website included the photos of her breasts he had
taken, stills from the video she had just been
watching, and stills from a video of her fucking
Steven. He clicked on a thumbnail picture. A picture of
Steven's cock in her cunt filled the screen. He hit the
"back" button, and then clicked on a link for effect. A
small square appeared on the screen and a video began
of Steven cumming on her face, audio included, with her
giggling after he was done.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you about those. I had you bring
me all your sex tapes and nude photos a couple months
or so ago. Steven took them back, but not before I
digitized them. See? Here's a Polaroid of you posing
naked. I believe you said that was 12 years ago. Look
how young you look. It's too bad the color is fading.

"But I digress. Here's the point. Your sister is a
client. She even sent me a joke e-mail that went out to
all her friends, including their e-mail addresses. She
told me who your friends are. Who your pastor is. I
have clients that go to your church. I know where your
husband works. All of them are going to get an
anonymous note that lists this website." He let that
sink in. Hayley hunched over in her seat, placing her
hands over her face. "UNLESS, you do what I want."
Hayley looked frozen, probably just beginning to
imagine what things he would do with her. "Hey, look,
the counter shows 18 people have been to the site
already, and I haven't even registered it with the
search engines."

***

Hayley had searched all over the damn house before
finding the cursed audiotape, hidden in one of Steven's
jacket pockets in his closet. She had searched his
closet first, but hadn't thought of checking the
pockets until she came up empty everywhere else. She
had played it, and it said exactly what the good Doctor
had said it did. Damn him! She didn't have the means to
copy a micro-cassette, so she played it next to an old
cassette recorder, and got a poor copy as a backup, at
least, if things didn't work out the way she hoped. And
it was only hope. She had no plan. She could try
blackmailing him with the audio, but he could likely
magictize her all over again and make her forget she
even had it. She was stuck.

The good doctor had known that Steven was away on a
fishing trip this weekend, which she somewhat
remembered telling him a few weeks earlier. As she
approached his house, she felt, simply, ruined. The
website would be disastrous. She didn't think that the
video had been Steven's idea, but she couldn't be sure,
especially the way he had charged in on her before she
showered, just after she had been fucked by the doctor.
He hadn't been at all curious or upset that she was so
late. Did he know? In any case, the video didn't show
the doctor's face, but the body was obviously not her
husbands. If her friends or family saw it, they would
have to move. Or worse, even if it was his idea, Steven
could divorce her, blaming her for cheating on him. The
evidence would show it. But he loved her. She knew he
did.

And she loved him. Yet, here she was, at the Doctor's
house, knowing that she would have sex with some number
of guys. She had no bags, although she knew she would
be there two nights until midday Sunday, so that she
would be home in time for Steven's return. She parked
the van, noticing that others' cars were already there.
She walked to the front door, feeling a mild, cool
breeze blow through her blouse and hair, across her
flesh. Which, in contrast to the ruin that lay beyond
the door, made her feel surprisingly sensuous. She rang
the doorbell.

Dr. Gilliam opened the door, all smiles. "Super! You're
here, right on time. I knew you would be. You look
fantastic." She smiled at the compliment; she had
worked on her looks all day it seemed, in a dreamy
nightmare of sensual pleasures and utter offense.
But here she was, and she would go through with it. She
didn't have a choice.

Her hair was placed perfectly, well brushed and pulled
back to fall below her shoulders. Steven liked it loose
during sex. She wore high heeled spaghetti strap
sandals, an olive skirt, and a very light beige sweater
vest, which hinted at a lacy bra beneath. It was
something she had worn on a night out with Steven.
Alluring, but not trampy. "Do you have the...?" She cut
his question short by handing him the audiotape. He
looked delighted.

She followed Dr. Gilliam to his entertainment room. It
included a pool table, a card table, a wide screen TV,
two recliners, and a couch. There were two men seated
at the card table, both good looking, which, frankly,
disappointed her. She was hoping they would be ugly so
that she could just hate them and the entire
experience, rather than herself. They looked at her
quizzically, however. Not the eyes of sex-starved
maniacs. Late 30's, early 40's. Marriage rings.

"Gentlemen, this is the surprise I promised. Her name
is Hayley." At least he didn't say my last name, she
thought. "Remember the convention we went to in the
Bahamas a few years ago?" They looked at her with more
interest. "Hayley's not a hooker for the evening,
though. She's married, and she's a patient. But she's
also mine to fuck. And tonight, Hayley will perform
just about anything we want her to." He grabbed her ass
as he said this, giving her a good squeeze. At this,
their eyes did turn to hunger, and she was surprised as
a baritone emerged from the kitchen. "Well, hello
there!" A black man, well... chocolate brown, maybe
even a dark bronze, walked in. He, too, was good
looking. Muscular. Big. She was going to hate herself.
Why was she doing this? She knew the answer before she
even asked the question.

Dr. Gilliam led her to the kitchen, where he showed her
around. Her first duties of the night would be to serve
as a waitress to them as they played cards and watched
a pre-seamister Friday night football game. She carried in
a tray of beers and set them on the table, which had
cutouts for holding takes. She expected to be groped,
and she was. As she leaned over placing the last beer,
a man introduced himself as Mac, held her left tit
between his hand and didn't let go. He said, "Richard,
I seem to remember in Nassau that our... waitress...
was topless. How does this work, do you tell her what
to do or can we?"

"Hayley will only obey me, but I'll tell her do
anything you want. She knows what this is about, and
she came of her own free will. Didn't you Hayley?"

The Doctor had given her specific instructions on how
she was to play her role. She died inside as she
answered, but in a surprisingly eager voice. "You know
I'm yours," she winked, and after a pause concluded,
"to do with... whatever... you... want."

"Hayley, remove your top." Her face turned red as the
men turned to watch. "And the bra." Dr. Gilliam had
said that she was to perform, actually, to happily
perform whatever he said. He had actually driven the
role home when he had said that she should consider
herself his tamed captive. Just like the book. And this
was why she would hate herself, and had been hating
herself all day. She could still hate him for what he
was making her do, but she feared the guilt of enjoying
herself even more. Her guilt began with the breeze
tantalizing her skin when she arrived on his porch,
when she realized she was already excited, already wet,
already willing to fuck, without even putting up a
fight.

So she turned her back to them, offense burning
within, removed her bra, and then turned to give them a
look at her tits. The excitement quenched her
offense with an even stronger fire. They were
staring at her breasts, the breasts of a captive slave
who, truly, had no choice in the matter.

Dr. Gilliam soon took control as they began to move
towards her. "Wait guys. Remember Nassau. Winner of the
hand gets to suck her tits for a minute. Hayley, go get
the Readi Whip." The term "whip" startled her, before
she understood what he was asking. Whatever game they
were playing was some variation of Poker. Mac won. She
stood in front of him as he left his chair to get a
better angl

Hayley did what her idiot, but loving, husband should
have done. She found out everything. After a few
commands, they started taking care of things. All the
magictic videos in the house were found. All the photos
of his patients in the house were found. He logged onto
the internet and destroyed the website he had created.
The counter had read 1,880. Damn. He must have
registered it, but there was nothing to be done about
the files people may have copied. They went to the
computer where the files were stored. She reformatted
the entire drive. There were no other copies except at
the office.

So, they would have to drive to the office. She had to
wear one of his shirts, and found her shoes. Sleepy boy
would have to stay in his pajamas. At the office
another hard drive was re-formatted, photos were handed
over, and videos were gathered. She piled it all into a
suitcase she had brought from his house. There were no
other copies of anything related to his magictic
controls that she didn't possess. IF he was telling the
truth. He seemed to be giving her all she had asked
for. But Steven had been satisfied too.

They returned to his house, where all was quiet, as it
should be at 4:00 a.m. She gave him a final suggestion,
that she had very much enjoyed plotting during the
return drive, tucked him into bed, and counted him to
relax, "one, two, three."

Her drive home was one of self-congratulations and, she
admitted, fulfillment. It had been fun. Not her choice,
but it had been fun. The men had had their fun, too,
but it had been about as gentlemanly as a gang-bang
could get, she supposed. Her reverie was interrupted
when she was pulled over by a police car. Speeding 12
miles over.

The officer looked her over, probing her face and body
with his flashlight, then the interior of the van. She
was glad he didn't look too far down her legs. She
hadn't cleaned those up, and she was a sticky mess. She
realized that the man's shirt she was wearing and the
suitcase would tell him all he needed to know - that
she had slept with a man and was returning home. It was
unlikely he would suspect her of anything else, driving
in a family van as she was. The man, whose face she
could never make out, let her off with a warning.

***

Saturday, she made a fire in the backyard. Her romance
novel was first. She had lived that and beyond. The
photos the Doctor took were interesting. She was
comforted that her sister was not among them. Some of
the people she knew; most she didn't. She burned them
all. The videos she also threw in. The noxious fumes of
burning plastic drove her away from the fire, but she
had to return to dump in one other tape.

The video of the Doctor fucking her really turned her
on. She had watched it several times that afternoon,
cumming each time she watched it. If the video had
included all four men, she would have kept it,
somewhere. But the video was too dangerous to keep
around the house. Steven must never know.

During the evening, she deprogrammed herself. She had
to, before Steven's return on Sunday. Her emotions
competed with her logic, which competed with her cunt.
She imagined the men showing up at the Doctors house,
ready to fuck her. Her motions told her to feel guilty
for having enjoyed it. Her cunt told her to go back,
live a little more, and conclude the night with a
commemorative video. Her logic said, simply, "No."

Too much potential for disease, pregnancy, physical
harm. It was safe now. The men would have asked for
Hayley, and the Doctor wouldn't remember who she was.
IF the video had worked. She would know by a few days.
Her cunt hadn't given up the fight easily, though. She
had never before masturbated so much in a single day.

Sunday was good. Sex with her husband would be her
focus for the day. She worked on her tan, wearing a
small white bikini. She had never worn it except when
modeling it for Steven, who had bought it. It became
transparent when wet. She thought of a special party
for Steven's return, and settled on a rather simple
greeting. He had enjoyed the garage scene so much, she
decided to welcome him there. Nude. Covered with baby
oil, everywhere except her tits and her cunt. She
imagined a bucket of confetti emptying on her as he
drove in... Her cunt said maybe he would bring friends.
Stop it!

She heard a noise to her side, and through the edge of
her dark sunglasses, became aware that her neighbor was
watching her. She didn't move her head, but she was
quite hot, and perspiring. And she could only imagine
that her bikini was now see-thru. Minor amounts of
appreciation were good, she thought. Steven could, and
would, appreciate her more. How different she was...

***

Steven returned from his fishing trip to find all well
at home. The garage surprise made him fearful the
Doctor was still a problem, but Hayley truly lived the
moment. A messy moment. Talking, hugging, appreciating
him, encouraging him. Somehow, he knew it was all
"her." No mind games. Hayley seemed in good spirits,
and she grilled a steak to celebrate his return. He
enjoyed the trip away, but had been worried whether his
dealings with the Dr. Gilliam were truly over. He
thought he had handled it pretty well. And while the
photos of Dr. Gilliam's wife were great, it was the
pictures of his wife's tits that he had looked at while
he jerked off in the cabin.

Two days later, his worries went away. He showed the
newspaper article to Hayley, who had the most unusual
grin on her face. Humored? Sickened? Not surprised, at
the least. Maybe her instincts had told her something
wasn't right with the man. She was very insightful
about people. In any case, the doctor had been arrested
for multiple counts of public indecency. Maybe taking
his videos away had caused the doctor to go nuts. Going
to retirement homes and exposing himself to old ladies.
Imagine that.

All seemed right with the world. He poured himself a
Coke and headed for the den, where Hayley was waiting
to show him some movie she had gotten over the weekend.

Looking at the pictures, he presumed it was the doctor
that was fucking her. His face wasn't shown, but the
room almost had to be his. Scrolling down the screen,
he found several video clips. The segments were short,
but they were clear enough to show that while Hayley's
face wasn't particularly encouraging, there was no
denying that she was turned on. And some of his own
video was there. Who would have had access to all of
this except Hayley? How had she gotten copies of the
doctor's pictures?

He had taken the doctor's photos of Hayley's breasts
during his confrontation. He was certain that the
doctor had turned them all over to him, yet here they
were. The doctor could have scanned them before he took
them though. So, the doctor had powerd Hayley to fuck
him. He had lied. It was the only thing that made
sense. Steven didn't feel any pity for the man in his
current state. But if the doctor fucked her, did Hayley
even know about it?

But here was evidence. The survival of the pictures,
the creation of a website, it was a question that had
to be answered. Hayley would have to find out. Who was
behind the pictures? He left the web site showing on
his computer screen until Hayley returned. Maybe she
could explain. He looked again at the screen. Wow. He
grabbed some tissues, lowered his pants, and began
stroking himself as he restarted the doctor's video
sequence. He came twice before she returned home.

When Steven guided her into the study, Hayley's spirits
collapsed on seeing the image on the computer. It was
the same page the doctor had shown her when he had made
her beg him to fuck her. She should have been
embarrassed with her husband obviously wanting an
explanation, or angry at the unfairness of it all,
or... something. But the only feeling that came over
her was disappointment. In some ways, the conclusion to
her problem had been her finest hour, despite the
voices in her head that suggested living her fantasy
had been pretty darn good. But the doctor had been
firmly in her grip at the end.

He had told her everything, and she had destroyed
everything. At his house, in his office, on his
computer, the videos, his files, anything and
everything. But, here it was. It was a mystery. And the
events that led up to it, she decided she had to
explain to Steven. some of them anyway. And the events
that followed. There were no pictures of her with the
men at the doctor's house, she saw. It was best that
she explain only the single infidelity powerd upon her,
and blended the later facts.

It was a long talk, and both of them were nervous about
what awaited them both. It was obvious that somebody
wanted something.

The next day, Saturday, as soon as the mail came,
Hayley retrieved it. No envelope. They had both been
hoping for a hint as to who was sending them. Steven
had said that there weren't any stamps, and they had
talked for over an hour about who it could be that put
the letter in their mailbox.

If it didn't come in the mail, then someone besides the
postman had placed it there. And that meant that
whoever it was took chances. They could catch him. And
Hayley felt certain it was a "he", rather than a "she."
Even as she thought it, the name "Sandy" came into
mind, but, it couldn't be. Or anyone else. It wasn't
like she had kept copies in the house that someone
might find, like neighbors who fed their pets when they
were away. And they were pretty good about hiding their
adult toys and videos from prying eyes. So who?

As she walked back to the front door, she saw it. It
was taped to the wall. She pulled it off and yelled for
Steven as she entered the house. Typed envelope. Typed
letter. "Check the website again."

They did. It looked the same. Only, this time, there
were two changes. The title said, "Hayley, Slut
Neighbor," and there were a few new pictures at the
bottom of the page. It was no great relief to have
figured out who was behind it.

The pictures were again in splendid color, only,
neither Hayley nor Steven had seen them before. Hayley
on the deck naked except her "painted" swimsuit. Steven
fucking her while she leaned over the deck rail. A hazy
image of Hayley's breasts pressed against the glass
door. Hayley sun tanning nude. The answer was obvious
just from the pictures.

They were all taken from their next door neighbor's
deck.

He had known they would figure it out, though. The
message across the bottom of the screen had a form
field for visitors to leave messages. The explanation
for the form was what made them nervous. "Hayley and
Steven are my next door neighbors. Hayley is a slut who
is pretty brazen about showing her body. They know that
I've seen them. They didn't know that I had a camera.
And these other pictures. They're probably pretty
embarrassed about them. So much so, in fact, that I
think they'll do whatever I want, unless, that is, they
want their friends and family to see these. And that's
why I want your suggestions, because I think they're
ours to command."

There was silence. She could tell Steven was getting
angry, and then defeated. Over and over again. Much
like herself. The first time had been a fantasy that
grew to a nightmare that had to go away. This was just
a nightmare.

She typed in the form-field, "F U C K O F F!" and was
about to send it when Steven stopped her.

"No, let's talk about it. With him."

They disconnected their internet service, and the phone
rang. Steven answered it.

"So, you tried my site. I've been waiting for a hit,
figuring it would be you." It was Jack. The neighbor.

"Uh-huh. Why don't we talk. Can you come over?"

***

Jack was feeling his oats. His wife was oblivious to
the goings on next door, which was surprising. The odds
would suggest that at some point she would notice the
slut doing her thing on the deck or that she would
notice him peering over there all the time. He had
waited long enough, though. He was getting tired of the
distant, leaf blocked view.

Upon entering their house, he didn't notice any
outright hostility. Maybe they would try to be nice and
persuade him to give it up. But he held the cards.
Certainly they knew that. He knew what their first
question would be.

"What do you want?" Steven asked.

And he knew the second.

"How did you get the pictures?" Hayley asked.

Good. Good. "Don't you know what I do? I own and manage
an internet service provider. The same ISP that a
certain Dr. Richard Gilliam used. I pretty much mind my
own business there, but when a site starts taking on
bandwidth, it slows the server and we get unhappy
customers. So, a site spiked. I checked it, only to
find that the," he looked wolfishly at Hayley, "prime
piece of wife meat next door not only flashes her
neighbors but fucks around, too."

"So I kept checking the site for updates, but there
weren't any. And then, as luck would have it, I had
just finished handling a small emergency in the middle
of the night, and I thought I would check out his site
yet again. After all, if he kept up the volume, we were
going to have to charge him extra or encourage him to
move elsewhere. So I noticed the files were being
deleted. Quickly. We have a backup server, though, and
it was quite easy to copy the contents safely into my
own hard drive space."

At this, Hayley just looked down at the floor, sinking
her face into her hands. It was curious how she didn't
seem to defend the material, or even be embarrassed
about it. She only seemed miffed that he possessed it.
"Slut" had been a pet term, in his own desirous way,
but maybe it was right. Steven was speaking, "I'll
repeat the question, what do you want?"

"A lot. I've thought about it. But first, here's what
you'll get. I'll smudge or black out her face so she
won't be recognized. Some of the shots will be free,
and I'll post them across the web to draw business to
the site. And then I'll charge for full access. And
what people will be paying for is my," he reconsidered,
"our. little plaything here. A customer wants to see
Hayley a certain way, in a certain place, doing a
certain thing, then she'll act it out, and you'll
record it for me."

"What makes you think we'll do that?" asked Steven.

He grinned, and gave them a piece of paper. "This is
why I waited so long. I had to research both of you.
Parents, friends, employer, it's all there. And it
would take mere moments to post your names and address
right there on the web page. Don't cooperate, and the
world will know. You figure the results."

Steven looked angry, but his features settled as he
seemed to realize he had been outplayed before the game
began. Hayley only had a glazed look on her face. Was
she thinking about what would happen if all her friends
and family knew, or was she thinking about what he was
going to make her do? "How far is this going to go?"
asked Hayley. Good. It was the latter.

"As far as what you'll be doing? I don't know. I guess
it will be a test of the free enterprise system. What
do they want? What will they pay? I can't place
restrictions on what they suggest, but it will be in my
interest to make sure you don't get harmed or
arrested." He reached into his pocket. "This is a
loaner. It's a digital camera. It will also take video
for about a minute. Steven, come here and I'll show you
how to work this thing."

Steven came over slowly, obviously distrustful and his
face expressing more than a little distaste at his
neighbor. That was fine. "And tell your wife to take
off her shirt. I've been dying to see those tits up
close." He watched as Steven thought for a moment,
looked at his wife and nodded to her. Jack could see a
moment of astonishment on Hayley's face as her husband
was giving her the signal to bare her breasts to
another man. He hadn't planned on seeing her naked so
early, but... why not? He HAD been waiting to seem them
up close. "And the bra, too!"

The shirt came swiftly over her head. She reached
behind her back, and he about came in his pants. This
was better than a strip club. She wasn't used to
exhibiting herself, and he didn't have to pay. And
those breasts were perfect. Her nipples were hard
points, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was
turned on. He reviewed the instructions with Steven
while taking pictures. "Hey, that's good. Now raise
your arms over your head." This was too easy. After he
had taken about 30 pictures, he removed the data
cartridge and handed Steven a blank. "I'll just keep
this one for now. It will make for good intro shots,
especially with a narrative about your agreement to do
anything." He laughed.

He moved closer to his neighbor, looked her in the eyes
and reached for her breasts, feeling her nipples tickle
the palm of his hands before he closed in on them,
feeling their weight, their warmth. To see them was one
thing, to feel them. She closed her eyes at his touch.
He stepped behind her, cupping them both, while Steven
watched, getting angrier. "Don't worry Steven. I won't
fuck your wife, I'm afraid of disease." Hayley began to
protest but he put his hand up to silence her. "I have
no idea how many others she's fucked. I'm just looking
forward to the pictures of who she fucks in the future.
I'll be in touch."

Hayley kept a watch on the website. Within hours, Jack
had posted the pictures of her tits, but, true to his
word, he had either cropped her face from the picture
of blanked it so that she wasn't recognizable. The
walls behind her would be, but that was just a risk she
had to accept.

She and Steven had debated means of getting out of
this. Confronting Jack's wife had been the obvious
solution. It would get him in trouble, but it wouldn't
stop Jack from contacting their friends and posting
their names and address on the site. In fact, it would
seem to guarantee it.

Murder and armister weren't feasible alternatives. Jail
didn't seem like a good option, and they weren't sure
if being blackmailed would be an adequate cause.
Besides, then the press would investigate and publish
the whole sordid story.

Faced with no workable options, their conversation had
turned towards what Jack might require that they do.
The speculation didn't help matters. It made them both
mad, and it proved to be a pointless speculation. After
a fast, furious fuck, each had admitted that the perils
ahead turned them on to a degree, but that it was just
too dangerous. She told herself that she could make the
best of a bad situation. She had before.

It was Wednesday that the website changed. Highlighted
by a flashing arrow, it said, "Our first challenge has
been received. Within three days, Hayley will stand in
the parking lot of a Wal-Mart without a shirt or bra
on. And she will hold a calendar pointing to the
current day to prove that this slut is for real."

Hayley felt anxious, of all things. Not embarrassed.
Relief, perhaps, on such a simple assignment. But there
was an excitement to it. She called Steven in. After
reading, he, too, looked relieved.

"Hayley, are you sure you can do this?"

"You know I can. I went through worse with the doctor,
didn't I? If it weren't for that damned Jack powering
us, it might even be fun." She had a glimmer in her
eye. Yes, it would be fun.

They waited until day three to do it, only to spite
Jack and to avoid seeming eager. They went in the
morning, when the sun was shining but the customers
few. They drove around the parking lot several times
and finally picked a spot where the store would be
visible behind her, along with some parked cars. But
the camera wouldn't show their van blocking her from
the view of the majority of the parking area. Steven
stood outside, and after making sure there was no one
in the vicinity, he signaled Hayley and readied the
camera.

Hayley stepped out of the sliding van door, wearing
nothing but her sneakers and blue jean shorts. Steven
was already clicking away before she opened the
calendar and pointed to July 14th. Hayley couldn't help
but smile at the obvious hard-on in Steven's pants. He
continued to click away. When he finished with the
camera, she gave her nipple a tweak just to tease him
and quickly hopped back into the van, which was
fortunate, because a traffic light must have signaled
and cars were approaching fast.

Steven quickly entered the driver's seat and looked
back at her half-naked body. "I don't suppose you want
to tease me some more?"

Hayley didn't say anything. The van was air-
conditioned, and it had dark tinted windows except on
the front window. Her silence caused him to look into
her eyes, and then she grinned and reclined the seat,
unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping just a twinge.
Steven didn't seem to understand that it wasn't just a
tease. She lifted her hips, unzipped fully, and began
sliding her shorts down her legs...

"You can't mean." But she did. And he accepted the
invitation.

The photos were quickly posted by Jack, along with
their next mission:

"Sure, the parking lot was easy. But let's see those
bare tits where other people are more likely to see
them! Pictures will arrive in three more days from a
carpet golf course, one picture from each hole, in the
evening when the course is full."

Hayley sighed, but her pulse quickened. It would be
fun, but then, it wouldn't. A flash here or there was
one thing, but using a camera at each hole would
immediately draw attention to the subject of the
photograph. She decided that bending over, bra-less,
would meet the definition of "bare tits," and avoid
public derision. However, her clothing didn't help.

Her assortment of tops was limited. A tank top didn't
work because the neck was too high for a "bending over"
shot. A string tied top worked great for the shot, but
her tits stretched the fabric and would draw too much
attention. In fact, any blouse she wore bra-less seemed
inadequate as her 38 C's, in their unsupported state,
seemed very conspicuous. Finally, they opted for the
obvious, a bikini top. She would just have to flash the
camera instead of letting Steven take a picture each
time she bent over to pick up or place a ball. There
just wasn't a way of doing this without making a scene.

So they went, but when most people were eating dinner.
Three to four holes ahead of them were empty, and
Hayley found it relatively easy to pose for the
pictures. She would pretend to hug a plastic lion, and
Steven would pretend to take a picture until he was
sure no one was looking. Then she would flash a tit and
move on to some other silly pose. This worked well for
the first 9 holes, and the tenth hole was the easiest
as they played through a tunnel.

She pulled her bikini up over both breasts for the
first time, and with a cheesecake posture, gave a wink
and a smile. This was fun! And Steven enjoyed it, too.
At the 12th hole, they noticed that a noisy group of
teenage boys was playing several holes behind them, and
not seriously. That meant they would either play very
slow, or very fast. After flashing Steven while
standing behind a fake waterfall, Hayley realized they
were gaining, quickly.

At the 14th hole, they had caught up. Steven played his
ball first, and when Hayley sank her putt, she crouched
with her back to the boys, exposed her left nipple, and
Steven quickly got the shot. It was at the end of the
15th hole as Hayley tried to nonchalantly repeat this
flash that she realized the boys, well... late teens.
had been suddenly quieted and were speaking in hushed
tones. They were on to her.

She pulled Steven aside, and they agreed to let the
boys "play through." The boys quickly finished the hole
they had just played, and although they agreed to go
on, each stole more than an idle glance at her breasts.
She didn't mind it so much, but her nipples
sorry hardened beneath the bikini fabric, which
made them stare the more. They continued to play after
the boys went ahead, but they were aware of at least
two of the boys watching at all times.

When she picked up the ball, she turned her back to
them once again and flashed Steven, aware of the
giggling behind her. At the 17th hole, there were still
no good concealed places, so she was powerd to do the
same thing. The boys had not left the tee area of the
18th, and as she began raising the fabric of her bikini
top for Steven, their whispering was almost in her ear.
"Oh man, she is hot! You know he's getting an eyeful!"
With this, Hayley looked back over her shoulder and
smiled at the boys, and she was certain that Steven had
the shot with them i
n the background.

The 18th hole was a problem. The problem was that she
sunk her putt for a hole-in-one, and the boys now
surrounded the area. There was no way she was going to
be able to flash for the camera without one of them
seeing her. In addition, the area beyond was full of
teens and others paying for their games and waiting to
start on the nearby first hole.

Steven apparently recognized the problem, and his
solution was unexpected.

"Hey guys, I need your help. Would you stand next to my
wife there at the hole. That's it. Two on each side."
Hayley realized he had formed a wall of sorts between
her and the crowd. "Hayley, put your arms around their
shoulders. Good. Okay, you two closest to her. I think
you know what I want you to do." He smiled, and nodded
while looking at her breasts.

Hayley heard "oh, man!" and "yes!" on either side of
her as she felt two hands lift her bikini. The boys
made no pretense at posing for the camera, grabbing a
quick feel of her breasts as they stared at them in
disbelief. The boys on either end, not wanting to be
left out, also grabbed her roughly, giving her a
squeeze. Steven snapped the pictures, and it was a long
moment before she realized that one of them had untied
her bikini string at the back and another had pulled it
away!

"Guys!"

As she reached for it, they pulled away, and she was
aware that a few others nearby were now looking. She
covered her breasts with her arms, and Steven quickly
removed his shirt and placed it around her shoulders.
She and Steven quickly headed to the van, followed by
the boys. She spoke over her shoulder to them, saying
"That's it guys. Show's over."

At the van, Hayley turned to make sure the boys weren't
following them, and, although she wouldn't have minded
another fuck in the van, she felt it was best to leave
the area. As they drove past the course, Hayley saw
that there were a number of faces were looking at them,
some laughing and some, possibly hostile. What the
hell. She didn't know any of them.

The following day, she leaned against the computer desk
with Steven taking her from behind as they both gazed
at the pictures on the website. She felt somewhat
guilty for contributing to the delinquency of minors,
but what Steven was doing to her made her forget about
all that.

Jack was quite satisfied. The parking lot had been his
idea and the golf was from someone at the site. Now he
was getting all kinds of requests. How much could he
get her to do? Those teens grabbing her tits had been a
great surprise, and it hinted that she would comply
with a lot of the requests on the site. And as Hayley
appeared to be such a willing slut, he began asking
himself why shouldn't he fuck her? A little safe sex...
his wife would never know, but he wasn't sure yet.

It was time to take someone's request and amend it
slightly. If she would do this, maybe she really was
his to do anything he wanted. He hadn't imagined that
the possibilities would be so open. He had expected
compromises, like limiting pictures to their bedroom,
but they seemed almost familiar with this sort of
blackmail.

Steven awoke and checked the web site early. "Our slut
has been very cooperative. And your requests have been
entertaining. But she doesn't know about them yet,
because I do them one at a time. Next, Hayley will
expose both her breasts and her cunt in a crowded bar.
And just so she doesn't blend in for a quick flash,
she'll wear a red dress, high heels, and bright red
lipstick."

Hayley thought long and hard about this. And Steven
did, too. They debated the time of day, the particular
bar, possibly getting a pool table where it might be
less crowded... the options went on and on. Finally,
they decided just to get it over with and drove around,
looking for the right place. Neither of them was in the
habit of going to bars, even occasionally. After over
an hour of driving, Hayley said, "That's it. This one."

Steven looked at the old metal building, painted blue
and white, with the obligatory neon beer signs in the
windows. There were a good number of cars parked out
front, more than at some of the others they had seen.
"Why this one?"

"Because it's nowhere near where we live and I want to
get it over with. Here's the plan."

Steven entered the bar alone. He was surprised to find
the bar counter so near the front. There were booths
and pool tables around the side. The place was smoky,
which he hated, and the bar was about half full. He sat
at a table near the door, which was across a small
aisle from the bar, opposite several empty stools. He
noticed there weren't any women around. It was all guys
- 20's, 30's, 40's. Not a rough bunch, but maybe an
after work crowd. He hoped it wasn't a gay bar, then
decided that it would probably be easier if it was. For
Hayley, anyway.

She entered. It wasn't like a western movie when
everything halts as someone enters the saloon. Only the
guys at the bar noticed, but the conversation did stop.
Hayley's red dress had a halter top, and the hem ended
about mid-thigh. She had found some red high heeled
shoes at a thrift store, and they made her look as
expensive as they cost. No stockings. And the lipstick.
Glossy.

Hayley walked up to a bar stool and sat down. Without a
purse, it was sort of obvious she wasn't there to buy
anything. A guy on the nearest stool, looking her up
and down, asked, "Hey, lady, can I buy you a take?"

Hayley spun her stool so that her back was to the bar,
looked over her shoulder at him and said, "No. I'm just
here to have my picture taken." The guy looked confused
as she spread her legs on the stool and pulled the hem
up. She pulled the top of her dress down and heard
Steven clicking away. She had planned on about 3
seconds, but the first 2 seemed to last an hour.

She abruptly hopped off the seat, kicked off her shoes
and ran towards the door, pulling her dress back up in
the process. Steven just beat her to the door to open
it for her and followed behind. A drawn out
"Daaaammmmmnnation!" echoed in her ears. Their van was
parked just outside the door, illegally, but it had
seemed appropriate, somehow. Within seconds, they were
off as several men opened the bar door, watching them
leave.

On the way home, Hayley took the camera to look at the
pictures. Steven had taken nine, some of them including
the quick strip and one of her hopping off the stool.
She didn't realize until she saw the pictures that she
had looked at the men at the bar the whole time she had
adjusted her clothes, and a couple of the pictures
showed that they weren't keeping eye contact.

They were definitely checking her out. She had wanted
to make certain that they didn't make any moves towards
her, but the pictures suggested she was tempting them.
It might have been easier to try to sneak some pictures
in the bar, but she felt certain that the "show and go"
was the better option. And the pictures did show.

The website was again updated. There were a few
pictures posted of Hayley sucking Steven's cock and of
him fondling her breasts. But apparently, their
audience was too distracted to take any other pictures.
"I'll bet Jack is disappointed," said Hayley. "What's
with the next mission?"

Steven read over her shoulder. ""Next, my slut neighbor
will. well, just imagine. But I'll post the pictures
afterward."

"I guess he'll let us know." Steven noticed that Jack
was now accepting American Express and Discover,
whereas before it was Visa and MasterCard. Business
must be on the rise. It was a compliment. Of sorts.

***

Jack was feeling his oats. Hayley, he was now
confident, would do whatever was needed. But it
surprised him that Steven seemed just as willing. And
they wouldn't know it, but he had them to thank for his
newest, and largest, client. It had been accidental
that it had worked out, but. Who would have known that
when he was showing the prospect his computer server
system, that this permister would recognize the ongoing
monitor on bandwidth, and then have the curiosity to
ask what website was drawing so much traffic? Jack
hadn't claimed that the website was his, but when his
customer said that he would like to see Hayley in
action, he couldn't help but add, "What if I could
arrange it?"

And so he had. In the motel room. And it was nice and
anonymous for his client, who had now signed on the
dotted line, with the understanding that it was a "one
time only" negotiating perk. And if he wanted to
renegotiate later, then... Hayley would just have to
accommodate him. It was amazing how everything was
coming together. Coming together. Yes, it was time for
Jack to give himself a reward.

Then the phone rang.

After hanging up the phone, he decided he better take
his reward now, rather than later. He drove home,
knowing that his wife would be out. Then he walked
across the yard to Hayley's house and rang the
doorbell.

Hayley opened the door with a curt, "What do you want?"
Jack just smiled and stepped inside the house.

"Well, it's about your next mission. When was the last
time you and Steven had sex?"

Hayley tried to think about why this was important to
know, but decided that it couldn't hurt anything. "This
morning, before he went to work."

"Perfect. You asked what I want. It's you."

Hayley didn't understand the line of questioning, but
she understood that Jack now wanted to fuck her. "I
thought you were afraid of disease."

"Yeah, I'm going to risk it."

"What about your wife? Isn't she home?"

"She went to her mom's house for a week, and I didn't
do anything to discourage her." Jack held her by the
wrist and led her up the stairs to her bedroom, which
he had never scene before except on videotape. "Where
do you keep your sex toys, and where is the camera?"

Hayley went to the bathroom and pulled out a black bag
which contained her vibrators, blindfold, and bondage
straps. She found the camera downstairs and returned
with it.

As turned on as she had been at Dr. Gilliam's house, or
with Dr. Gilliam for that matter, Hayley felt nothing
but ***d as Jack removed her clothes. His manner
was somewhat rough, and he pawed at her breasts,
pinching them and sucking on them as if he didn't care
what it felt like to her. But then, he probably didn't.
Then he had her lay on the bed while he used the straps
to secure her to the four corners. Hayley felt like she
could cry, but she didn't want to give in to him. She
wished Steven was home. A steely hostility took over as
he felt her body with his hands, leisurely but roughly.
She felt sorry for his wife.

He undressed, and she was sorry to see that his cock
was slightly larger than Steven's. She had enjoyed the
notion that he was blessed with a 3" nub. When he
entered her, she wasn't wet, and he powerd his way in.
It hurt before it began to feel better. And even after
it began to feel good, she wouldn't allow herself to
participate by moving her body. She didn't want him to
enjoy it. Hayley's mind started to wander to dinner.
What would she cook? Hayley couldn't imagine why he
chose now as the time to take her. Was it his intention
to be fucking her when Steven returned? She ducked a
kiss to look at her clock. 5:10. Steven would be home
in 20 minutes.

Without her help, it seemed that Jack was quite content
to just to thrust within her. He was in no particular
hurry, apparently, and he continued to grab at her tits
as best he could while maintaining his balance. It made
sense, in a way, that he handled her tits so much. His
wife was almost flat-chested. Ha. 'You can't have
everything,' came to mind, but then she realized that,
yes, he could, and he did. She could probably expect
him to fuck her any day he wanted to.

Something had to be done.

For fifteen minutes he fucked her, removing his cock
apparently when he was close to cumming, making it
last. Steven would be here in about five minutes, she
thought. Murder could happen. Jack started increasing
his rhythm and thrusting harder. She didn't encourage
him, and it was all she could do not to move with him.
Finally, she just closed her eyes as she felt him cum
within her, a faint heat source within her, fading
away. She felt him withdraw, but kept her eyes closed.
She didn't want to see his face, and particularly any
sign of gloating.

She felt a shift in movement on the bed, and then
realized he was placing a blindfold on her. Then she
felt a towel between her legs, apparently cleaning her
up. Then, ear muffs. She had forgotten those were in
the bag. What was he up to? And finally, a gag. She
wasn't sure what cloth he was using. She knew there
weren't any of those in the bags... Steven would never
use one.

Then she felt something on her abdomen. It tickled.
Writing. What was he writing? Why did men seem to like
to write on her body? Maybe he saw one of Dr. Gilliam's
pictures. She heard a faint low toned murmur, and she
hoped it was the garage door. Good. Get this guy out of
the house. Or maybe it was the air-conditioner turning
on, as she felt cold air blow against her skin.

***

Steven returned home from work, tired. Tired from
working, tired of the reality of what his sex life had
become. Hayley's "events" were a thing of the past. Now
it was all about Jack. Whereas he had taken so much joy
in the sexual acts that Hayley had put on while
controlled by Dr. Gilliam, even with his suspicions,
and while he could admit that what Jack had made them
do was fun, it was interesting that their last several
times together, he and Hayley had enjoyed just making
love... holding each other, caressing each other,
kissing lightly and passionately... or just feeling the
other's hands during the afterglow.

"Hayley?" No answer. Her car was in the garage.

She wasn't downstairs, so he headed upstairs. He found
his wife spread-eagled on the bed. Tied. Earmuffs even.
He didn't really want her this way, some other time,
yes. But he didn't want to disappoint her after she
managed to get herself laid out like this. He saw there
was a message on her abdomen. Written in lipstick.
"I've been saving it all day. Eat me."

Steven didn't know what to make of this. She usually
emptied herself shortly after they made love. And he
was no stranger to the taste of his cum, he had licked
it from her breasts many times. But, he couldn't recall
sucking it from her cunt. But if that's what she
wanted. He undressed and got up on the bed and
approached her cunt. She was hot. She must have played
with a vibrator before she tied herself up.

He extended his tongue, lightly tracing her labia. She
didn't move. She was playing it cool. We'll see about
that. He blew against her sex. Nothing. He found her
clit and pressed against it, slowly with more pressure.
Nothing. He used his fingers to spread her lips
slightly, they remained open easily. He began licking
the outside of her cunt in wet, wide strokes, enjoying
the smoothness of her hairless skin. He saw that she
shivered slightly. He then inserted his tongue into her
hole, amazed at the wetness inside. She must have
played with herself a lot to be so lubricated. And as
his tongue withdrew, he not only tasted his cum, but
smelled it.

He liked the smell of it and pressed his nose against
her pussy, then rubbed her clit with it. Then he went
inside with his tongue again, licking her juices, and
his. He didn't realize it would stay so moist or so...
pungent... through a day. She began raising her hips to
meet his face, and he licked again, sucking in his cum.
Well, she was into it now. He backed away from her cunt
to blow against it again, softly. He was amazed to see
some cum dribble from her open hole. He licked it up
with the tip of his tongue, removing it from her flesh
with the lightest pressure possible. He heard her moan.
Just as he thrust his tongue inside her, he became
aware that he was being watched.

It was Jack. He had been in the closet, and he was
holding the camera. Jack said, "See you later." He
heard his laugh, short little "heh's," trail off down
the stairs. Whatever. Oral sex must be the theme for
the website. Steven was still turned on, and he moved
up Hayley's body. His cock slid within her easily and
he began to fuck her. She moved her head slightly, and
he assumed she wanted the gag off. It looked
uncomfortable. He wasn't sure where the cloth had come
from. Slowly grinding within her and resting on an
elbow, he managed to untie the cloth and remove it. He
knew the earmuffs would hurt after a while and removed
those as well. Then the blindfold.

Hayley's eyes adjusted momentarily, then looked
astonished, then horrified. "What?" Steven asked.

"Nothing. Just fuck me."

Steven leaned forward to give her a kiss, and he was
surprised that she kept her eyes wide open, as she
normally closed them during sex. Her mouth parted,
taking in gasps of air as he began thrusting within
her, her jaw quivering with sexual tension, and he
could tell that she was approaching orgasm. But there
was a look about her face that suggested he was a
stranger to her. Or something. It was odd. Maybe it was
because she remained tied to the bed. Finally, her
eyelids snapped shut and she buckled in orgasm. He came
within her, and, exhausted, all but collapsed on her.

Her eyes opened, and the strange look remained on her
face. "Is something wrong?"

She didn't answer. So he kissed her, hoping, if
anything, to close her eyes again. And it was then that
her body began to tremble. Her eyes were open, staring
at him in a way, but she was into the kiss.

She broke away for a moment. "Steven. Untie me, please.
And then eat me again? Please?"

***

Several hours later, Hayley called Steven into the
library, where they kept their computer. "I want to do
something first, before you see the website." She began
taking his clothes off. His cock was limp, having
fucked Hayley twice since arriving home. "I love seeing
it when it's soft." Okay, sure. She reached over, and
turned on the power to the computer monitor.

Steven looked at the screen, which, not surprisingly,
was showing Jack's website. The picture was scrolled
down a bit, and he saw pictures from the afternoon. He
wasn't surprised to see pictures of his blurred face,
licking at his wife's cunt. He was aware that Hayley
kept checking out his cock, which remained soft. His
only thought was that he wished he had kept un-blurred
copies of all the pictures, but he wouldn't tell Hayley
that. He reached over to the mouse and scrolled the
picture upwards.

"CREAM PIE" No big deal; he enjoyed it. There was
smaller text. "These pictures were taken when the
slut's husband returned home from work. He ate her out,
but good. It was strange for me really. Not to watch
and take pictures of them. That was great. The strange
part was that he didn't know that I had just finished
fucking her, and that he was eating my cum out of her
cunt! And, of course, that was the challenge that had
to be kept secret. And he didn't suspect a thing! Come
back in a couple days to see the slut's biggest
challenge yet!"

Steven was dumbfounded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Hayley let a short silence linger, then answered, "I
was gagged.

Remember?"

"Why did you let him fuck you?"

"For the same reamister we've been his little sex puppets.
He surprised me. He told us he wouldn't fuck me,
remember? Well, he changed his mind."

"So, what then? He can fuck you anytime?" Jealousy. He
had never really known the feeling. His neighbor
fucking his wife?

"Look at yourself. Ever since you learned he fucked me,
you're cock has been huge. So maybe you can tell me
what turns you on about it. My guess is that he'll fuck
me until we can figure a way out of this. I was
resigned when the doctor powerd me to have sex. I can
do it again." There was a long silence. "Look, we both
new this was going to happen, if not him, then it would
be somebody else. 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely,'
right?"

"It almost sounds like you enjoyed it."

"What, am I supposed to hate sex? He tied me up and
fucked me. I did my best just to lay there, and I can't
imagine that he had much fun. He was rough the way he
grabbed at me, too."

"Well, you didn't seem to be stone cold when I..."
Steven faltered.

Hayley was quiet, clearly trying to think of what to
say. "Jack fucked me, and it wasn't great. It wasn't
even good. I just wanted him to leave. He came inside
me about three minutes before you showed up. I heard a
faint noise through the ear muffs, and I thought it was
the air-conditioning. I knew you would be home anytime,
but it didn't seem like any time at all before he, that
is, you, started licking me. I started imagining that
it was you doing it, because I hated that he was
licking my sex. Anyway, the fantasy took over, and I
didn't know that it would turn me on."

"Thinking of me licking your cunt? No. You mean
thinking of me licking his cum! I can't believe that."

"Well, believe it. When you kissed me afterwards, I
smelled his cum on your breath. That's why I wanted you
to fuck me. I liked the smell."

"You liked the smell? When I've licked my cum off your
tits, you don't want me to get near your face."

"I know, Steven. It surprised me, too."

"So when you told me to eat you again, what was it to
you? That I was eating my cum, or his again?"

Hayley didn't answer, directly, anyway. "Look at you.
You're leaking pre-cum. What can I do to make it up to
you?"

The doorbell rang early the next morning. Steven had
just left for work. It was Jack. "I was surprised I
didn't hear anything from Steven. He must have enjoyed
it." Jack came inside and removed Hayley's robe,
leaving her naked in the foyer. It was too early for
this.

Hayley didn't say anything.

"So, I figure he liked it. And I decided to leave him
another surprise." Jack pushed her toward the steps.
Jack wasn't much for words that morning, either. Hayley
again tried her "lame" posture, then he told her to get
on top and ride him. She did. She didn't feel guilty
about it. It was more a sadness that she was being used
by so worthless a permister. She at least had respect, of
a sort, for the doctor. But Jack just made her feel
cheap. He came quickly inside her.

"I can guess that you would probably like me to leave.
But not today. I've wondered how many times I could
fuck a woman in a single day."

It became painful in the late afternoon. Hayley knew
how many times Jack had fucked her, because he was
counting. And it was during the eighth that he seemed
to go on forever. He seemed to be having a harder and
harder time getting to orgasm. The second and third
times she admitted to herself that she had enjoyed, and
she was mad at herself after orgasming after both. Jack
knew that she was becoming responsive and reveled
verbally in "fucking his neighbor's slut wife good."

Despite his verbal antics, it felt good, and it was
impossible for her to stay still. And she was at least
rewarded by Jack not being so rough with her. He wasn't
good, but he wasn't bad. But after seven times, her
cunt and her tits were sore. She was tired of kissing a
man that was not her husband, and she was tired on
sucking on his cock between rounds. He finally came
within her, and they both knew that Steven was due home
at any minute. Just like yesterday.

"Well, I guess the number is going to stay at 8. Even
if I had the rest of the evening, I don't think my back
could take any more. I'm not that out of shape, but
man, it hurts."

Hayley couldn't resist a small joke. "Well, stop
fucking around and see a doctor."

Steven looked at her, grinned slightly while holding
her gaze for a few seconds, then said, "Get your
bondage ropes."

Hayley replied, "Not again."

"Oh yes. Again. There's something I like about letting
it be clearly known that I fucked you." He tied her up.
"And, I want you to be available tomorrow at 4:30." He
began to leave.

"Jack, can I ask a favor?" That stopped him.

***

Hayley heard Jack leave through the front door. At
least, she hoped he was gone and wasn't playing a
trick. It was another 20 minutes before Steven arrived
home and found her upstairs. She wasn't blindfolded or
gagged this time, just spread eagled as before.

She said, "Don't worry, he's gone, I'm pretty sure."
Steven looked her over. She knew she was a mess. The
sheets were soaked. She had hoped to take a shower in
the morning. Obviously, that had never happened. She
knew that her cunt lips were red and swollen, that
there was dried cum all around her sex, and that a
little bit of Jack's cum dribred out now and then.
"Eat my cum. J!" was written on her shaved mons. And he
had written with a Sharpie pen in thick block letters.
She didn't know how long it would take to wash it off.

Steven untied her legs, then her hands. He looked
worried. He was about to climb next to her on the bed.
"I'm okay, Steven, but I want you to take your clothes
off, first." He shook his head, not sure if he should.
"Go ahead. I want you to." He did, and climbed next to
her on the bed. He leaned next to her face to give her
a kiss. It was a short one. She was sure he could smell
Jack's sweaty cock on her breath. She could.

She traced his cheek with a finger. "Honey, you know I
love you." She nudged him and pulled him atop her.

"Hayley, I..." She put a finger to his mouth.

"Ssshhhhhhhh," she couldn't explain, but she began
pushing him on his shoulders, down her body.

"Hayley."

"Ssshhhhhhhh," a tear formed in her eye, surprising
her. She put her hands on the sides of his head. Her
vision of this moment was what had gotten her through
the day. "I'm so sorry." She spread her legs wide and
pushed his head in to her sex, then closed her legs
around him.

She felt him pierce her cunt tentatively with his
tongue and begin lapping her juices... mingled...
with... another man's... cum. It wasn't that his tongue
felt that good. She could hardly feel him. Still it was
the thought, the anticipation, and the sight of him,
she screamed out in orgasm. Her body convulsed for the
next five minutes as she held Steven in place. She
finally relaxed her leg muscles, and he withdrew. Cum
was on his face. And her juices, too, she knew. But
mostly cum. She couldn't help but look. "Did you get it
all?"

Steven replied with a relatively muted, "yeah."

She sat up and traced the ridge of his nose, and a
cheek. She placed the cum that gathered on her fingers
at his lips and said, "No. No you didn't." It took
three more passes with her finger, before she turned
over onto her knees. It would be like yesterday, she
decided, as she felt him enter her. One more time.

***

"Just stay here and give me about five minutes. And use
this."

Jack hurried next door. This was his big opportunity.
With his newest client came this business contact, and
it was unexpected in its scope. To run an internet
service provider was simple enough, and, once you had
enough business subscribers and began hosting and
maintaining sites, you could earn a decent living. But
he wasn't in it for that. He liked what he did, sure,
but he had started it with the hope of one day selling
it to a larger company, reaping a cash windfall. ISP's
weren't the hot commodity lately, but Henry appeared to
have the cash and the history to make a good offer.

Hayley answered the door. He was really quite happy
with himself, although he realized that this was
probably the last time he would fuck her. After all, he
really was afraid of disease.

"Go get your blindfold," he said. She returned with it,
along with a very unhappy look on her face. "Cheer up,
this is probably the last time I'll fuck you," he said.

"Promise? Please?"

"No, I won't, come to think of it." He led her through
her kitchen and, after a brief resistance, pushed her
almost forcibly onto her back deck. He turned her
around and started undoing her blouse, then tossed it
near the door. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he
couldn't resist a squeeze of her nipples. They were
surprisingly cool to his touch. He wished his wife's
tits were at least half the size of Hayley's, he
enjoyed having something to grasp.

"Don't do this. Please. You never know when
neighborhood kids will cut through the yard."

He said, "You're right about that," and then he put the
blindfold on.

"But somebody might see me!"

"You're right. Somebody might. In fact, it seems like
I've seen you out here plenty of times. One more time
won't hurt."

He then undid her shorts and pulled them down, followed
by her panties. Both of these were thrown near the
door, as well. Jack took the time to smell her hair,
and gently pass his hands over her breasts, waist, and
hips. "Well, you clean up well. You were a mess
yesterday.." He moved his hand down to her cunt, which,
as expected, was wet. But wet was only halfway with
Hayley. She had responded to him yesterday, but he
didn't want her to be dead as a stone with his client
watching. He had to get her into it, then she would be
fun. He thought for a moment, then he began rubbing her
slit. "Tell me, did he eat my cum?"

A "yes" escaped her lips, almost a whisper, but he
heard it. She probably hadn't meant to say it. He
leaned closer to her ear, "And did it turn you on?" She
shivered in response. "I knew you were a slut. I just
didn't realize how much. And it seems like you chose
the perfect mate. Put your hand on the rail. Good. More
of a bend. That's it."

He reached around her to feel her hanging tits, giving
her nipples short tugs that prompted little noises from
her. "I think I'll fuck you like this today." With
that, he pulled down his shorts and underwear, stepping
out of them. His cock was hard, and although there
wasn't the romance or intimacy he was accustomed to
with his wife, he found that Hayley, for the sheer
sexual ride, was awesome.

This was one lady that liked to be fucked, and she had
proven it yesterday. Sex with his wife would never be
the same again. He felt between her legs and found her
opening, then guided his shaft within her. His cock was
relatively numb from the previous day, not to mention
the jacking off he had done during the night replaying
it in his mind. The result was that he wasn't going to
cum anytime soon. And that was good, especially when
you were being watched.

He gradually increased his rhythm, wishing he had a
better view of her tits which he knew were swinging in
time with his thrusts. And while she was meeting his
thrusts, he decided that this wasn't enough for a show.
"Hayley, that was quite a lot of cum I left in you
yesterday. Did you see Steven lap it up? Did you watch
him suck my jism from your pussy?" He could hear her
pant. "I don't know how much I have left to shoot in
you, but will he lick it out, too? You are some kind of
slut. Just imagine those gooey strands of cum melting
inside you, mixing with your juices, and then your
husband, sticking his tongue in there and slurping them
up, tasting my jism. Who do you think is turned on
more? Him? Or you?"

Hayley's self-control gave away, and he heard her say,
"Just fuck me. Fuck me."

"Oh, you want some more cum in there for him, huh? Say
it louder."

"Fuck me!"

That WAS loud. "What do you want in you?"

"Cum in me! Fuck me hard! I want your cum!"

That, he was sure, was heard next door. This sale
should be over.

He happily pounded against her cunt as hard as he
possibly could, and with her continued, but quieter
demands of being fucked and cumming in her, he reached
orgasm surprisingly quickly, but feeling precious
little shoot into her.

She was still breathing hard, her heart racing as he
turned her so that she faced his house. "There is
somebody watching, by the way. He's on my deck, and
he's checking you out. He is also your next challenge,
but you'll learn more about that later. But for now, I
promised him a glimpse of what he'll be getting."

Jack cupped Hayley's magnificent breasts with his
hands, noting how hot and sweaty they now were, giving
them a squeeze, then pulling on her nipples. Then he
reached around her waist, told her to spread her legs
slightly, and pulled her cunt lips apart, hopefully
exposing her pink flesh to his guest. Although it
spoiled her look somewhat, it pleased him somewhat that
his last message didn't appear to be removed at all.
Perhaps she had bathed around it. He never would have
guessed that a woman would get turned on by her husband
eating someone else's cum from her cunt. Or for that
matter, that a husband would do it. He wouldn't.

Here, hold onto the deck again. He signaled to his
client to go inside, then put his clothes back on and
went back into Hayley's house, carrying her clothes and
locking the door behind him. He made sure that the
garage and front doors were locked, too, before he
left.

Henry, his client, was impressed. They watched from a
window as a naked Hayley scampered from window to
window, seeing if one was unlocked. One wasn't. She sat
in a deck chair and turned her back to them, apparently
waiting for Steven to come home.

"Well, that's her. You've seen the website. I've just
proven she'll do what I tell her to do. Do we have a
deal?"

"Yeah, yeah, we have a deal."

***

Hayley didn't have to say anything. With her standing
on the deck, naked, Steven knew pretty much what had
happened. He unlocked the door and let her in. "I'm
going to go shower," she said.

It just wasn't right when another man was fucking your
wife while you were at work. Steven had to catch
himself. How far had he slipped in his sexual mores? It
wasn't right for another man to fuck his wife, period.
What kind of marriage was this, when you were being
blackmailed? And Hayley was a mix of emotions. She
hated what was happening to her, to them. and he knew
she wanted out from under Jack's thumb. But she was
randy in a way he had never known. Check that. He had.
She was a nympho when they were dating, but cooled
quickly after marriage. But she had been randy, too,
when under the doctor's control. And he had loved every
minute of it.

And now, well, he wasn't loving every minute of it. She
had apologized probably ten times about, what she had
wanted him to do yesterday. He didn't want to think
about it. He didn't even want to think about not
thinking about it. And he couldn't explain his own
feelings. Why did it turn him on that she had fucked
other men? The doctor, and now Jack? He hadn't watched
her being fucked, but the image kept recurring in his
mind and he couldn't deny his arousal. Would he feel
the same if he watched? And he could have said no to
that thing he didn't want to think about. Did he do it
just to please her? Yes. But he knew that wasn't wholly
true.

He left his speculations and went to the computer,
starting it up. He could hear the water run through the
pipes from the upstairs shower. He knew she had just
been fucked. The red splotches, the swollen lips
between her legs. Why hadn't she asked for him to. Stop
it! He logged on to the net, and went to the one web
page that at the same time excited and frightened him.

The new challenge was posted. It wasn't anger that
followed, but resolve.

He called Jack. He was home, of course. He would hardly
have had time to leave... since fucking Hayley! "We
won't do it, Jack."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I mean it. Some of the stuff was kind of fun, I'll
admit. But fucking her, that has got to stop. And this
next challenge, forget it."

"Did your wife tell you that she actually asked me to
write that message on her? Have you noticed that she
hasn't washed it off? And then, today, on your deck, as
I'm FUCKING HER! Do you know what she says? She says
you enjoyed eating my cum. Glad to hear it, guy. But I
don't think you're family and friends will be so
appreciative."

"Forget it, Jack. It's over. We're done." He hung up.
And he turned the computer off.

"All right, let's see." He pushed Steven forward, so
that his face landed between Hayley's thighs. "I want
one more picture, then I'm gone. Steven, take one good
lick at that slut's pussy, and I want you to hold your
tongue out so I can see all the cum you lick up."

Hayley heard Steven sigh, then he moved enough so that
he could do what Jack wanted. He looked her in the
eyes, and she shrugged her shoulders and gave him a
wink. Then he lowered his face to her slit. She
couldn't see how much cum was on his tongue when Jack
took the picture. Then Jack said, in an unbelieving
tone, "swallow it."

Steven lifted slightly, so she could see lots... and he
did.

Jack just shook his head. "Alright. Steven, I'll leave
your clothes on the front porch. Hayley, you tell him
about the next step. I'll put the 'do not disturb' sign
on the door." Then he left.

She hoped he put the right sign out, not the "send in
the maid" sign. It would take over an hour before
Steven found the key, and another 20 minutes before he
could maneuver it out of her cunt. While he worked at
it, she told him about the night, and by the time he
had retrieved the key, they were laughing, of all
things, somehow.

Hayley found her passkey, went to the next room, and
changed. She drove home, got a change of clothes for
Steven, and returned to the hotel. On the way home, she
went to a drive through for a burger. Steven wasn't
hungry.

***

She and Steven checked the website regularly, and Jack
was quick about updating the site. The video was
converted to still shots, showing Henry's gigantic cock
making its way into her.

Steven's head dropped. "You? That?"

"Yeah, I told you he was big."

"It fit?"

Hayley grinned and pointed to the picture of her
sitting on top of Henry, nestled on the base of his
cock.

Steven threw up his hand in exasperation. "I can't
compete with that!"

Hayley saw that he need a little reassurance, and
rubbed his crotch.

"Honey, you don't have to."

***

It was three days later when the phone rang. "Hi, I was
checking my appointments today, and I thought you
should know I'm receiving a new patient."

The voice, and its purpose, were unmistakable. "Thanks,
doc."

"Ah, if things work out, I hope you'll return the
favor, as we discussed."

Hayley assured him that she would. Then she called
Steven to tell him the good news, and the bargain that
had accompanied it.

***

It was late that night when Jack knocked on the door.
"Hi, sorry to bother you. I wanted to give you this. I
don't remember what all is in here, but I know it's
yours. I think you left it at our house."

"Thanks, Jack," said Steven. "We appreciate it. Good
night, now."

Jack left, and Steven opened the box. They were amazed
at the number of diskettes, CD's and videotapes that
Jack had collected. If the doctor was right, then this
was everything. They had to trust that the computer was
wiped clean. They had checked the website earlier. It
was blank.

The doctor had suggested Jack's punishment. For the
next six months, Jack would have a little problem
whenever he saw an attractive female. He would pee in
his pants. But Jack would believe that chiropractic
would help solve the problem. It wouldn't, but the
chiropractor would cure him at a later time, when they
were sure that everything that could be used to
blackmail was either recovered or destroyed. Unless the
doctor had his own designs, then it appeared likely
that it was over. And they were about certain that the
doctor was trustworthy.

It was worth a celebration. They went out to dinner
that night. Evening dress. Suit and tie. And underwear.
The evening ended with a long snuggle on the couch,
with candles and light jazz.

Sandy asked, "How did you know about this trail?" It
wasn't much of a trail, probably made from naturals
going to the water, but it was marked with red pieces
of tape every 100 yards or so.

"Well, the property belongs to my chiropractor. He
asked about my exercising, which helps my back, and he
suggested I hike out here, if I was interested. He and
his wife hope to build on the property someday,
although the commute would be difficult." It was full
of half-truths, but it would do.

"Well, it's beautiful here. How many acres?"

"I don't know. I think a couple of hundred, but it
seems like more than that since it borders the National
Forest. He said there's a small waterfall, too." Sandy
didn't know it, but that was the reamister she was here.
She wanted to make sure she could find the waterfall
later with Steven.

At last they came to it. The waterfall was narrow, with
a drop of about 15', but it landed in a large pool,
perfect for swimming.

It was Sandy's thought, too. "Oooh. If I were here with
my husband, we might go for a skinny dip. Look, there's
no trash around. That means that this is relatively
undiscovered."

It was no surprise to Hayley that Sandy's thoughts were
somewhat randy. They had talked about "the box" on the
trip, and Sandy wanted a reciprocal favor. Hayley had
remembered what had transpired, and she couldn't help
but fire back, "Sure, but do I get to watch too?"
Sandy's face turned red. Hayley didn't really mind,
though. All things considered, lately, Sandy's
voyeurism didn't even register as an issue.

They slipped off their shoes and socks, and waded in.
In felt good after the hike, despite the cold
temperature typical of mountain water. The hike had
been about three miles, starting in the Park, but the
doctor had given good directions on how to navigate to
his property. It certainly wouldn't occur to anyone on
the public trail.

The stones in the pool were smooth, but there were
enough of them packed in that they weren't slippery.
Aside from a few jutting pieces of larger rocks, it was
almost like it was planned. Hayley looked at the rocks
overhead. It would be over to the right from here, he
had said. There. A large piece of rock with a flat
surface, sloped gently towards the pool.

Sandy followed her eyes, and said, "And that looks like
the perfect place to dry off!" There was a break in the
trees that let the sun shine on a good portion of it,
for several hours each day, Hayley guessed. To one side
the hill rose with a high cover, but little underbrush.
To the other, where they had hiked, there were lots of
smaller trees and bushes. It was pretty dense. She knew
that the doctor had invested some time and energy here,
clearing out his view on the one side.

Sandy went ahead of her, climbing to the rock. "This is
awesome! Look there." She pointed. It was the initials
of two people scratched into the rock, with male and
female symbols beside each. "I can guess what they
did." Hayley could, too. Sandy paused. "Do you think it
would be okay if I came back later?"

Hayley knew what she meant, but she couldn't really
say. It wasn't her property, and the doctor's house was
on the other side of the hill. But Sandy didn't know
that. "Sure. I don't think he would have a problem with
it. As a matter of fact, I think I'll come back with
Steven, maybe tomorrow. So maybe you should wait until
the next day, at least."

"Okay, but you know me, I might come and watch. Just
kidding!"

They both laughed. Hayley said, under her breath, "I
don't care."

There was a pause. "Really?" What? She didn't realize
she had spoken out loud. Did it matter? No, not really.
They had known each other long enough. She could trust
her, although trust was becoming harder to place these
days. But, no, it was just the creeps who had used
her.

"What, you want to?" Sandy didn't answer, but just
looked at her, hopeful. "If you really want to, sure.
But, no cameras."

"Awwww."

"Hey, if you want a camera, I'll bring one and take
pictures of you!" Hayley meant it as a joke, but Sandy
looked like she was considering the idea.

By the time they had reached home, Sandy had pried from
Hayley that she and Steven would leave around 11:00 in
the morning.

***

It was about 1:30 when Steven and Hayley reached the
little pool. Hayley didn't waste any time, stripping
her clothes and entering the pool. Steven followed and
met her for a shivering embrace. Although they had been
through some of the wildest experiences, they had never
had an opportunity for this simple one. A skinny dip.
So they splashed, and played, grabbing at each other.
Steven knew that the doctor and his wife were watching,
from somewhere on the hill, and that he and Hayley were
apparently one of a small number of couples that had
been invited here.

And for the kindness that the doctor had shown them, he
didn't worry about being watched. And neither did
Hayley. It was great fun, and he hoped the doctor's
wife got a thrill from it. Steven couldn't imagine what
married life would be like if he were impotent, but he
had to congratulate the doctor for finding ways to keep
his wife's sexual needs met. Let them watch.

They were both beginning to get really cold, and they
decided to climb up to the rock to sun themselves,
taking a heavy bedspread with them. It was the perfect
afternoon and the perfect setting, and he was with the
perfect mate for making love.

Hayley's thoughts turned inward as she climbed the rock
with Steven. She had changed. She had experienced more,
sexually, than she ever could have dreamed. And with
the nightmare over, she was surprised that there was
sadness. Would she ever feel randy again? A
spontaneity? She realized that those were the things
that Steven had desired from her, and that Dr. Gilliam
indirectly fulfilled. Would he still feel that way?

She hoped so. And her problem was the reverse. Her
thoughts had been too focused on reliving the night
with Henry, the night at the doctor's house, and the
elevator scene, of all things. But she saw the danger
in fantasizing about that, but at the same time, she
desired a middle ground. Would Steven eat his cum from
her cunt anymore? Would he today? Would Sandy be
shocked if he did, if she were out there? Could she
ever feel him thrust into her without thinking about
taking a limo ride?

They laid down on the comforter, and she closed her
eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her body.
She was aware of his kisses on her hand, and then her
arm, and then her shoulder. This wasn't so bad. Steven
began pushing all the right buttons, kisses on the
neck, a breath in the ear, a lick. But it wasn't until
he entered her that it all seemed to fit together. Only
Steven knew what she liked, and it was only Steven that
could look into her eyes as he made love to her and
make her heart melt. Steven would always be enough.

They cuddled together, naked in the sun, hands on each
other's bodies, heart rates gradually returning to
normal. Steven whispered into her ear, "Now that we've
made love, I thought you should know."

"What?"

"I brought body paint."

She laughed. Forget the fantasy. Forget the memories.
Well, maybe not. But Steven wasn't just enough, he was
all she needed.

END

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Jean was a wealthy woman who was in to the BDSM scene.
She had paid for services of slaves for years now, even
had one on a full time basic. She was white in her mid
30 and wealthy enough to do anything she wanted.

That day at work she had called the agency and told
them she wanted a black slut for the weekend to use.
They promised one would arrive at 6 tonight. She called
her full time Mexican maid and slave and told her she
had the night off.

She showered when she got home and dressed in her
favorite nightie, a see through short one. She was
going to enjoy using the slut tonight.

At 6 pm, the doorbell ranged as she got up and answered
it. A large black lady in her late 20s was standing
there. She was at least a foot taller than her with a
nice large ass and tits that she could paddle all night
long if she wanted.

Her pussy was just wetting at the thought, as she
demanded her to go to the center of the room and
undressed while she took a seat on the couch. She
started rubbing her pussy as she saw her large breast
pop out when her bra was removed and then the huge ass
when the panties fell down. She was going to fuck that
ass good with her strap-on tonight.

The woman turned around and stood there awaking
instructions while Jean was massaging her pussy harder
in anticipation.

"Slut, get on your knees and crawl over here and lick
my cunt." She yelled. "Time to meet your mistress you
whore."

The large black lady when on her knees and crawled over
as Jean lifted her nightie and pulled her panties to
the side for her face. When she arrived, she wasted no
time grabbing her hair shoving her face deep in her
cunt.

"Lick bitch," she said grinding her cunt rapidly on her
face. She was using her as a toy rubbing her cunt on
her nose as she tried to lap at her pussy. She needed
little time cumming on her face.

"Get your ass on my lap." She commanded her. "Time to
spank some black ass tonight and yours is big enough."

The black lady slowly got over her lap as Jean pulled
her into position and wasted no time slapping her large
ass cheeks. She was begging for mercy in no time but
Jean was going to show her who was boss and kept
slapping.

"I'm going to fuck this ass of yours tonight slut and
you're going to lick my white ass to thank me." She
yelled down at her. "I've got a big black dildo just
right for your big asshole."

She was really enjoying the feeling of dominating the
larger lady when the lady slid off her lap and got up
with tears in her eyes.

"Did I say you could get up? Get your ass back down
here now or I have you on the streets begging for money
as a whore." She yelled at her. "I know plenty of
important people who can screw you good slut."

"No you want," said the black lady and slapped Jean
hard across the face knocking her back on the couch.
The lady then threw a punch to her stomach, which took
the breath out of her.

"You bitch," Jean screamed and tried to reach up to
grab her when the woman hit her jaw with another punch
sending her flat on the couch and then turned around
and fell on her ass in the mid section of her stomach.
She couldn't breathe for the pain as she felt her ribs
were broken.

"No more," she screamed moaning from the floor in pain.
"Please, I won't tell anybody. Just go."

"No way," said the woman. "It's payback time for your
white ass. She grabbed her by the hair dragging her off
the couch like a young screaming. Her size was too
great to escape as she found herself be put over the
woman lap as she struggled to get free.

"Time to put some color in your white ass slut and my
name is mistress to you." The woman commented.

She started slapping Jean ass in earnest as she
squirmed and screamed at the top of her lungs. She had
never been in this position. She had always dished it
out and didn't care if they could take it or not. Her
ass was on fire as she pleaded and begged. Her cunt,
which was soaking wet earlier, was starting to get wet
again even though the pain was horrible. She found
herself starting to get horny as hell and quit
struggling on the woman lap. She found herself doing
something very strange to her. She started pleading to
be the woman slut toy.

The black lady quit spanking her ass and starting
laughing at her. "What have we here a rich white bitch
that wants to be a black lady slut?"

"Yes, mistress," Jean cried below her. She couldn't
fight the urge between her legs. Her pussy was now
soaking wet at the thought.

Her new mistress pushed her off her lap on the floor
causing her to scream as her ass hit the carpet.

"Get your white face in my cunt slut and you better
lick good or I'll beat that white ass of yours all
night long." She yelled at her.

Jean had never licked pussy before but got on her knees
and put her face in the woman large hairy bush. She
started licking slowly as the woman grabbed both of her
ears pulling her face deep in her cunt cutting off most
of her air supply. Her ears hurt from the pulling as
she started licking harder and the wetness between her
legs was growing. Damn, the offense was turning her
on more than her domination of sluts she knew in the
past. She licked faster as she finally tasted the cum
of her mistress rolling down her chin.

The black lady pushed her away and got up and bent over
with her large ass inches from Jean face as she stared
at the ass she lusted for earlier.

"I got another hole for you to lick you white trash."
She laughed. "Get you tongue in there."

Jean crawled forward and started licking her cheeks and
then working in between to her large hairy asshole.
Licking around it, she started working her tongue
inside slowly at first till it loosened and then in
rapid motion as a dildo. The lady was moaning shoving
her ass back and forth on her face. She could see her
put her hand to her pussy rubbing it as Jean continued
to tongue fuck her ass. Finally she bucked on Jean face
and came.

"Go to your room slut and get that big black dildo you
promise me." She commanded. "I have just the place to
put it in.

She smiled down at Jean face covered with cum.

Jean got up and went to the table drawer pulling out
the dildo and brought it back.

"Where does this cock go slut?" The black lady asked.

"Up my white ass mistress. I've been a bad girl." Jean
whispered.

"Bend over slut." The woman above commanded.

Jean turned around and bent over and spread her ass for
her mistress who wasted no time shoving the fake cock
up her ass. She felt like her ass was being ripped in
half as she had done to many sluts in the past herself.
It was everything she could do to remain standing
holding her ass apart and trying not to cry out.

"There now slut. You're a stuff pig now for me to use.
Get on all fours and crawl around. I want to hear you
oink as you crawl." The woman commanded laughing at her
discomfort.

A hard slap on her upper thighs and Jean fell to the
floor on all fours and started crawling, oinking as she
crawled.

"Louder slut." The woman called out.

"Oink! Oink!" Jean kept crawling oinking in offense
with her ass wiggling with the dildo deeply buried
inside. Juices from her pussy were falling on the floor
in her excited state. Her mistress gave her a kick in
the ass to help her move faster.

"Much better, now remember to wiggle that fat white ass
of yours more." The woman instructed.

Jean kept crawling and oinking for her mistress while
trying to shuffle her ass more and more to the side.
Her mistress finally got in front of her and told her
to lick her large feet as she fell down and started
lapping on them as a dog in heat.

"I'm going to really enjoy putting a dog leash on your
neck bitch," she yelled down at Jean tonguing her feet.
"I'm going to use that white ass and face of yours till
you beg to serve any black mistress. Now get up on your
feet bitch and suck on my beautiful tits."

Jean got up from her position on the floor as the woman
grabbed her hair and powerd her mouth on her large tit.
She tried to get most of it in her mouth and started
sucking on it as she felt her reach down and grabbed
her cunt hair pulling on them. She started sucking
harder as the woman thinking she was going to pull them
out if she didn't do a better job. The quip on her
hairs kept her pinned to her as she inhaled more of the
tit in her mouth working her tongue on it inside.

"That's better slut." The woman commanded. "Now the
other one."

Jean ass was moving sideways as her cunt hurt from the
pulling. She couldn't get loose of the quip and started
working the other tit like the last as she could hear
her moaning in pleasure at her discomfort.

"Much better slut," she said releasing Jean hair from
her head and pussy as Jean put her hand down between
her thighs to see if it was still there. Rubbing her
cunt she thought her hairs must have grown 2 inches
during the assault.

The lady wasn't near done with her yet as she grabbed
her pussy in hand.

"Get on the floor on your belly slut and spread those
white legs of yours wide." She was commanded.

Jean fell to the floor and spread her legs wide. Her
pussy was still sore but her ass hurt more from the
stretch it was being put in. The lady put her foot on
the dildo in her ass and push down causing Jean to
yell.

"From now on you're my slut and toy. Do you understand
slut." She pushed down again on the dildo.

"Yes, yes, mistress. I'm your slut. I'll be your toy.
Please don't push." Jean yelled up.

"I think I'm going to live here for a while with you
slut." She was instructed. Do you have any objections?
You get to lick my ass and serve me all the time.
Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Yes mistress." Jean moaned, as the pain in her ass was
getting intolerable.

"I'll do anything mistress. My ass is yours. Please
mistress, no more, please."

"Worm around on the floor for me slut." The woman
commanded. "I want those tits of yours to feel that
carpet. Do you understand? Keep those legs wide."

Jean started scooting forth on the carpet. Her tits was
feeling like pins were going through them but she dared
not disobey or this woman would probably stomp on her
ass. She had been cruel to her slaves but never like
this. She kept crawling and begging as her tits were
starting to feel like they were being sandpapered.

"Had enough, slut?" The woman teased her tapping her
ass with her foot. "Are you going to be a good slut
from now on?"

"Yes mistress, please." Jean yelled loud. "I'll be a
good slut."

"Crawl to the corner and put your face in it." The
woman told her. "Keep your ass bent over while I watch
TV. I'll tend to you later."

Jean got up and ran to the corner and bent forward with
her face in it. Her ass was sticking straight out still
plugged and her tits were red from the carpet burn. She
could hear the TV playing but dared not looked back.
She hoped the lady would go to relax early. She
remained for about 30 minutes till the lady called.

"Get your ass over here slut. I need a footrest. Your
ass will do for a while." She heard her yell.

Jean ran over and got down on the carpet with head on
floor and ass high. She felt the lady lay her foot on
the upper part of her ass.

"Don't move slut or I'll shove that dildo so deep in
your ass; you'll never get it out." The woman
instructed her.

Jean remained motionless with the extra weight shifting
on her butt. She remained that way for a good hour.

"I have to pee, slut. Take me to the bathroom." She
demanded.

Jean got up and led the lady to the up stairs bedroom.
She started to sit on the john when she saw a funnel
item attached over the bathtub.

"What's that for slut? The woman asked.

Jean started crying but replied. "I use it to pee in my
slaves mouth." She was hoping she didn't see it.

"And how do you do that slut." The woman smiled at her.

"I make them get in the tub and put the funnel in their
mouth and then squat on them and pee," she cried.

The lady got up. Assume position slut. Time you take
piss.

Jean still crying stepped into the tub as she had made
her house girl and all her previous victims do in the
past. She knew the routine as she got on her back in
the tub and put the large funnel in her mouth. The top
of the funnel was about 4 inches with the bottom was 2.

It filled her mouth and left it open for whatever was
put in. She watched her mistress get up and come over.
Straddling her head backwards, she slowly lowered
herself down on the funnel while adjusting her position
so that her pussy was centered on it. Jean could see
her asshole twitching only inches from her face and
awaited her fate.

Her wait was not long, as she felt her mistress piss
flowing in her mouth and she tried to swallow as fast
as she could to keep from obligation. It was like trying
to down a full take in one large swallow. It tasted
salted but she didn't care as she was swallowing as
fast as she could. Finally it ended when she thought
she was going to fetish.

The mistress got up and out of the tub looking back at
Jean tearful face.

"Time to wash off slut," she said and turned the cold
water on as it splashed on her face down below and all
over her breasts. Seeing her soaking wet and shaking,
she turned it back off.

"Clean your funnel and mouth slut and shave that hairy
pussy of yours. There better be no hair down there when
you come downstairs or I'll pull it out one by one."
She warned her. She walked out the room leaving Jean
lying in the tub soaking wet with the taste in her
mouth.

Jean got up totally humiliated but sexually excited.
She had never been this horny before. She had always
dished it out and never thought how it must have felt.
She didn't enjoyed that last event but the wetness
between her legs told her she would never go back now.
The dildo was starting to relax in her asshole now and
she pushed it deeper in and grabbed some scissors and
razor and began the task of removing her pussy hairs.

She thought she would come with every touch of it.
Finally she inspected it and removed the hairs
remaining and when downstairs. This lady had made her
nothing but a bitch like she had done to others and she
was drooling for more punishment.

Her mistress was seated in a chair when she came down
and immediately demanded she come over and sat on her
lap as a young. She adjusted her so her ass was over
the edge and she grabbed the dildo in her ass and
demanded that she tell her all her past deeds and
others who had help her.

She was delighted when Jean told on her lady who
would come over and enjoy her slaves more than her. She
told on them all as her mistress worked the dildo in
and out her ass not caring if it got them in trouble or
not. Her mistress had enough information to put them
all in jail if she wanted but right now Jean had to
come and she was rocking back and forth on the plug.

"Get your ass up slut." She commanded Jean. "You will
call your house girl and tell her what had happened and
that she now works for me. She is to go over to your
lady's house and pick her up and bring her to me. She
can do what she wants with her as long as she is here
by 7.

As for that bitch lady of yours, she's going to get
her white ass kicked by a real woman. I plan to make
her my slut too. Call her up and tell her she is to be
naked at the door awaiting Amber when she arrives. Tell
her if she dares disobeys, the films you been taken
will be all over the news tomorrow."

Jean knew she was in trouble and pleaded for her
mistress not to include the others with no avail. She
had told on them all and didn't even get to come.
Crying she went to the phone and made the calls. Amber
was in joy at the thought of course and even made her
tell her that she wanted to lick her asshole over the
phone. Her lady on the other hand yelled at first and
then started crying over the phone. There was no escape
now; as she pleaded, Jean hung the phone up.

Jean competed the evening bathing her new mistress and
preparing her meal. Her mistress took great delight in
making her lick her food from her pussy and ass.
Finally 7 pm came and the dreaded knock on the door.
Her mistress demanded she answer it still totally nude
with butt plugged.

When she opened the door, she saw her lady totally
nude in front of her. Her hands were tied behind her
back and her tits were roped together with stripes
across them. A cloth pin was attached to her pussy
clit. Her maid Amber, a lot smaller than her lady in
height, was standing behind her with her hand doing
something in back of her lady ass.

She was smiling and her lady was moaning. Amber was
grinning when she saw Jean and Jean could sense the
fear of revenge in her eyes. She moved aside as they
entered and noticed that lady favorite dildo was
inserted in her own asshole and Amber was pushing it in
and out. Her ass was totally striped in back also.

"Come in." Her mistress called from inside the living
room. "Slave Jean go clean the dishes while I talk to
Amber for awhile."

Jean went into the kitchen and started washing the
dishes grateful that she didn't have to be in the
living room at the moment. When they were completed,
she cleaned off and walked back in. Her lady was over
her mistress lap and her ass and thighs were totally
red. She was pleading and promising to be a good slave
and slut. Amber was at her side pulling on the clamps
on her tits as she yelled. Seeing her walk in, Amber
stopped and grinned at Jean as she walked across the
room.

Amber slapped her hard on the face.

"On your knees slut. Kiss my feet." Amber commanded
her.

Jean got on her belly and started kissing Amber feet
which she loved to use a belt on. Amber was laughing at
her and started putting one toe and then two in her
mouth at a time as she sucked on them.

"You must not be enjoying the taste of my foot slut,"
she said and walked behind her. She put her big toe in
Jean ass and pushed the dildo down hard in it.

"You want to do a better job this time slut." Amber
yelled.

"Yes mistress," Jean yelled as she removed her foot and
crawled around and started sucking harder.

"Much better slut," said Amber.

She finally removed her foot from her mouth.

"Since you like my ass so much, crawl around and lick
it slut." Amber commanded her. "I remember all the days
I wasn't able to sit after you was through with it and
it's payback time, bitch."

Jean crawled behind and started tonguing her asshole.
She knew she better do a good job because her ass was
going to be blistered in a litter while and maybe she
could save some of it. She could hear her mistress
telling her lady to dance in front of her and knew
the clamps must be pinching her tits while she was
doing it. She kept focus on Amber ass at present and
continued licking.

"Better get use to the taste, slut," Amber called down.
"Donna has made me her permisteral trainer for both of you
sluts and I planned to spank those big asses of ya till
you can't sit for days."

Jean started pushing her tongue deeper inside as she
felt her own cunt wetting at the thought. She was no
longer proud and arrogant. All she wanted to be now was
a slut toy. Amber was laughing at something and moved
to the side to show Jean her lady.

Donna had grabbed her lady by her clit with a good
grip on it while she was dancing and her lady was
yelling that she was a slut, whore, and all other names
as she kept wiggling her ass while she danced for her
mistress. Amber sat on a chair and demanded Jean crawl
over and lick her pussy as she watched the action from
across the room.

Donna released her grip on her lady pussy and told
her to turn around and continue dancing. She grabbed
the dildo in her ass and was shoving it in and out
while she wiggled it. Her lady was sweating and
tiring fast. Her asshole would never be the same again
as she tried desperately to maintain the dance while
pleading for mercy. Finally, Donna stopped.

"I have to pee slut. You know the routine I am told."
Donna told her. "You better be there and ready when I
get there."

Jean lady started running towards the bathroom
upstairs while holding the dildo in her ass. Donna and
Amber was laughing at her as Amber climax on Jean face
down below.

Get on your back on the floor and put that worthless
ass of yours up in the air. I got a score to settle
with it." Amber demanded.

Jean turned over and got on her back and lifted her
legs over her mistress knees so her ass was a perfect
target for her new trainer. Amber grabbed her ankles to
secure her position.

"I always hated looking at your fat ass but I guess
it's not that bad after all," she said and raising her
hand brought it down hard on Jean ass as she yelled.
"Plenty more to go slut."

Amber was slapping her ass hard and fast as Jean was
wailing down below and could do nothing about it. The
dildo popped out of her ass due too the hard slaps as
she wiggled her ass helplessly. She was crying like a
baby when Amber finally stopped. She knew she better
not sit for awhile after that. Amber let go her legs as
she flopped down on her butt and jumped from the pain
of the carpet.

"Get your dildo with your mouth slut and bring it to me
so I can shove it up your worthless ass." Amber
commanded her.

Jean crawled over and picked up the dildo with her
mouth and brought it back over. Amber made her open her
mouth as she toyed with her shoving it in and out
before she made her turn around and spread her ass
cheeks. Her asshole was sore and she pleaded with her
to be gentle. Instead she pushed it in while 2 shoves
causing her to yell out in pain.

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House Sitting

I suppose I'd always felt a little bit strange about my
relationship with Barbara, but ever since I met her eight
months ago, I was strangely drawn to her despite the
differences in our ages. Granted it wasn't an enormous
difference but for a young guy like me, fairly fresh out
of graduate school to be dating a 35-year old woman did
feel rather odd. We didn't look out of place in public.
In fact, she was rather young looking for her age, with
short blond hair and a fabulous figure.

It was I rather who looked out of place, short and skinny
with a fair complexion. More than a few women at college
had turned me down for dates because I looked like a kid.
Barbara didn't seem to care. In fact, she took pains to
point out to me that it was my wit and intellect that
initially drew us together. Perhaps she was young for her
age and I was old, but we hit it off at our first meeting
and within a few dates we were relaxing together.

More problematic for me was the presence of a teenager in
Barbara's house. In fact, at 17, Jessica was in many ways
older than Barbara. She was many things Barbara was not,
outgoing with an easy laugh, but often moody and
rebellious. Jessica was a party girl. She liked to take
and smoke and she spent lots of time out with her
boyfriend. She also took particular delight in teasing me
about my relationship with her lady.

"Jessie" as her lady called her had a wicked smile,
sharp eyes and occasionally when she'd had a few beers, a
nasty sense of humor. Still, she was never malicious
towards me and I had decided I liked her. It was her
boyfriend that I was somewhat wary of and in retrospect,
if I had retained my wariness of Mike, my life would be
much simpler today.

Mike was older, 20, and a big kid. He was six feet tall,
a former high school athlete and he carried himself with
the cockiness common among young men his age. With sandy
blond hair and sharp angular features, Jessica adored him
and her life revolved around him. He would stop by
Barbara's house at any time and he enjoyed the attention
lavished on him by the young girl and to a lesser extent,
her lady.

He watched with a slight smile as Jessica and I teased
and poked fun at each other. My relationship with him was
friendly enough, but I always got the distinct impression
that he was reluctant to engage me in conversation, that
he was less than willing to have an open conversation. We
were rarely around each other when Jessie wasn't present,
and when she was there, she dominated every conversation.

I had no reamister to suspect that my relationship with my
girlfriend and her extended family would shift in any
dramatic form or fashion, but it did about six months
ago. It was when Barbara called to tell me that she and
Jessie were planning a shopping trip to New York.
"Great," I laughed. "When do we leave?"

"No," she replied, the hope was that I'd be willing to
house sit while the two of them were away. It seemed like
a simple enough request and the opportunity to get out of
my cramped apartment for a week seemed appealing. Besides
she pointed out, you'll be able to use the pool.

At any point, I always seemed to get a kind of visceral
thrill out of being in someone else's home while they
weren't there. I agreed and we made plans for me to come
over and pick up the keys the following Monday. I had the
week off from work, so visions of kicking back on the
couch and watching movies for a week seemed like the
closest I'd come to a vacation in a while.

The house was not large but it was comfortable and well
decorated. I enjoyed the pool every day between about one
and four in the afternoon, then would spent the evening
with rented movies and a beer or two. I was surprised on
the following Wednesday when the phone rang and it was
Mike on the other end. Surely I thought to myself he knew
Jessie and her mom were out of town this week.

He made some small chitchat then got around to the reamister
he'd called. He wanted to come over the following
afternoon and use the pool. I agreed feeling that turning
away Jessie's boyfriend was not really an option and
besides, it might present an opportunity for us to get to
know each other better.

He showed up the next day around noon with a six-pack of
beer and a towel slung over his shoulder. We walked out
back to the pool and he set his belongings on a chaise.
We engaged in small talk, joking about Jessie and Barbara
unleashed on the department stores of New York. He
reached down, cracked open a beer and began to pull off
his shirt.

"They're cold," he said. "Grab one if you want."

Sitting by the pool shirtless, his physique gave me a
twinge of jealousy. He was tall and to describe him as
muscular would have been inadequate. He was ripped, the
taut lines of his chest and stomach sharply defined. He
laid back and stretched out in the sun.

For a while, we talked about the things we had in common,
Jessie and Barbara, sports, anything we could find to
talk about. At times the conversation seemed strained but
we were both making an effort so I stayed by the pool and
continued to talk.

He cupped his hand over his eyes to shield them from the
sun and squinted at me. "I was thinking about taking a
swim," he said. "You don't mind if I ditch these shorts,
do ya?"

At first I didn't comprehend. "Sure, go ahead," I said.
But as he stood up, I started to wonder. Does he mean
skinny-dipping, I thought? Holy cuckolds brownie, I think that's what
he means.

Mike stood up and began to unbutton his cutoff shorts.
The pool at Barbara's house was built into a hillside and
bounded on two sides by fences and tall bushes, so it
wasn't that anyone would see Mike, but still I felt
uncomfortable with what I thought was about to unfold. In
one swift motion he slid his shorts and underwear down to
his ankles and stepped out of them. To say that I was
shocked was an understatement.

To have this naked man, a boy really, standing in front
of me contributed to my unease, but what truly struck me
was the size of his penis.

It was long, thick and sprung from a mass of curly brown
hair. The bulbous head dangled halfway down his thigh and
as he walked, it swayed gently in the sunshine. I tried
to prevent my stare from being drawn to it but I was
mesmerized. Now, I was not na‹ve. During my life, I'd
been in plenty of locker rooms and seen plenty of men of
all shapes and sizes, but for some reamister, I don't think
I'd ever seen anything quite like Mike's cock.

He walked slowly over to the pool and dipped a foot in
the water. "Shit," he gasped. "I think I've gonna have a
few more beers and let the water warm up before I get
in." He walked back over to the chaise and I quickly
shifted by stare to the ground. Mike laid down on his
back, splayed a towel over his face to shade himself from
the sun and stretched out to sun himself.

Safe in the knowledge that he couldn't see me, my gaze
shifted back to his crotch. He reached down, scratched
his thigh, then cupped a hand under his cock and laid it
back across his rippled stomach. The skin on the
underside was smooth and a light brown color. Convinced I
was not being observed, I sat brazenly and stared. I
couldn't take my eyes away.

For what seemed like hours, he simply laid there, his
stomach gently rising and lowering with each breath. I
was strangely curious about his body. How did it feel to
the touch? What did his penis look like when erect?

After some minutes, he pulled the towel away from his
face and stood up to get another beer. He twisted off the
top to the bottle and took a long take. Again, I stood
and watched, his muscular body glistening with sweat. He
stopped and looked at me with a strange smile.

"Want another?"

"No, I'm good."

Walking back to sit on the chaise directly across from
me, Mike splayed his legs at wide angle and leaned back.

"Got anything you want to ask me?"

Puzzled, I looked directly at him. "No," I said. "Why?"

He looked away from me, smiled softly to himself and took
another long pull from his beer bottle. There were a few
moments of embarrassing silence before he looked back at
me squinting and grinning.

"I saw you looking."

"Looking?"

"At me. At my cock."

I frowned, feigning shock. Turning away, my mind reeled
with potential answers. Should I tell him he's crazy?
Should I make a joke and dismiss the remark? Saying
nothing, I turned to look at Mike. His stare was locked
on me, watching for how I'd react.

"I...I..." I stammered and finally gave up. "I don't know
what to say."

"It's okay," Mike said. "I'm not offended. It's not the
first time I've caught a guy looking at me. My friend's
kid me all the time about carrying around a snake in my
pants. I've gotten used to it."

"Well, its certainly impressive," I laughed.

"Yeah, it can be kind of embarrassing when I'm talkin' to
a good looking girl," he joked. "It starts twitchin' and
it gets kinda obvious."

I laughed. "God forbid you should get hard," I snorted
"you probably wouldn't be able to walk."

"Oh man, you should see me," he laughed. Suddenly, Mike
leaned over and took my hand. "C'mon, I'll show you."

I suddenly stopped laughing. The situation has shifted.
Now, were no longer two guys cutting up. He took my hand
and gently placed it on his cock. Instinctively, we both
began moving my hand up and down his shaft.

After a moment or two, Mike pulled his hand away, leaned
back and closed his eyes. I continued to gently stroke
him. I could feel the veins in his penis start to pulse
as he slowly began to stiffen. Looking up at him, I could
see Mike's eyes close and his head began to tilt back.

"Mmmmm..." he murmured.

With a few more strokes, his cock began to thicken and
protrude from his belly. I stared intently at my hand
wrapped around the quickly stiffening extension of Mike's
flesh. A few minutes later it was fully erect, with small
drops of moisture beginning to emerge from the slit.

I glanced at Mike and saw his eyes begin to open and he
shifted forward on the chaise. He reached forward with
his right hand and curled it around the back of my head.
With a firm pressure, he guided my head towards his
crotch. Clearly, Mike was not making an urgent request or
in anyway pleading for me to blow him. He was taking
charge of the sequence of events and directing me to suck
his cock. When it came to getting off, Mike preferred to
use actions rather than words.

Slowly, my face drew closer to the head of his penis. I
took a few seconds to take in the sight of his throbbing,
reddening organ. Slowly, the pressure on the back of my
head began to increase.

"C'mon bitch, suck me," he moaned. It felt odd to be
referred to by Mike as a female. He'd apparently had a
history of dominating his sex partners and I would be no
different.

I extended my tongue and began to run it around the head
of his penis. I found the smoothness of the skin
strangely exciting and as the clear pre-come began to
ooze from the slit, I lapped it up. To my surprise, its
salty bitterness was palatable and it raised my curiosity
about what it would taste like to have Mike come in my
mouth.

From the head, I slid my tongue down the shaft of his
penis. Instinctively, I gathered saliva in my mouth and
began to softly wet the length of his cock. Using my
hand, I tilted it back against his stomach and ran my
lips and tongue along the underside. From the base, I
stuck out my tongue and slurped from the bottom to the
head. It generated an immediate reaction.

"Oh God yeah," he whispered. "Take it, baby, take it all
the way down. Oh, you fuckin' slut. I wanta bury my cock
down your throat."

I opened my mouth wide and began to envelop his cock with
my lips. This was a new sexual experience for me and I
was sure whether I could actually deep throat him, but I
was positively pulsing with arousal and determine to
press the limits. I tried to relax and loosen the muscles
in my mouth and throat. As I softly deepened his cock's
penetration into my mouth, I started to gag. Quickly, I
pulled back. Mike was determined to see me make another
try.

"Come on, bitch," he said. "I've only had one girl who
could take it all and I know from looking at you that you
can be number two. Eat it all. A little slut like you's
bound to have deep throated lots of guys."

I looked up smiling. "You're my first cock, baby."

"Oh yeah, I got your cherry, didn't I?"

"Uh-huh."

Well, I'm going to teach you, baby. I'm going to train
you how to do it right," he said, his voice getting deep
and husky.

I opened my mouth and slipped it back over the head of
Mike's cock. With my mouth watering, I pushed down
gently, taking inch by inch of throbbing manhood into my
throat. As I slowly worked his penis deeper and deeper
into me, Mike continued talking, urging me on, degrading
me with dirty names, completely dominating me sexually.
In moments, I had taken the entire length of his shaft
into my mouth, his thick tuft of curly, brown pubic hair
brushing against my lips and nose.

"Shit, baby. This is the best blow job I've ever had."

With Mike's cock still firmly buried in my mouth, I
looked up to see his reaction. His head was thrown back
in ecstasy, his beautifully muscled stomach and chest
heaving with pleasure. But Mike wasn't done.

"Pull off. I want to fuck you," he gasped hoarsely. "I
want to fuck your pretty face."

I withdrew his cock from my mouth and laid back on the
chaise. Grabbing his penis with one hand and the back of
the chaise with the other, Mike slid his leg over the
opposite side of the chair and straddled my chest.

"Open up," he said. "And get ready 'cuz I'm gonna shoot
my load all over you."

I reached up and slid my hands from the back of his
thighs to his tightly muscled ass. I could feel his ass
harden as he moved forward to thrust his still glistening
erection into my mouth.

I opened my mouth and felt the head of his cock push in.
I was no longer gently pleasuring him, this was now Mike
powering himself into me. With hard thrusts he pushed his
penis back and forth in and out of my mouth. To Mike, my
face was just another cunt. I tried my best to use my
tongue to pleasure the underside of his saliva-slickened
member, but I was no longer in control.

I wanted to pull off him and say something, I wanted to
talk dirty to him like he had spoken to me. I wanted to
say something that would add to his pleasure, that would
push him over the edge, but I was no longer in control. I
had hoped that he would say something before he came,
give me some warning that I was about to taste a man's
semen for the first time. But whatever I was feeling has
no importance to him. He was completed focused on his own
pleasure, his own orgasm.

The thrusts became harder and rougher. Suddenly, I began
to feel the muscles in his ass tighten and his cock began
to throb. In seconds, he pulled out of my mouth and began
to masturbate only inches away from my face.

"Open your mouth," he ordered. "Stick out your tongue."

I did as he said just as the first spurts of semen began
to pulse out of his slit. His initial ejaculation was
nowhere near my mouth. Instead, it shot out in streaks
across my face, landing drops of come in my hair, across
my right eye and the bridge of my nose. Then, heavier
spurts began landing on my tongue and chin.

His output dwarfed any orgasm I'd ever seen or
experienced before. Continuous spurts of thick, yellowish
cream oozed out of his cock and into my mouth. When I
closed my mouth to swallow the bitter, salty jism, he
continued shooting semen on my cheeks and lips. I opened
my mouth with and enveloped his cock once more, pulling
off only to smear the sticky goo across my face.

I looked up to see him smiling down at me.

"Eat it, bitch," he laughed. "Eat my come. Suck down
every drop to you can't take any more."

As soon as he was drained, he swung his leg back over the
chaise and stepped back from me, rubbing his face.
"Fucking incredible" he muttered and walked over to the
edge of the pool, softly edging himself into the water.

I laid there on the chaise, my brain shifting between
stunned amazement and sexual excitement. In the jumble of
all that had just happened, the issue of my own sexual
release had not been broached by either of us, either
physically or verbally. I sat up, still incredibly turned
on, my own member fully erect, still crying out to be
touched either by myself or anyone.

I realized how I must look. Shaking, his fluids still
covering my face and chest. I walked inside the house to
the bathroom and began cleaning up. I felt ashamed,
degraded and yet exhilarated. I looked at myself in the
mirror. I was a mess and yet, I couldn't help but start
laughing at myself. I also reached down and began
pleasuring myself as well.

I wasn't sure if I'd be able to look Mike in the eye when
I left the room, but I knew deep within myself that the
sequence of events that afternoon had changed me. It
wasn't as though I suddenly felt a shift in my desires,
but more that I uncovered in myself a capacity for
pleasure that I never knew existed. I had watched this
man and wanted him, but was afraid to admit that to
myself. He had recognized my desire and powerd me to do
what I wanted to do, but had never given myself
permission to explore.

I masturbated for 15 or 20 minutes without bringing
myself to orgasm. I stopped and thought about my next
step. The one thing I knew is that I wanted to go back
out to the pool and see him again.

To my disappointment he had dressed and was ready to
leave. He smiled when he saw me.

"I gotta take off," he said "but I think I'm gonna come
back and swim some more tomorrow."

"Y... Yeah, sure... I'll be here," I said, feeling a
little sheepish and unsure.


***

For the next two days, the routine was the same. Mike
would arrive around noon, we would say hello, but not
show other signs of affection towards each other. Then
after some small talk, he would head out to the pool and
take off his clothes. Within five minutes or so, I'd be
on my knees in front of him, hungrily pleasuring his cock
with my tongue.

The only perceptible change in the sequence of events was
the language he used in talking to me during our
encounters. His talk became rougher, more condescending,
he made more of an effort to humiliate and dominate me. I
became increasingly pliable to him, letting him take the
lead, complying with his demands, smiling as he made fun
of my total presentation to his sexual pleasure.

He became excited at the idea of messier and messier
orgasms. When he would ejaculate, it was not enough to
come in my mouth but he wanted to cover me in his seed.
The more he attempted to dominate me, the more aroused I
became. He called me "his bitch" and "the little slut"
and his "cock whore".

I fully expected him to return the next day and in the
late morning hours I began to anticipate his arrival,
listening for his car to pull in the driveway.

He didn't disappoint but this time when Mike pulled up, I
heard other voices as well. They were male voices,
laughing, joking and cutting up. I started for the door
but Mike arrived first, walking in without bothering to
knock.

"Oh, hi," he said. "I figured you'd be here."

Behind him, three other boys, about the same age as Mike
began snickering. I felt a shot of adrenaline course
through my stomach. I assumed Mike had been bragging to
his friends about our encounters of the past four days.
What I didn't know was whether they had come with him to
watch another such episode or do take a more active role.

I saw that he had in his hand three videotapes from the
local rental store. "I don't think we're gonna swim
today," he said. "We're gonna go down in the rec-room and
watch some movies." Slowly a smile crept over his face as
he walked over and put an arm around my neck. "Why don't
you join us?"

As we walked downstairs to the basement recreation room,
I noticed the other three boys each had six packs of
beer. Mike introduced them as his friends Chuck, Sean and
Gary. From a physical standpoint, they were clones of
Mike and he pointed out they were all friends of his from
his high school football days. In the basement, Barbara
kept a large television and VCR and Mike wasted little
time in firing up the tape player and sliding in the
first videotape.

Rather than a movie, it was instead a tape featuring
naked and scantily clad women in a variety of situations,
dancing in a strip club, cavorting in a locker room,
hiking in the woods, all with little or no clothing. In
one scene, a particularly luscious blonde snuck into a
locker room, only to find members of the local football
team walking in. Instead of running for her life, she
suggestively took off her clothes and began fellating the
players.

Amid whoops and hollers from Mike and his friends, I
looked over to see Mike gently stroking his slowly
stiffening cock through his jeans. He looked and me and
smiled.

"Man, that's always been one of my fantasies," he
laughed, then looking at me and grinning he said loud
enough for his friends to hear, "Why don't you come over
here and help make my fantasy more real?"

I was frozen as the realization of what he was asking me
to do sunk in.

"What... what do you... what are you talking about?"

One of the boys turned down the volume on the TV and they
all shifted to watch the verbal dance between Mike and
myself.

"You know what I mean," he said in a stern voice. "Now
get over here and give it up."

I hesitated only a few seconds but it seemed like an
eternity. Then, I slowly got up from my chair and walked
over to stand in front of Mike. The eyes of the others
were locked on me, watching to see what I would do. I
knelt down.

I started to reach for the belt on his jeans to undo them
when he stopped me.

"Uh-uh," he said. "You need to ask my permission first."

There were snickers from the boys in the room, but my
eyes never left Mike. If this was how he wanted to play
it, I would play along.

"Please," I said.

"Please what?"

"Please let me suck your cock," I replied, turning my
gaze downward to his crotch.

"You're gonna have to do better than that."

"Please," I said, my eyes closing and my face reddening
with offense. "Please, baby, I want to put your cock
in my mouth. I want to wet your hard cock with my tongue
and I want to deep throat it. I want you to bathe me in
your come."

"What about my friends?" Mike teased. "They're gonna get
all hot and bothered when they see what you're gonna do
for me."

"I want to suck them, too," I said. "I want them all to
use my mouth for a cunt and I want them to shoot their
load all over me. I want them to cover me with their
seed. I want a come bath. I want to be your slut." I
looked Mike in the eyes.

"There's nothing you can't order me to do. Any way you
want to come, I'll make happen. Any kind of sex you want,
I'll do. I'll fuck as many men as you tell me to. This is
my first gangbang and I want it."

My admission was greeted with cheers and clapping from
the boys in the room. The air was charged with sexual
tension.

Mike's first order was to fellate him. Slowly, teasingly,
I undid the front of his jeans and slid his giant, semi
erect penis into my mouth. I slowly worked up and down
his cock until it became rock hard, the room was filled
with the sounds of his moans and with the degrading
comments of the other boys. When Mike's cock began to
ooze small bits of come, I pulled my tongue away,
creating small strings of saliva and semen from the tip
of his cock to the tip of my tongue. The boys were both
repulsed and attracted.

"Can the bitch take two at once?" Sean asked, and I
looked around to see both he and Chuck had their pants
open and were stroking their erect members.

I turned around to see them take positions on either side
of me. They stepped incrementally closer until the tips
of their cocks were nearly touching. I opened my mouth
wide and swirled my tongue around their shafts,
alternating between the two.

"I hope you're thirsty, baby," Sean moaned, "because I'm
gonna give you a load."

"Y'know, if this ain't enough," Mike laughed. "I can get
on the phone and get some more guys over here."

"No," Chuck added, "I think this slut's gonna be busy for
a while."

The boys all began stripping off their clothes and I had
to admit to myself it was a visual treat. All muscular,
tanned, with rippling chests, washboard stomachs and
perhaps best of all, tight round asses that flexed as
they thrust their hard cocks into my mouth. As I fellated
them I ran my hands over their bottoms and it sent a
visceral chill through my body.

I had pulled off my shirt and at one point as I was down
on all fours I could feel someone behind me unbuckling my
shorts and pulling them and my underwear off in one swift
motion. I had been deep-throating Gary's long, thick rod
when suddenly I felt something cold and oily began
dripping all over my backside.

I looked back to see Mike smearing baby oil all over my
ass and deep into my crack. I started to protest.

"Wait, let me finish with G..."

"Shut up and keep sucking," he shot back. "You said you'd
do anything and I'm gonna make you keep your word. I
ain't leaving here 'till I've fucked something."

It served me right that the first to enter my virgin ass
would be the one boy with the biggest cock in the room.
As he entered me, simultaneous waves of pain and pleasure
shot through me. Mike began to thrust powerfully.

After a few minutes of double penetration, I asked Mike
if I could change positions. He slowly pulled out and sat
back on the couch. I stood up and approached him. Facing
him, I stepped up on the couch and straddled his crotch.
Slowly, I lowered myself down on his oil-slickened cock.
My own erect member slowly slid down the front of his
magnificently muscled stomach. We sat facing each other
as I rotated my ass on top of his penis.

"Oh yes," he moaned, "Slide up and down on my pole."

As I looked down as him, eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth
open, I decided to take a chance. I lowered my face to
his and placed my lips on his open mouth in a deep soul
kiss. Reflexively, he sucked my tongue into his mouth and
returned my kiss as I rocked back and forth on his
crotch. A howl went up around the room.

But Mike didn't care. When it came to his own pleasure,
his own orgasm, he made no apologies, took no cuckolds brownie from
anyone and took what he wanted from whatever happened to
be the object of his desires. At the moment, it happened
to be me.

That fleeting moment of tenderness was suddenly replaced
by a desire to take control. Locking his arms around me,
Mike slowly stood up and bent over, laying on my back
without pulling out of my ass. He began thrusting in and
out with a fierce determination.

"C'mon," he said to his buddies, "its time to give this
slut the come bath she wants."

Quickly, the boys began gathering around, pulling on
their cocks as they watched Mike pound my reddening ass.
The sight from my perspective quickened my pulse. Mike
between my legs pushing into me and three gorgeous
muscular studs circled around my head ready to coat me
with their seed.

Chuck was the first to reach orgasm. "Open your mouth,
bitch" he hissed "I'm gonna cover you in come."

His jism splashed across my hair, face and chin, then
dribred in big, stringy drops down onto my cheeks.
Moments later, Sean and Gary followed suit, heaving great
musky smelling spurts onto my lips and nose. As their
cocks continued to ooze, they would lower them to drip
the last remaining globs of semen directly onto my tongue
or into my mouth. I was covered with sperm and I could
feel it running down the sides of my cheeks onto my neck
and I felt my hair being matted with globs of semen. But
the best was yet to come.

Mike pulled out from between my legs and moved up to
straddle my midsection. He was a picture of erotic male
beauty as he knelt there stroking his erection, muscular
torso, the lines tightly defined on his chest, his arms
large and sinewy and that ass. I couldn't see it but I
could feel its and its hardness made me lose control.
With the other boy's come coating me, I looked up at him.

"Do it, stud," I pleaded, "shoot it all over me. Don't
make me beg for your come."

"Do you want to taste it?" he taunted.

"God, I love the taste of your semen!" I cried. "It turns
me on, God help me but the taste of your come turns me
on!"

I looked down to see his cock pointed straight at me. He
threw his head back and uttered a low, guttural moan that
told me I was about to get the reward I had learned to
prize so deeply over the past five days.

The first ejaculation sprayed across my lips, nose and
eyes, then came buckets and buckets of thick, creamy
sperm. I licked my lips with my tongue and scooped as
much as I could into my mouth. The only comparimister I
could make was to the porn films I had seen as a
teenager, but even they could not compare. Mike's
beautiful cock continued to shoot stream after stream
into my mouth and onto my face and chest. The come bath I
had fantasized about was becoming a sticky, gooey
reality.

As he dribred his last drops on to me, he took his still
erect penis and rubbed it on my face, smearing the jism
all over me. It was the best of both worlds, the bitter,
salty taste of his sperm coating the hard, pulsing
firmness of his cock. I bathed in it, worshipping his
organ, lapping it with my tongue and inhaling his scent.
I gloried in the fact that these four beautiful boys were
watching me, but especially Mike. I wanted to make a
sloppy spectacle of his orgasm and I did that by using
his penis to spread his glorious seed all over my face.

Mike's friends were both fascinated and repulsed by what
they were witnessing. When Mike exhausted himself, he and
the three boys retreated up the stairs to the pool to
rinse the remains of the gangbang from their bodies,
leaving me lying on the rec room floor, spent, panting
and covered with the juices of all four friends. I was
unable to move. Still shaking, I sat up, desperately
using my fingers to spoon the last few collected pools of
semen into my still hungry mouth.

I got up and started to make my way upstairs to the
bathroom when I heard the voices of the boys in the
kitchen.

"So, where did you find this bitch?" Gary asked Mike.

"Friend of Jessie's mom," Mike laughed.

"And you get head any time you ask for it?"

"I don't even have to ask. I just walk into the room and
this guy hits his knees. It's great."

"Unbelievable. Only you could find a guy like that. Mike,
you can make some serious cash off this guy."

"We'll see. I'm keeping him pretty busy just me alone
right now."

Mike told the gathering to go on without him. He planned
to stay at the house for the night. Then he said
something that sent chills down my spine.

"This bitch's night is just beginning."

I walked upstairs just as the other boys were pulling out
of the driveway. Mike looked at me and laughed.

"Jeez, you look like a mess," he said. "Take a shower and
get cleaned up. You and me got a date tonight."

"Where are we going?"

"Never mind. We better grab something to eat, too. You're
not going to be getting too much solid food tonight." He
chuckled to himself and walked into the other room.


***

I showered and dressed quickly, walking back downstairs
to see Mike splayed out on the sofa, watching a
basketball game.

"You still haven't told me where we're going tonight," I
said.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough" he said
dismissing my curiosity. "Gimme your keys, I'm driving."
Reluctantly, I reached over to the kitchen counter,
grabbed my keys and tossed them to him.

"Awright, let's go."

"Now?" I asked. "Kinda early isn't it."

"We've got some work to do," he replied. "Just get in the
car."

We drove for about 20 minutes to a stretch of road lined
with strip malls, seedy bars and convenience stores.
Whatever he had in mind, locating it in this part of town
didn't help to ease my nerves. I took comfort in the fact
that I was accompanied by a strapping young guy who could
kick the ass of most people. I just hoped that Mike felt
some responsibility for my safety since he was the reamister
I was here in the first place.

We turned a corner and pulled into the parking lot of a
five-story chain hotel not far from the airport. I was a
little curious as to why we were stopping here. If it was
sex Mike had in mind, we had a lot more freedom and a lot
more privacy at Barbara's house. Why would Mike be
interested in some romp in an anonymous hotel room?

We parked and went up to a room on the 5th floor. As we
walked, he tried to laid some of the groundwork for what
would happen later that evening. I would be introduced to
a friend of his, he said. Mike's friend would help me get
ready for the party. Everything would be alright. This
was a party with some very cool people. Had he ever met
the people at the party before? Yes, a couple of times
and he assured me they would be a lot of fun.

I had butterflies in my stomach as Mike knocked on the
hotel room door. We were greeted by a tall, thin
flamboyantly gay man who dressed in Capri pants and a
sleeveless blouse. The man greeted Mike with an easy
familiarity.

"Michael!" he shouted. "I was wondering when you'd come
back to party again?"

Mike ushered me in and quickly closed the door. The hotel
room had an open door connecting to an adjacent room but
I could see who or what it contained. Mike introduced me
to his friend who went by the name of Jasmine. Then, he
began to explain what was happening.

"Jasmine, this is my friend and he's going to be my date
at the party tonight," he began. "And I want him dressed
to impress."

"Has your friend ever been to one of our parties before?"
Jasmine asked.

"No." Mike turned to me and said in a voice that sounded
more like an order than anything "what you're going to do
is to dress up as a woman. I've asked Jasmine to do
everything she can to make you look as good as possible.
She'll help you and she'll tell you what to do, how to
act and how to talk. If we do this right, I think we're
both in for a night like you've never seen before." He
grinned and look sheepishly down at the floor.

"Are you ready to do this for me?"

I'll do whatever you want."

"Just call down to the bar and tell me when you're
ready," he said. "I'll come back up here and pick you
up."

With that he quickly left the room and Jasmine and I were
left together. She ushered me over to a mirror and
pointed me around to look at myself.

"You're thin, you've got high cheekbones and feminine-
looking features. Girl, I'm gonna make you into a
knockout. Every man in the room is gonna want you."

"I've never done this before," I said exhaling nervously.

"Just do what I tell you," Jasmine laughed.

For the next three hours I sat in a chair as Jasmine
plucked, tweezed and shaved me. She combed my hair back
and covered my scalp with a tight nylon cap. She applied
make-up to my face with the deft expertise of years of
experience, all the time gently instructing, teaching and
probing me about what type of permistera I planned to adopt.

"You need to figure out a good name for yourself," she
said. "One that makes you feel good, makes you feel
pretty and makes you feel sexy."

"Gee, I haven't really thought about it," I said. "I've
always thought Gina was a sexy name for a girl. Or
Jennifer, that's a cool name. No... I know the name I
want to use. It's Jamie. I knew a Jamie once in college
and she was really young and beautiful and sexy. She got
lots of attention from the guys and even though I was a
little jealous of her, I always wanted to have sex with
her."

Jasmine agreed and with that I suddenly became Jamie,
Mike's date for the evening. When my makeup was complete,
she guided me into the other room where the walls were
lined with racks of women's clothing. Now came the
decision about what to wear.

"I've always thought women's evening gowns were really
sexy," I said. "Something really classy and kind of
clingy."

"And it can hide a multitude of problems," Jasmine
laughed.

We looked through the racks to find something
appropriate. A beaded white evening dress with a high
collar, exposed shoulders and a low cut back. Jasmine
outfitted me with the appropriately padded undergarments
to give my hips a bit of a curve, then she inserted two
water-filled breasts, complete with artificial nipples
into the front of the gown. I stepped into it and she
zipped me up. It was tight around the hips, tummy and
chest, but I felt snug and secure. The skirt was slit up
the side and cut loosely enough that I could walk
comfortably. She then dove into her closet and found a
giant pair of white heels and I put them on my feet. I
felt statuesque but a little unsteady on my feet.

"Walk around a little and get used to the balance," she
suggested "you'll be walking with a swing in your hips in
no time."

We walked back into the other room and faced the most
important dilemma of the evening: hair. She had dozens of
wigs in all shapes and styles. My choice would have to
complement my dress and my face. I tried several shades
and styles, brown, black, blonde. Then, I tried on a wig
with straight hair shaped in a forward cut that framed my
face. It was a deep, sexy shade of red and we both
immediately knew we'd found our choice. After a bit of
combing and shaping, I was ready to step back and look in
the full-length mirror.

I stepped out of the chair and stood up to look at myself
as others would see me. The effect was breathtaking. I
clingy white dress curving around my ass and up across my
torso. The sheer fabric hugged my body and the soft, full
breasts protruded from my chest, the nipples sticking out
wantonly.

It was both arousing and it looked good, there were no
telltale bulges from my crotch. Everything was neatly
tucked away and I began to wonder if I could actually
pass for a woman. I turned to Jasmine with a look that
fairly begged for approval. I felt like a teenage girl
getting ready for her first prom date.

"Mmmm..." Jasmine murmured. "You're the hottest looking
woman I've ever seen! I can't wait until Mike gets a look
at you."

She phoned down to the bar and asked the bartender to
tell Mike to come up to the room. When he arrived, even
he was taken aback by what he saw.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Let's not go the party. I may just
keep you keep you here and fuck you all by myself."

"No, no," Jasmine scolded. "We've been working up here
for three hours. You're gonna take 'Jamie' here
downstairs and show her off."

I took a deep breath and exhaled as Mike opened the door
and escorted me out into the hallway. I wasn't sure how I
would react when the first stranger looked at me. If it
was a man and he cringed or turned away, I figured I
would bolt for the room. But as we approached the
elevator, two couples stood waiting. They looked at Mike
and myself and smiled. No curious stares, no snide
remarks. If they suspected I was a man, they were too
polite to say anything.

"That's a beautiful dress," one of the women said,
breaking the silence.

I consciously raised the pitch and timbre of my voice and
whispered, "Thank you."

"If I had your figure, I'd love to wear something like
that," she said, smiling. "But if there's one thing I
don't have, it's your figure."

We smiled and entered the elevator.

"If you had her figure," her husband joked, "we'd be
headed back to the room." Everyone in the elevator
snickered, Mike included. He looked at me and smiled. I
had passed my first test.

The elevator doors parted and we walked into a lobby
crowded with people. "Are all these people here for the
party?" I asked. Mike said some were and some weren't.

As we walked down the hallway to the ballroom, I saw the
sign that gave me my first clue as to the nature of
tonight's celebration.

It said, "Welcome to the Satyrs Social Club
Extravaganza."

"Is this some kind of a swing club?" I asked.

Mike just looked at me and smiled. "Its okay," he said,
"just watch and enjoy yourself. We're just gonna go with
the flow and do whatever we feel like doing."

We walked up to the registration table where a man sat
behind a large banquet table.

"Names?"

"My name is Mike and this is Jamie." Mike started to pull
out his wallet but the man looked me up and down
leeringly and stopped him.

"No, that's okay," he said. "Since you brought her with
you I think we'll let you two in for free. We'd like her
to come back."

Mike chuckled as we walked in. "That dress just saved me
$150 bucks."

The room was dark with flashing lights and pulsing dance
music. Mike and I headed for the bar and got takes. It
was early but already the atmosphere in the room was
sexually charged. People were checking each other out,
cruising the room for prospective partners for later in
the evening. Every so often, a man would look at me and
smile suggestively. A few crude bastards even flicked
their tongues out at me.

We stopped and chatted a few times with other couples,
mostly making small talk, compliments and a few times
promising to circle back with each other later in the
evening. After a few glasses of wine, I was beginning to
feel buzzed. Mike and I slow danced a couple of times,
then walked over to a corner and sat on a big, soft
couch.

In the flashing lights and haze I could see other couples
in make out sessions. Some women had their shirts open,
their breasts exposed. On the dance floor, two women had
stripped down to their bras and panties and were dancing
suggestively with each other. Mike leaned over to my ear
and whispered.

"Why don't we get this party jump started?"

I looked at him with curiosity.

"I want you to kneel down in front of me and suck my
dick."

I was shocked. Sex with Mike by the pool with no one
watching or even sex with Mike and his friends was one
thing, but what he wanted now was public sex. Sex that an
entire room full of hundreds of people could see. He had
degraded me in private. Now, he wanted to do it with an
audience. Slowly, I lifted myself off the couch and
lowered myself to my knees between his legs. Mike began
smiling.

As I had done any number of times over the previous week,
I began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. This
time as I did it, a crowd of people began to gather and
watch. Mike loved it.

I slowly made love to his penis with my mouth and tongue.
I could feel his erection growing in my mouth. I could
hear the observers shouting to their friends over the
music.

"Look at the size of that guy."

"Yeah, looks like his girlfriend knows exactly what to do
with it, though."

"Jeez, I wish my girlfriend could suck cock like that."

I pushed Mike's organ deeper and deeper into my throat
until I had completely deep-throated him. From behind me
I could hear whoops and cheers and then suddenly,
applause. It was a live sex show and Mike and I were the
stars.

I continued fellating him for about 15 minutes when he
leaned forward and whispered to me. "I'm not gonna come
just yet" he said "I want to watch you blow somebody else
before you finish blowing me."

Mike stood up and started buckling his pants. The small
crowd applauded and began to disperse. One muscular young
man in his 20's walked up to Mike and said "you and I
need to talk." Another woman who appeared to be in her
early 40's approached me. "Men always like to watch blow
jobs," she said, "especially if they're from a woman who
looks like you. You're gonna have guys following you
around this room all night."

Mike told me to wait and walked off into the crowd.
Moments later I could see him making his way towards me
with a tall, black man in tow.

He was intimidating to look at, but the man broke into a
wide grin when Mike introduced him to me.

"This is Miles," Mike said. "I told him you wanted to
party with him."

"What an exquisite creature," Miles purred. "Young lady
you are absolutely lovely." Miles was charming but
something of a lounge lizard. He was big, though. By my
estimate he must have been 6'5" or 6'6" and weighed more
than 250 pounds. He dressed in a stylish pair of slacks
and an expensive short-sleeved shirt, Armani or Feraud by
my guess. He had muscular arms and a thick chest. I could
imagine him lifting weights or working out in some
fashion. He extended his arm to escort me over to the
couch. He was rock solid to my touch.

We chatted for a few minutes then Miles drew closer.
"Mike tells me you're an expert in the art of giving oral
pleasure," he said. "I'm an expert in the art of
receiving it."

I smiled.

"My dear," he said. "I think the two of us are about to
engage in an episode so erotic, this crowd is going to be
knocked on its collective ass."

"How intriguing," I said. "I'm ready when you are."

He motioned for another man to come over and Miles
whispered in his ear.

"Jamie, darling," Miles said "as much as I would like to
make this couch the stage for our encounter. There is a
venue that is much more suitable to your beauty and your
s*******s."

He took me by the hand and led me over to the dance floor
where people began parting to accommodate our entrance.
When we reached the center of the floor, I saw and odd
contraption that appeared to be a combination weight
bench and examining table in an ob/gyn's office. In the
center there was a gently slanting incline board that was
heavily padded.

Miles directed me to seat myself on the board and place
my feet on a pair of footrests near the bottom. As I
adjusted my dress to make myself more comfortable, Miles
disappeared into the crowd and I began to notice people
had stopped dancing and were watching me.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a voice boomed over the
loudspeaker. "Let me direct your attention to the dance
floor where a young lady who is making her first
appearance at our little gathering is about to give us
the show of her life."

Miles appeared a short time later in a bathrobe and music
with a magictic, techno beat began to spill from the
sound system.

We smiled at each other as he proceeded to remove his
robe in front of the entire gathering. What I saw fairly
knocked me out of the chair. Miles appeared to be the
owner of the largest male penis I, or to my guess anyone
else in that room, had ever seen. You could choose your
adjective: enormous, prodigious, pendulous. It was a
thickly veined club swinging distended from his crotch. I
could hear women in the crowd gasping at the sight.

He walked over to me and whispered words of reassurance
but I couldn't really tell you what they were. My head
was spinning with the prospect of giving head to this
monstrous cock. It was so thick I wasn't sure if I could
fit my hand around it, let alone fit it into my mouth.
This would be a challenge.

Miles lifted one leg and straddled the bench, his crotch
facing me directly at eye level. I looked up at him to
see him smiling with a mixture of pride in his own
physical gifts and disdain for this woman who was about
to so publicly make love to his penis. I had seen that
look before in Mike's eyes. This was a man who wanted to
be pleasured in the most servile way.

I reached up and took his member in both hands and moved
it towards my face. I opened my mouth and began swirling
my tongue around the enormous head. I could feel his cock
pulsing in my hand. I ran my tongue along the underside
down to his balls and began to nuzzle them with my nose
and tongue.

Slowly, I stuck out my tongue and drew a long, wet line
of saliva up the underside of his cock to the head. I
opened my mouth wide and plunged the head into my mouth.
My mouth was watering, a mixture of saliva and Miles'
juices began to drip down the sides of my chin and onto
my beautiful dress. Carefully, I pulled off of his rod,
extending my tongue so that soft strings of semen
stretched from my lips to the slit of his penis. Shouts
began to come from the crowd.

"Yeah, baby."

"Suck it, bitch."

"Girl, that man is gonna come all over you."

The voice came over the loudspeaker again. "She's proved
she can take it, ladies and gentlemen, but the question
is whether she can take it all? Can little Jamie swallow
every inch of this big, hard cock?"

The cheer from the crowd went up immediately. "Yeah!"
they cried. "Take it all, take it all, take it all."

I looked up at Miles. "I want to lean my head back and
have you fuck my mouth from above," I said. "If we do
that I should be able to deep throat you."

He laughed, "You're a confident little bitch aren't you?"

Miles reached up and lowered the incline bench until it
was nearly flat. I was able to drop my head off the edge
of the bench and tilt back. Miles walked around to the
other side of the bench.

"Take it slow," I said. "I don't want to fetish to death
on your cock."

I cleared my mind and began to mentally shut out
everything around me and concentrate on Miles' cock.
Slowly, he entered my mouth and began to push inch by
inch into my waiting throat. I focus on relaxing my
throat muscles and accepting this giant baton of warm,
pulsing flesh into my body. In slow, incremental thrusts,
he moved into me deeper and deeper. I became aware of the
catcalls of the audience.

After what seemed like hours but was only minutes, Miles
stopped. His balls were flush with the bridge of my nose
and I suddenly realized that I had taken the entire
length of his hot, steaming shaft. I discovered that he
was even able to move his hips back and forth in a
gentle, fucking motion without any discomfort on my part.
He began to gently fuck my mouth, to the utter amazement
of the crowd.

Slowly, Miles withdrew to thunderous applause. He walked
back over to the other side of the bench and straddled my
chest again. Pulling the bench back up to its 45-degree
angle, I resumed the slavish tonguing of his cock. I ran
my hands over his magnificent ass and began to feel his
muscles tighten. I knew it wouldn't be long now.

I pulled back to look at his beautiful cock. Wet with
saliva, it glistened in the lights and I began to
anticipate his orgasm. I ran my tongue under the head and
along the shaft. With a little more, I could push him
over the edge.

When Miles finally experienced orgasm, it was like
nothing I'd ever seen before. A deluge of semen began
spurting from his cock onto my face and hair. Miles came
like other guys pissed. A solid stream of thick, white
jism coating my nose, cheeks and chin. I put my hands up
in mock protest but he wasn't close to finishing. He
reached down and took my hand, spilling a thick load into
my palm. Sensing what he wanted, I hungrily lapped it up.

Miles pulled me up off the bench and powerd me onto the
floor on all fours. To my amazement, he paused in mid
orgasm, then resumed, spilling his seed all over the
exposed flesh of my backless dress. He finished off with
a few final spurts in my hair. I then rolled over and lay
on my back on the floor. Miles stood above me, squeezing
the last precious drops of his semen into my waiting
mouth.

I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the most erotic moment
of my life. Covered with Miles' seed, I fairly shook with
joy and excitement. I had taken on the biggest cock
anyone had ever seen. I was the best. No one could suck
cock like me and I reveled in my power.

Just then, I began to feel another warm sticky load
oozing down onto my body. I looked up to see a crowd of
men around me, their cocks all hard and extended. I had
not seen my last male orgasm of the night, not by a long
shot.

"Come on boys," I giggled, "give me your best shot. If I
walk out of here without a part of my body covered in
sperm, it won't be my fault!"

I sat up and stuck out my tongue to give them a target.
One by one, the men stepped in front of me and shot their
loads. Strings of dripping semen began to fall from my
cheeks and chin. Some fell short and coated my chest and
arms. From the back, I could feel men shooting their
loads on my back and into my hair. It was the most
extraordinary come bath anyone had ever seen.

After about 10 minutes, I struggled to stand up, my
entire face and body a thick, sperm-covered mess. I
looked around for Mike to see him standing in a corner
laughing at me.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice on the loudspeaker
said, "that has to be the most amazing performance one
woman has ever put on for us." Loud applause broke out.
"Let's have a big hand for Jamie, the Cock-Sucking Sperm
Queen!"

As I walked through the crowd over to Mike, people parted
to make way for me. No one wanted to touch me or brush
against me. The women turned their heads and the men made
lewd remarks.

"Did you get a chance to get off too?" I asked Mike.

"No, I figured I'll have plenty of chances."

"Did you enjoy the little show I put on for you tonight?"

"Yeah, that's why I guess you won't mind putting out for
somebody here tonight so they'll give you a ride home?"

"What?"

Mike smiled maliciously. "You heard me, slut. I'm taking
the car, you find your own way home."

I started to panic as he turned to walk away. "Mike,
wait... I only did this for you! I thought this was what
you wanted."

"I did. But that doesn't mean you don't need to be
punished for what you did," he said laughing as he
disappeared out the door into the darkness of the parking
lot.

I stood there in the middle of the hotel lobby, wearing
fake breasts and a woman's evening dress, having spent
the last hour pleasuring literally dozens of men, my
entire body covered with musky-smelling semen, and now
facing the prospect of making my way home on my own.

I walked into the ladies room and began cleaning myself
up as best I could. An older woman in her mid-40's walked
in smiling, watching me as I wiped layer upon layer of
men's spunk from my face and body. Slowly she laid a
business card on the counter next to me. "You're good,"
she said, "really good. You know how to please a man and
you obviously have no sense of dignity. A woman whose
willing to degrade herself in front of a room full of men
can make a lot of money. I can help make you rich."

I looked at her, "What do you mean?"

"Have you ever heard the Japanese word Bukkake?"

"No."

"It's an ancient ritual very close to what you did in
there tonight. In ancient Japan, when a woman dishonored
her husband or her village, she was taken to a public
place, stripped, powerd to kneel down and all the men in
the village would masturbate on her. Dozens of men,
sometimes hundreds. Sometimes they'd shoot their loads
into a bowl and power her to take it. Meanwhile,
everyone in the village would watch and make catcalls. It
was something very close to the little performance you
put on in there tonight."

I looked on in stunned silence. Slowly I was beginning to
make the connection.

"Some women like you get off on it," she said. "My
business is to provide women for modern day rituals like
that. You'd be surprised what some men would pay to watch
a woman like you get covered in sperm by dozens of men.
Business clubs, swing clubs, the local high school or
college football team. I know women like you are willing
to eat a lot of come, and I can make a lot of money off
that. Interested?"

"I...I don't know...I."

"Think about it. I can put together a party with about a
dozen guys this weekend. Not jerks either, cute guys with
big cocks and lots of money to spend. Send me a picture
and I'll circulate it. I know a lot of guys who'd love to
come all over you."

The woman came closer.

"Admit it. You'd love that wouldn't you. I bet you're
getting wet just thinking about it, aren't you?

"I don't know...yes, I guess."

"Yeah, I'll bet you like it. You like how come tastes and
feels, don't you. You love it when a big strong man
shoots a big load in your mouth."

"Uh-huh," I was breathing heavier and heavier. The woman
was touching a place deep in my psyche and she knew it.
She turned to walk away, but paused to look at me from
the door.

"C'mon, baby, call me," she taunted. "If you want to be a
whore, I can make it happen. I'll have men lining up to
fuck a little come slut like you."

When I finished I re-applied my makeup and lipstick and
started out the ladies room door, through the lobby.
Dozens of people were milling there, and each stared at
me as I walked through the front door to the street.

I waited and watched for a moment. Two young men in their
20's were making their way out of hotel bar to the
parking lot. Mustering my courage and as much sway as I
could in my walk, I strutted over to them.

"Hey boys," I purred, "you looking for a party?'

"Sorry honey," one of them said, "but I just spent most
of my money in the bar."

Not letting up, I stepped closer. "That's okay," I said.
"I'm just looking for two big, strong men willing to give
a girl a ride home in exchange for the best blow job
they've ever had."

"The best, huh?"

I stepped closer and began stroking one of the men's
rapidly thickening cocks through the front of his jeans.

"Baby, I'll bet you I've sucked a couple dozen cocks over
the past five days and I ain't had a complaint yet."

"You've had a busy week," he laughed. "What's your
secret?"

"I bet your girlfriend won't let you come on her face,
will she?"

"You got that right."

"Well, baby," I whispered, mustering up all the sexy,
feminine charm I could, "you can come wherever you want
with me. You can shoot it in my mouth, you can come on my
face, you can shoot your load in my hair, anywhere you
want. The one thing I know is that I can get you off
better than any girl you've ever met."

"Why don't you get in the car?"

One of the men slid in beside the wheel, while the other
got into the back seat with me. As we pulled out of the
parking lot, he opened the front of his pants and
unzipped his fly. With the other hand, he pushed my head
down to his crotch. Amazingly, I was getting turned on
and felt myself anxious to taste sperm again...

END

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Humiliation


CHAPTER ONE

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

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

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

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

Finally, one day, during one of my husband's many trips
out of town, I went in. Well, it was fantastic! I was
invited to chat by an older man and we acted out my
fantasy on line. I described myself to him. I am
twenty-three, five foot seven, 118, natural blonde,
32B, and I am considered quite attractive. He was
forty-eight, five foot ten, 225, and he insisted that
he had a thick nine inch cock. He even sent me a
picture of it. Of course, I don't know if it was
actually his picture. It didn't really matter. It was
very impressive though.

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

I was hooked! From then on, whenever my husband was
away, I was on the Internet. I was in that chat-room,
or a similar one. I told strange men my fantasies, in
great detail, and acted out their fantasies as well. I
couldn't get enough. I explored some of the other kinky
channels, including the **** channel. I found a lot of
excitement there too. But I always went back to looking
for a man to tell me what to do, to use me and use
me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't know what I was expecting, he was very
unattractive, very overweight, in his mid to late
forties, and he didn't look all that clean. I cannot
explain why I didn't come to my senses and tell him it
was all a mistake. It was like I was in a trance. I
suppose that I had slipped so much into that character
I had been fantasizing about since puberty that I had
given up my free will.

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

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

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

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

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

I jumped as I felt his large clammy hands touch my
skin. He started at my thigh in the back. His hand
moved up over my ass, pausing there for a few moments.
Eventually it moved around to my front and up to my
tits, exploring every inch of me, thoroughly, roughly.
After several minutes of pawing my tits his hand moved
down to my pussy and he left it there as he turned back
to the screen.

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

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

My initial impression of the driver had been pretty
close. I guess he bathed more or less regularly, but I
imagine that it had been a long hot night. I could
smell the sweat from his crotch.

The driver sat back down and, as instructed, I knelt
between his legs and began to kiss his cock. It was
very distasteful, but so highly erotic. I could not
believe I was actually living out my fantasy! I was
sucking some strange man's cock, or about to. I was
naked in front of him. I was totally under the power of
a man, two men, actually.

I did everything I was told, licking his cock and his
balls. Taking his balls into my mouth and massaging
them with my tongue. Lifting his legs and licking his
ass. I was on the verge of an orgasm just from obeying
these nasty orders. Doing things I would never do for
my husband.

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

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

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

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

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

I even had several orgasms as I posed!

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER TWO

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

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

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

SHIT!!

Maybe he just wanted souvenirs. But I doubted it. I
knew this was going to end up costing me. I just didn't
know if it would be sex or money, or both!

I went to the kitchen and made coffee.

I sat in a stupor until it was ready, and then I sat at
the kitchen table, sipping my coffee, with this
horrible feeling in my stomach, wondering what I had
gotten myself into. I was terrified. Had I screwed up
my life totally? What about my husband? Would I be able
to keep it from him? Despite what happened last night,
I loved him dearly. He was not very sexually
adventurous, however. I knew that just a hint of what I
had done would be the end of our life together.

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

The rest of the day passed slowly, I was in a total
daze. I kept waiting for him to show up at my door. I
knew it is only a matter of time.

I did the laundry, I did the dishes, I did all the
little chores, but there was only one thing on my mind.
What price would I have to pay for a night of perverted
pleasure, for one night of exploring a fantasy? It
seemed so unfair!

Finally, just after seven that evening, I heard a car
in the driveway. I looked out. It wasn't a cab. I
watched the driver's door opened and I saw the cab
driver from last night get out.

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

He came to the door and I opened it, not even waiting
for him to ring the bell. He pushed his way in, turned
around and looked at me with an evil leer on his face.
I knew there was no chance of sympathy from this man.

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

I looked down. I couldn't meet his gaze. "You have the
pictures." I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.

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

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

I just nodded. I still couldn't meet his eyes, and I
still didn't know what he wanted. Was it me, my money,
or both?

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

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

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

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

I didn't fight him. I just let him do what he wanted.
That wasn't enough for him though. He squeezed my
breast, hard, very hard.

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

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

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

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

As I undressed he began to talk.

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

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

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

As I unfastened my bra he continued.

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

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

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

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

He moved his hands over me, touching, pinching, and
feeling. He was watching my eyes to savor my reaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He threw the dress to me.

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

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

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

I stood up. I looked at the dress and said, timidly,
"This dress, I need to wear a slip with it."

He looked at me and he didn't even have to say
anything. I realized that taking me out half naked was
the plan.

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

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

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

I put my arms into the dress and buttoned it. It had a
row of buttons that went all of the way up the front.
He ordered me to fix my hair and face as he went to
find a pair of shoes he liked.

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

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

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

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

"You nasty cunt," he said accusingly. "You love this,
don't you?"

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

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

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

I grabbed my purse and hurried after him, or at least I
hurried as much as I could in these damned shoes. Three
inch heels may not sound like much. When you are used
to flats it takes a while to get used to them.

I looked around as I stepped out. Thank god it was
dark. I saw none of my neighbors. I prayed none of them
saw me in this slutty outfit, leaving with this
horrible old man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER THREE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His friends, however, were still skeptical.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure looks hot to me." Bob said.

"Damn straight." One of the others responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Answer me bitch!" he exclaimed impatiently.

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

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

Now I was totally exposed to all five of them.

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

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

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

"No cuckolds brownie?" the bartender exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unlike the others, he was quite gentle as he placed his
cock against me and slowly moved it into me. I tried to
hold back, but I found myself moaning in pleasure as he
moved his thick, thick cock into me. I felt his finger
moving around the outside of my hole, and then he put
it gently into my ass as he continued to fuck me. He
was slow and gentle and although I don't care to have
things in my ass, I had to admit he was making me feel
very good.

Suddenly, however, he stopped. He pulled slowly out of
both of my holes. Then I felt him spread my ass cheeks
and place his cock against my tight asshole. For the
first time I begged him to stop. I promised him
anything. I pleaded with him to leave my ass alone.

I might as well have saved myself the further
indignity, he totally ignored me. He gently started to
press against my asshole with this cock. I was almost
in a panic. It was far too large. I knew he would harm
me, damage me. He paused for a minute. In a firm but
gentle voice he told me to stop fighting. If I just
tried to push out, as though I were trying to go to the
bathroom, he said it wouldn't be so bad.

I was panting like I had just run a race. I was on the
verge of panic. I couldn't escape, so I had to try. I
had to do something. I knew he was going to do it, one
way or the other. So I did what he said. I controlled
my breathing and I pushed on the muscles around my
asshole. Suddenly I felt his fat cock slide into my
ass. He got the head of his large cock into me and then
stopped, letting me adjust to it. Once I had relaxed a
little he began slowly working it in. With each stroke
of his huge cock he entered me a little deeper until I
felt his belly slapping against the cheeks of my ass.
Once he was all the way in, he stopped again, allowing
me time to adjust. Then the fucking began.

Fortunately he couldn't last long. I had been arousing
him all night, submitting to every nasty order he gave
me. Add to that the fact that my virgin ass was so
tight and he came very quickly. After his cock drained
in my ass, as had somehow become the routine, he moved
around and powerd my mouth over his slimy, nasty cock.
It was worse this time, because of where his cock had
been, but there was no fight left in me. I docilely
cleaned his cock with my mouth. What the hell, my mouth
could not taste any worse!

They made me get up and get them another beer. I was
dying for anything to take, anything to wash the taste
of cum and cuckolds brownie out of my mouth. But I was too cowed to
even ask, and nobody offered. So I sat on the table in
the middle of all of these naked old men and watched
them take their beer.

It was very late and I was praying that the
entertainment portion of our evening was over. I hurt
like hell all over. I had cum dripping out of my cunt
and my ass. My mouth tasted like dirty cocks. Surely
they couldn't want me anymore tonight!

I kept my eyes averted as I sat before them. I tried
not to hear the things they were saying about me. About
how well I could suck a cock, how tight and hot and wet
my pussy was, how cute my little tits were.

Finally, Ted asked if any of them wanted anything, it
was getting late and he was going to take me home
unless anyone had a better idea.

I was instantly excited. At last this evening was
almost over. But of course these dirty old men couldn't
let it go at that. They talked for a minute and decided
that they could all use one last blowjob.

My mouth was already tired and sore, but I knew I
wouldn't get any sympathy from them. So when I was
ordered to kneel between Dave's legs and get back to
work, I sighed deeply and slid off the coffee table and
knelt at his feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bob was next, and he too wanted the deepthroat
experience. I hurt so much. I would have been willing
to do anything else. I didn't bother to beg though. I
knew it would just amuse them. I got between his knees
and took him down my throat. I guess I got numb after a
while. I think my mind kind of shut off. I finally
managed to get him to cum. Some time later I serviced
Larry too, though I hardly remember it.

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER FIVE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I owe a man some money. He is starting to get a little
impatient. The trouble is, up until now I wasn't in a
position to pay him. It turns out I can pay him now,
thanks to you bitch. I talked to him yesterday. I told
him all about you. He can't wait to meet you. You spend
the day with him and he calls it even. You had better
do every damned thing he says, bitch."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Haven't you guys ever seen a pussy before?" he asked
them.

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

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

"Me neither." The other one chimed in.

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

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

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

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

"Holy cuckolds brownie!" they said, almost in unimister as my pussy
was uncovered.

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

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

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

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

"Swing your leg out." He ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The black man walked around to my door and opened it.
He offered me his hand and gently helped me from the
car. As soon as the door was closed, Ted drove away.

I never felt so scared in my life. I had just been
given to a large black man for the next seven and one-
half hours. I didn't even know his name! I guess I
should be getting used to that by now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell me about you and your husband," he ordered.

I didn't know what he wanted to know. I told him how we
had met, how long we had been married. I tried to
explain that despite my aberrant behavior in the last
few days we were in love. I told him that my husband
traveled a lot, and I missed him a great deal.

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

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

CHAPTER SEVEN

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

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

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

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

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

To my horror, out of the corner of my eye I could see
Nathan with the camera on his shoulder filming these
thugs as they gathered around me threateningly.

I cannot explain how this made me feel. In such a short
time I had grown to trust Nathan and enjoy him. He had
almost erased the self-loathing I had managed to build
up over the last few days. He had made sex wonderful!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now the hands again, squeezing my flesh, probing my
orifices. The constant barrage of crude comments,
belittling me, degrading me, bombarded me from all
sides. I felt so totally degraded, even worse than the
other night with Ted and his beer buddies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He handed me another douche and left the room.

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

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

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

His gentle, soothing voice telling me that it over,
everything was alright now. I forgot for a moment that
he had betrayed me and listened to his calm voice and
for some reamister it was alright. I relaxed in his arms
and let his soothing voice wash over me. I enjoyed the
healing touch of his wonderful hands.

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

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

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

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

I had to ask about the film though. He told me about
his business, making specialty movies, for a special
audience, mostly **** movies, or B&D and S&M. The real
thing, not the kind you buy in video stores. He has a
small, select list of clients who paid him a premium
price for good quality movies, such as an attractive
young white housewife being ****d by four black hoods.
For real!

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

We lay together, naked in bed and talked quietly. Most
of the conversation was about me. His curiosity about
the most intimate details of my life seemed a little on
the weird side, but I enjoyed talking to him, and I
wanted him to know that I was really a nice normal
permister, not a slut or a whore. I wanted him to like me!

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

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

He must have gotten my size from Ted, because he had
known in advance that my clothing would be destroyed.

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

"I won't bother you," he said, "but I would love to see
you again. I think you enjoyed yourself as much as I
did. I know you are having a tough time with Ted, and
there is nothing I can do about that. But, if you want
to see me again, just call, anytime.

I was watching you pretty closely, and I don't guess
those four thugs noticed or cared, but I saw how many
orgasms you had. I want to have you again. I think you
will call. If you ever get in the mood, I would love to
film another movie. You will never get an Oscar, but I
have no doubt that that was the sexiest movie ever
made. My clients will be begging for a sequel.

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

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

CHAPTER EIGHT

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

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

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

I tried not to think about what had happened to me
while my husband was away. I wanted the next three
weeks to be as normal and as wonderful as possible. I
wasn't very successful. I could not keep my mind from
reliving my recent experiences. I kept remembering what
I had done, and what had been done to me.

That wasn't the worst part. What made me feel so bad
was that whenever I caught myself thinking about it, I
noticed that I was getting aroused. I didn't want to
be. I knew I should be disgusted, traumatized.

I could honestly say that I dreaded the next trip my
husband would take, and what I would be put through
after he left. I did not look forward to my next
session with Ted, but the idea of it turned me on. Even
after all that I had been through last week I still had
those same fantasies that had gotten me into this mess
to start with!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took him into my mouth and started sucking. He had
apparently not been kidding. He had been saving it up
for me! In no time at all he was shooting a huge load
of hot cum into my mouth. I was getting much better at
this. I swallowed it all without much difficulty this
time. I held his cock in my mouth until it was soft and
I had gotten every last drop of his cum. When he was
finally satisfied he pushed me away and stood up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No cuckolds brownie!!!" the bartender exclaimed, a look of
disbelief in his eyes.

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

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

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

"Anything you want." Ted replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Check it out. I just gave her to the bartender for a
tip. She is kneeling back there naked and sucking on
his cock I can guarantee you that is wasn't her idea,
so what do you think?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll be damned! You little bitch, your cunt is
drooling! You like this cuckolds brownie don't you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sighed with resignation and hurried to the restroom.
It felt so strange to be walking around naked in a
public place to the amusement of the men in the room.
But it was a relief to be able to clean the mess from
my pussy and my thighs. I took my time. I was not
anxious to return to stand naked in a bar for the
amusement of strange men. I could only draw it out so
long though. I could not put it off forever. I was
pretty sure that if Ted had to come in looking for me I
would regret it.

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

I was relieved when Ted handed me my dress and told me
to put it on. As the men watched I slid the dress over
my head and zipped up the back. It was funny, thinking
back to how uncomfortable I had been when I had first
put it on. I realized how much better I felt putting it
on now. It felt great to be clothed again, even in this
tiny thing.

My panties still sat on the bar, but before I could
reach for them Ted handed them to the bartender and
said, "Why don't you hang these up over the bar? Right
there by your first dollar."

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

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

Mark looked me over for a minute. "You are a pretty
little thing." He said. "Ted says you like lots of
fucking and sucking, is that right?"

As he spoke his hand came up and gently caressed my
breast. "Are you a horny little housewife?"

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

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

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

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

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