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I thank Vivian trying to sound as faggy as I can. I see Vivian almost laugh at me and feel so foolish.

"Well, the boys are waiting," Simone tells me as she walks to me and attaches a leash to my collar. "If anyone asks, you will tell them your name is Candi and that you love cock. Understand Candi?"

I nod my head so scared of what awaits me. Simone leads me from the room and back into the bar. I see everyone's head turn to look at me. My face feels so red from the offense of it all.

What happen's next. I don't know yet.
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The result was a high-frequency sensation almost like an orgasm but without the buildup, peak, and fade-out. It was constant, super high-level pleasure I could describe only as orgasmic but endless, a constant, wavering sensation as long as his aircraft carrier of a cock passed through my port.

When I caught myself liking it, I bit my lip! Have some decency, you depraved fucker! You're being ****d by a Black felon, and you're wallowing under him--and suddenly I realized it: Ohmigod! I had been automatically rutting back at him, thrusting my ass against his invading cock. Ohhh, cuckolds brownie!

"Look at this boy! My cop homey be fuckin' along with me!" The other four bastards laughed, and I was so ashamed I hoped he would break something inside me so I could red to death.

And the mister of a bitch was merciless. He got me so horny, I couldn't deny it. The best I could do was fight against showing it, but I constantly caught myself lifting my ass for him, thrusting back against him, even--oh, I felt like cuckolds brownie--I caught myself clenching my asshole around his cockshaft, anything to heighten the sensation from that wonderful organ.

Wonderful organ?? What in hell are you thinking, Officer Lovel? Are you this Black man's whore, or are you an officer of the law?

And then he stopped. In mid-stroke. Froze in place behind me. I wondered if my brother cops had arrived and were aiming guns at the bastard. Fuck, what a position to be rescued in!

But I heard no shouts, no orders to "Get on the ground!"

Why did he stop?

I gnashed my teeth as I realized I missed the delicious friction. In fact, I couldn't stop myself, my ass automatically lunged back against him, skewering his cock into me a few inches. "That's what I'm talkin' about," he crowed, and my face got so hot, I had to be blushing purple. "We got us an eager, horny cop here. He be pushin' hisself back on this big, black dick."

I'd never been so humiliated in my life. My own goddamned body had betrayed me!

"What me to continue, man? You want more of this big meat?"

Fuck, it just keeps getting worse! I was silent, powering myself in fury to hold still.

"Hey, man, you gotta tell me what you want. Without you tell me, I ain't doing no more with your ass."

I couldn't believe it. Once the movement of his cock into my ass was the worst pain I ever felt. Now that his cock didn't move through me, the agony was unbearable! He brought his mouth down near my ear. "You want me to go on fucking you, man?"

I was so ashamed, I had to turn my face away, but I couldn't help myself: I nodded my head yes.

When the huge black cock started pumping me again, I got such a thrill, goose-bumps prickled all over my body! Automatically I lunged back at him, and again in my ear: "That's it, man, enjoy the moment. Ain't nobody gonna know about this but you and me--and my bros--but there ain't nothing you can do, so you might's well make the best of getting a big, black cock."

Then he bit my earlobe. Damn, that felt good, and suddenly I had a new horror. Oh, no, oh my god, he's going to make me cum! In a panic, I felt that first slight tremor in my balls. My testicles cinched up closer to my body, and my cock got that "start your engines" feeling. No, oh, for god's sake, NO!

I tried desperately to think of something else, anything to derail the growing climax, but the constant, insistent pleasure spreading out from my asshole was a prairie fire incinerating anything it touched. Helpless, I tipped my head back, my eyes rolled up in my head, and I shuddered as a tsunami of pleasure swept over me.

Unbelievable! Explosions of pleasure thundered in my groin, and the stretch of my asshole around the chief's thickness became a ring of electricity, high-voltage ecstasy. Pinpoints of rapture, little mosquito-bites of bliss pincushioned over every square inch of my skin!

Out of my mind, my head fell down between my arms, and I found myself looking straight back at my rampant cock--just in time to get bursts of sperm so powerful they shot all the way to my face! My own jism landed in my slack-jawed mouth!

And they didn't miss that. "Hey, looka there, cop-boy's a goddamn cum-slut! Drinkin' he own jizz!" Again my face burned in shame, and inside, deep down, I was scared: God damn, I like it! Never had an orgasm like this, Never!

I was still purring along in the afterglow when Barron, still thrusting into me, murmured in my ear, "Y'all cummed yourself from my fuckin'? Beat me to it, did you, boy? Watch this!"

With that he got it on, hip-slamming me violently, raising the level of my afterglow back up to thumping pre-orgasm--What? I'm 35 years old! That's imposs--

--With Barron's teeth biting into my ear, he got his gun. Big power-surges of his swimmers shot up my ass, every blast jolting me back into another orgasm! Trembling like a racehorse at the starting gate, I cummed again. Another tidal wave of unspeakable pleasure swept over me.

When I finally came down enough to think coherently, I was amazed. A double-orgasm! Never done that before! Totally exhausted, I slumped down flat on the seat, actually glad to feel the comforting warmth of Barron's body against my back (and his sweat, too, goddamn it, I loved his sweat on me!). I couldn't help myself: I was so fuck-crazy (and grateful), I clenched my asshole again and again to heighten his pleasure as he came down from the mountain.

Again I heard his voice in my ear, a soft, deep bass, strangely comforting: "You a fuckin' natural, man. Never had me a piece of ass hotter than yours." He looked down into my eyes, but I turned my head away in shame.

Shame, hell, you hypocrite! You are proud you did him good, and you turned your head away because you're shy with your lover!! Get a grip, asshole! You just got ****d!! I powerd myself to turn my face back to him.

He smiled at me. "Don't get knotted up, man. We are what we are. Now y'all know what's inside." Couldn't deny it, the sound of his cave-echo voice close to my ear, intimate, sharing between just us two, had me purring under his weight.

Damn, the guy had brought me down from rage and frenzy, calming me down like a jockey soothing a stormy horse. As his cock softened enough to slide back out of my ass, it came out with a schlucking sound, and suddenly my once tight-packed guts felt empty. Abandoned. I gulped; I wanted the big cock back inside.

I was so relaxed I was almost arelax--certainly fuck takes. "Still going to arrest you," I murmured. "Can't **** a cop."

Again that dark-coffee voice: "Can't **** the willing, my man." My belly wallowed in a mess of my own sperm on the back seat of the Lincoln. I was covered in evidence for the defense. His voice dropped to a whisper. "C'mon, man, tell me. You liked it, didn't you?"

Why the hell not? I turned my face up to his and whispered, "Yeah."

Then he kissed me!

Astounded, I stiffened at first, but those warm lips against mine melted my last firewall--I know what's inside--and I kissed him back. As a cop, I figured I was a captive anyway, might as well roll with the flow--who knows, maybe I might find a way to escape. As a man, I felt as if he'd just removed a medicine ball from my shoulders--I felt free. Wonderful.

The big, black thug had just taught me more about lovemaking than I thought existed. Nobody had ever turned me on that much. In fact, when his tongue pressed against my teeth, I opened my mouth, and when the big, soft cuckold scifi entered my mouth, the bastard drove me into another ladyfucking orgasm!

As I spurted out more jism, polishing the leather upholstery, my mind was blown. This is impossible! Three climaxes without a touch on my cock!

When I wallowed slightly to the side, he spotted my spouting cock. He broke the kiss, chuckling.

Again the Voice: "You done cummed again, man. What was that, three times now?" He kissed my lips again, then, "Proves you my bitch, man. Only bitches get multiple-orgasms." He kissed me again, deep, tongue-probing, wallowing his face over mine, owning me, controlling me, making me his.

I was breathless. I felt owned! And worse, I was weirdly okay with that. When he finally finished, I crawled out of the Continental on rubbery legs. My whole life was turned around
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After I sucked his cock clean, we drove back to town. "I been thinking, my cop-bitch, maybe you could get me a job. I see that college got an ad out for janitors. You put in a good word for me there? Maybe you'n me get together so's I can lay you over a classroom table."

I smiled. "Yeah. I'll go check it out for you."

With some pleading from me, the college gave him a janitorial position, and I prayed that my life would settle into something I could control. I arranged to meet Barron three times a week in empty classrooms, where, just as he said, he laid me on the professors' tables. Everything seemed to "settle." Two months later, I dared to think I had the best of both worlds.

Then Barron exploded a hand-grenade in my head. After a doggy-style session, wallowing on my back and biting my ear as he had his way with me (and making me sputter so much cum in my orgasm, I got it all over my uniform pants--Sonofabitch! I'll have to wash this out in the men's room!), the Voice purred into my ear, "You know, you horny ho, your ass be actual tighter than your mister's."

I was hit in the head with a baseball bat! Could hardly breathe. Barron pulled out and rocked back onto his knees. I rolled over and looked up at him. "Jan? You got Jan?"

"Hot young meat. Came up behind me when I was mopping floors and asked me if I wasn't the guy who *******ped his old man." He smiled, and his cock actually lurched at the thought. "Once I knowed who his old man was, I turn on the ol' charm." His cock began to harden and rise as he spoke. "The acorn don't fall far from the tree, man. Next thing I know, your boy be riding on my dick like he trying out for a bucking bronco contest."

I don't remember much of what else he said. The ceiling had just fallen in on me. Barron pulled his pants up and left the room. I lay there, a cop in uniform lying in a pool of his own jism, wondering how, oh how was I ever going to put Humpty-Dumpty back together again.

Dinnertime at home that night was a nightmare. It all came from my head--I was the only one in the room who knew "everything," but still I sat eating like I was under water. I could see people, but I couldn't hear anything. I could speak, but only nonsense came out. Even the chairs at the table, chrome-tube frames with white plastic seats and backrests, reminded me horribly of the white leather back seat of the Continental. Cheryl looked over at me. "Are you okay, Lincoln? You look a little sick. You feeling all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

She gave me that Look. "Maybe," she said from lowered eyelashes, "you need a little"--slight pause--"exercise."

I looked up. "Yeah. Maybe you're right." Anything to get my mind off my mister Jan spreading his legs under the rutting 12-inch cock of Barron.

After dinner, we moved into the living room to watch TV. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. Jan answered it. A moment later he came back into the living room. His face was white. I looked beyond him.

Ohmigod! It was Barron.

"Good evening, folks. I be thinking I come over and get acquainted." Cheryl suddenly recognized him and gasped. Barron spoke quickly, "Ma'am, your husband he kind enough to get me a good job over at the university"--he looked over at Jan--"and your boy he good enough to show the ropes." He smiled broadly. "I come over to thank y'all."

I stood up. "Just a minute, this isn't the pla--"

--But I was too late. Barron had pulled open his fly, and out flopped that gigantic cock. Somehow, in the inner sanctum of my own home, it looked even more garish, evil, and mega-, maximum erotic! It had never looked so incredibly powerful and seductive.

I knew my lines--You're under arrest for indecent exposure--but I stood there frozen like a mouse staring into the eye of a cobra. I glanced over at Jan. He, too, stared at Barron's weapon. He, too, glanced occasionally at me, his mouth open in astonishment.

I looked at Cheryl. Like a doe backed into a corner, staring at the lion.

Then I heard the Voice. Powerful. Loud. Commanding. "Get over here, cop-bitch, and wet this down. We got things to do here tonight!"

My throat was dry as sandpaper. "No," I squeaked. "You can't--"

--"Get over here!!"

My goddamned legs were not my own! I swear to god I did not walk over there, but somehow my legs moved one before the other, and I found myself in front of Barron, staring down at the thing that controlled my life. My knees collapsed under me, and I was face-to-eye with it.

"SUCK IT!"

Nobody could give him a blowjob, of course, but as usual I licked and sucked all over it. After a minute I bumped heads with Jan. He had stripped his clothes off and knelt naked next to me, licking up and down the other side of Barron's huge dong.

He did me first. Pushed me onto my hands and knees and rammed his throbbing dong up my eager asshole--while I was powerd to look across the room into Cheryl's stunned face. Her eyes grew even wider, and I understood why--Jan's mouth swallowed my cock as he lay under me, blowing his own man.

The Voice had further orders. "You been watching, all passive, long enough, honey. Come on over here and let me show you what you be missing."

I figured Cheryl would jump up, run to the phone and dial 911, but to my astonishment, she stood up, unbuttoned her blouse, and dropped it to the floor. Her bra followed. Then her pants. Then her panties.

Barron pulled his cock out of my ass--I cursed myself for wishing it back in me--and he reduced me even further: "Suck my cock clean, boy. Can't fuck your wife's clean pussy with something's come out of your ass." And under the eyes of my wife and mister, I sucked my own ass-juices from the cock of the man about to turn me into a cuckold.

And that he did. Cheryl was apparently in a spell of rage at me, dismay at Jan, and fascination with what I knew was the biggest penis she'd ever seen. With the shortest foreplay I ever saw (I always had to go through all the steps), Barron lay back on the couch while my wife impaled herself on him, screaming in pain and passion.

She ended up purring, kissing his mouth while he squeezed her titties viciously. Her pussy stretched out like a sewer pipe as she leaped, bounced, and wriggled on him. She couldn't hold onto the kiss, but he gripped each tit until he finally let out a loud growl. He was cumming in her, and just like me, she went into an orgasm from the high-pressure blasts of his sperm. Holding still but trembling, out of control, Cheryl's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, high-pitched scream. When she finally fell back, white Barron-jism drooled from her spread-open snatch.

Jan gaped. So did I.

So began a life of nonstop sex. We were Barron's harem.

On Jan's birthday, Barron lay on his back, my panting body stretched out full-length over him, his cock plugged into my ass. "Like this, do you, cop-bitch?"

I murmured a purring sound, nibbling at his jaw.

"Jan boy, c'mere!"

He instructed my mister to mount me from behind, and although my ass was already "occupied," he ordered Jan to cram himself in there, too! A new horror. Is there no end to the offenses?

I thought my days of searing pain were over--I had stretched permanently to accommodate the chief, but with both my men up my ass, I was back in the World of Pain. But I was a slut to the bone: I liked the pain. It was like gasoline on the fire of my orgasm. As Jan rammed his collegiate pride up me, he drove me into my specialty, a climax started from action in my ass. I was a hands-off, cum-spurting police officer spewing my jism all over the parolee's belly, out of my fucking mind with pleasure that both men were trying to impregnate me.

-==(^)==-


These days, as a token of my encouragement of his rehabilitation, Barron is a regular visitor to my house. I have a new definition of "normal." Barron shows up for dinner, then we lock all the doors and lower the blinds. For the rest of the night, Baron Barron, as he calls himself, rules our roost. Cheryl has takes so much of his cum, she's forgotten what mine tastes like. I've fucked Jan so many times, I've forgotten what fucking Cheryl is like. Barron has fucked me so many times, I've forgotten about anything except keeping him satisfied. I've sucked Jan's cock so often, my teeth are whiter.

And by now, both Barron and Jan have double-fucked me so many times, I can sit on a fire hydrant and fall all the way to the ground. Cheryl's into triple-fucking. She routinely takes all three of us at once.

A Great, Gettin'-up Morning is coming, though. Cheryl is pregnant with Barron's baby. They both smile at me. They know that deep inside, I wish I carried Barron's young.

I am his bitch, after all.
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Ma sirène de femme et le jardinier


Ceci est le récit vrai de ce qui s’est passé un après-midi de juillet 2008, chez nous, dans notre jardin tranquille de basse Normandie, au bord et dans la piscine.

Ma femme Marion, piquante et petite blonde, entretient un corps de rêve en pratiquant une natation de quasi professionnelle. Plusieurs heures par jour. Souvent, mari voyeur, je me poste derrière la vitre de la chambre-pignon qui surplombe le bassin et reste là, mari frileusement amoureux de sa petite femme, à la contempler glisser dans l’onde.

Il faut dire que cette piscine en a déjà vu de belles, car Marion et moi sommes un couple très uni, certes, mais très libertin aussi. Nous « pratiquons » depuis plus de dix ans. Majoritairement en trio avec des hommes triés sur le volet par mes soins et qui viennent régulièrement baiser ma petite Marion et apaiser ses appétits que l’âge a curieusement aiguisés et que mon âge à moi ne peut plus satisfaire. Quelques-unes de ces orgies se déroulent ici. Dans et autour de notre piscine. Bassin ludique pour tout le monde. Petits, grands et même… adultes.

Ce jour-là Marion alignait les longueurs avec l’application et la constance qu’elle apporte à cet exercice chaque jour, chaque matin et chaque soir. Toute bronzée, elle menait mister petit corps au rythme impeccable d’une nage crawlée, lisse et silencieuse. Vêtue de ses seules lunettes de nage et de mister bonnet de bain. Une longueur crawlée, la suivante sur le dos et ainsi de suite. Bien que spectateur de longue date de ces réjouissants passages, je notais une fois encore que les longueurs dos avaient nettement plus de saveur que les autres. Encore que… À choisir entre mister dos, ses fesses, ses jambes, filant en surface sous une mince lame d’eau noyée de soleil… ou les autres longueurs, seins, ventre et naissance des cuisses ne dissimulant pas mister petit sexe nu, je n’aie jamais pu me décider.

Il est presque 16 h ce beau jeudi de juillet et j’émerge à peine d’une sieste crapuleuse quand je réalise qu’aujourd’hui les choses ne vont pas se dérouler comme j’en ai l’habitude. Cette fois, tout va aller bien différemment. Mon petit bout de femme (elle triche sur mister passeport avec 1m50 !), blonde et toujours gaie comme un petit enfant, est bien loin de se douter de ce qui se trame dans l’ombre des fourrés qui l’environnent.

Et, de fait, dans la partie haute du jardin, au-dessus de la piscine, masqué par un gros chêne et un bouleau à triple tige, il me semble voir comme un mouvement, une ombre, une présence. Quelque chose d’insolite, là-bas entre le tas de compost et le pin de Weymouth qui a tant de mal à se développer à l’ombre de ses grands voisins.

Après quelques minutes, immobile derrière la vitre, je distingue une silhouette qui se déplace très lentement le long de la haie de thuyas, vers les petits buismisters en hauteur, à une vingtaine de mètres de la margelle, pas plus. On s’introduit chez nous. On semble même vouloir partager mon spectacle favori. Nous n’avons jamais clôturé cette partie du jardin (pas plus que les autres d’ailleurs) et il n’est pas très compliqué, depuis la route, de se glisser dans la haie et de se retrouver incognito dans cette partie de la propriété que nous négligeons depuis quelque temps, je l’avoue.

Zone ombragée avec vue imprenable sur la piscine et les nageuses qui s’y produisent en tenue légère. Une première assurément. Me voilà tout émoustillé à l’idée qu’un aventurier du voyeurisme ait réussi mister coup et vienne se rincer l’œil incognito. Pas tout à fait incognito d’ailleurs. À vrai dire, Marion est très exhibitionniste et cela ne la dérangerait pas du tout de se savoir observée à poil dans ses longueurs.

Mais la situation est un peu différente. Elle ne sait pas qu’il est là et lui ne sait pas que je suis ici.

On verra par la suite que ce schéma, pour simple que je l’expose, n’est pas tout à fait exact. La silhouette a progressivement rejoint le deuxième buismister et se dissimule encore dans l’ombre et les feuillages, à moins de dix mètres du bord de l’eau. Je distingue assez mal, mais je sais maintenant qu’il s’agit certainement d’un homme assez jeune, gauche dans mister déplacement, un peu raide dans la façon de se dissimuler, immobile maintenant, à l’affût.

Profitant de ce petit temps mort, je cours chercher des jumelles et découvre bientôt que notre aventurier tapi derrière mister buismister n’est autre que Lucien, notre nouveau jardinier.

Le garçon, la petite trentaine, gentil mais pas malin-malin. À vrai dire du genre un peu limite qui doit en avoir plus au sud qu’au nord. Marion et moi n’avons jamais considéré cet athlète des campagnes que sous l’angle du gars simple et musclé. Sous l’angle de sa « fonctionnalité » pour être franc. Un type qui vous creuse un trou comme on allume une cigarette et basta…

À ce moment précis où se situe l’action, mon jugement se modifie sensiblement et j’envisage l’individu en tant qu’être sexué. Cette power de la nature, brut de brut, possède néanmoins tous les attributs de mister espèce. Libido comprise. La suite va nous apprendre que la nature commet quelques écarts parfois. C’est tombé sur lui. Le bougre ne le sait ni ne le saura jamais. Mais nous, nous allons être témoins du formidable coup de pouce que ce garçon a reçu du hasard et des non moins formidables prouesses sexuelles que le sort a bien voulu mettre à sa disposition.

L’ami Lucien est donc en position de voyeur et reluque ma femme Marion qui nage à poil dans l’eau tiède, à moins de dix mètres de mister jardinier. Sous mes yeux, sans qu’aucun des deux ne se doute de ma présence. Un vrai bonheur pour moi. Ma position surplombant la piscine et le bosquet de Lucien me permet de voir les deux à la fois.

Marion poursuit ses inlassables longueurs avec l’application du devoir à accomplir jusqu’au moment où, bien essoufflée, elle arrête la machine et fait la planche. Comment pourrait-elle deviner la formidable décharge d’adrénaline qu’elle provoque sous les branches ? Son petit corps à la renverse, tout détendu au fil de l’eau. Ses petits seins qui viennent comme respirer à la surface, les pointes en mines de crayons qui dessinent au fil de l’eau d’innocentes arabesques. Le sexe nu épilé, libre et, tour à tour, crevant la surface pour s’enfouir et ressurgir de la pellicule d’eau qui s’obstine à le cajoler sous nos yeux.

Certes la scène n’a rien de bien érotique en réalité. Son naturel, dans cet environnement bucolique, incite davantage au rêve et à la poésie plutôt qu’à je ne sais quelle excitation. Mais les évènements produisent leurs effets de façon très variable sur nous autres, selon notre âge, notre humeur ou notre sexe. Apparemment notre ami voyeur juge la poésie des lieux et du spectacle avec des yeux beaucoup moins sereins. Le garçon ne se contrôle plus très bien et, de mon perchoir, je le vois agrippé aux branches basses du bouleau, la bouche entrouverte et les jambes légèrement fléchies. Il me semble même observer une légère ondulation des hanches. Comme les prémices d’une longue et lancinante agitation qui voudrait s’emparer du jeune homme pour un très long moment et qui va le conduire peut-être à des attitudes et des comportements qu’il ne maîtrisera pas.

Mon intuition ne m’a pas trompé. Lucien, les yeux fixes, regard soudé à la piscine et à ma sirène de femme, tel un automate, dégrafe lentement les boutons de sa chemise. Plus exactement les arrache en power, un par un comme avec une lente violence quasi programmée. Celui du col pour commencer. Les suivants sautent facilement. Aucun ne résiste aux doigts puissants rompus aux tâches les plus rudes. L’natural est doué d’autant de power qu’il a peu de neurones. Il jette sa chemise de toile épaisse, laissant à nu un torse sec et musclé, se débarrasse avec la même tranquille obstination du reste de ses vêtements.

Comme en état d’magicse, sous contrôle d’un mystérieux gourou, quelque esprit dissimulé dans les frondaimisters alentour, et, désormais totalement nu, Lucien reprend sa position de singe, agrippé aux branches basses du bouleau, les jambes légèrement fléchies. Son sexe raide, vertical et parallèle au ventre, vient tutoyer mister nombril. Les ondulations du bassin reprennent. Esquissées puis plus marquées, elles donnent le branle à ce sexe aux proportions maintenant phénoménales. Colonne de chair triomphante, véritable pied de nez de la nature facétieuse et frivole. Bien de ceux qui humilient cet homme de peu quand ils l’ont sous leur dépendance rêveraient d’en avoir une accrochée à leur bas-ventre, fut-ce du quart de celle-ci.

Ce garçon est-il seulement conscient du cadeau que lui ont fait les fées à sa naissance en le dotant d’un pareil outil ? Mais le primate ne se soucie pas de mister état intéressant. Tout au spectacle qui lui vaut cette érection de concours, il ne se soucie pas non plus du voyeur aux jumelles que je suis et qui braque maintenant la binoculaire sur cette verge phénoménale qui gonfle encore et encore, gourdin gorgé de sang, lourd et sauvage.

Et puis, nouvelle surprise. Sous mes yeux ahuris, la monstrueuse matraque, raide, qui se balance, plantée bien à la verticale au carrefour des cuisses, brille soudain à mister extrémité, comme si le gland qui la couronne se nappait d’un vernis transparent. Mise au point de mes jumelles. Je dois me rendre à l’évidence. La bite plantée droit, enracinée au bas du ventre de cet idiot de village dégorge doucement une liqueur translucide, par petites vagues successives, régulières et qui, comme la lave d’un volcan qui se réveille, débordent le méat, roulent sur le gland enflé et ruissellent le long de la tige bandée aux veines bleues bien apparentes maintenant.

Le demeuré libère inconsciemment les prémices de sa semence, sans même se caresser, à la seule vue d’une femme nue dans une piscine. Pas d’éjaculation pour le moment. Une émission sourde et régulière d’un liquide cristallin annonciateur de giclées plus consistantes et plus vigoureuses. Son sexe distendu s’est mué en un obscène bec verseur, tout brillant de ses débordements… Alors, le gol s’agrippe plus fort à ses branches et, la bouche mi-ouverte, le rouge lui monte brusquement à la face. Le voilà cramoisi comme en proie à une violente émotion qu’il ne contrôle plus.
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Un rapide coup d’œil hors jumelles et je comprends tout. C’est Marion qui vient de sortir de l’eau et se sèche sur la plage de bois qui entoure notre piscine à quelques mètres à peine désormais de mister voyeur de jardinier. La belle et douce permisterne s’essuie méticuleusement. La serviette éponge passe et repasse sur toute la surface d’une peau dont nous sommes quelques-uns à apprécier la douceur et la chaleur soyeuse. Un œil dehors, un œil dans les jumelles, je les observe tous les deux en parallèle.

Lui, nu, bandé, les yeux lui sortant de la tête. Elle, nue, souple et tranquille sous les caresses de sa serviette. C’est quand elle a écarté les cuisses, un peu en équilibre sur une jambe, et s’est essuyé le sexe que la première salve est partie. Le costaud des jardins se lâche maintenant, à la vue de ce sexe de femme frotté, séché, et de ces cuisses offertes, presque à portée de ses mains. Ce mistert maintenant de beaux et longs jets qui fusent de sa lance, amples, à la fois lourds et aériens. Les copieuses giclées de sperme montent et culbutent dans l’espace en loopings généreux. La matière est abondante. D’une blancheur irréprochable. Notre crétin des Alpes n’éjacule pas mesquin. Il faut au moins lui accorder cela. Le produit de ses glandes débordantes inonde l’herbe. Une bonne dizaine de traînées claires zèbrent la pelouse tondue ras de la veille.

Le bougre avait les couilles chargées à bloc. Réservoirs pleins, lance en batterie. La machine enclenche et fonctionne à merveille. Une véritable pompe se met en marche, sans demander mister avis ni à l’entourage ni à mister propriétaire. Celui-ci se trouve délesté d’une cargaimister conséquente de semence. On pourrait même penser que les cales mistert vides désormais et qu’il devra s’écouler un bon moment avant que le jeune paysan ne puisse les reremplir, que le flamboyant périscope va être rappelé en cabine et que tout ce petit monde va maintenant rentrer dans le rang et se faire discret.

Grossière erreur. Très grossière erreur comme la suite va nous le montrer. Le singe est donc toujours suspendu à ses branches. Torse sec et musculeux, jambes mi-fléchies et contractées dans une position provocante. Il exhibe et pousse devant lui une verge tendue qu’un fil d’araignée translucide relie au sol. Regard fixe, bouche ouverte. Il n’a pas l’air bien finaud, notre voyeur de piscine privée, avec mister air de laboureur et mister teint de bûcheron, avec sa bestiale obstination et ses manières téléguidées, prévisibles et inquiétantes à la fois. Que va-t-il lui passer par la tête à présent ? Toujours est-il que mister formidable gourdin ne donne aucun signe de relâchement et se tient toujours bien droit, raide et arrogant le long de ses abdominaux.

Dans le même temps, Marion s’est séchée et puis, bien installée sur un matelas-soleil, sur les planches de bois qui bordent notre piscine, expose mister petit corps de rêve aux spectateurs privilégiés. Lunettes de soleil, bouquin. La voici partie pour un autre monde. Quelque roman anglais probablement qui va la transporter dans une Angleterre romantique du XIXe, bien loin des assiduités de mister jardinier. Erreur, grossière erreur encore une fois.

Derrière ma fenêtre à double vitrage, je n’entends rien bien sûr, mais je vois, grandeur et loupe avec mes jumelles. Je vois les branches flotter sous le vent et ne les entends pas. Comme je la voyais brasser l’eau dans ses longueurs et ne l’entendais pas. Je vois maintenant, dans le même silence artificiel, le jeune mâle, précédé de mister phénoménal étendard, sortir de l’ombre et descendre vers le bassin sans plus prendre garde à ne pas se faire surprendre. Il progresse, nu sur les planches, et vient se planter devant elle.

Provocation ou inconscience ? Certainement les deux. Je n’entends pas ce qu’ils se disent et je ne le saurai jamais. Ce dont je suis sûr, parce que, derrière ma vitre, moins de dix mètres me séparent de l’improbable couple, c’est que les choses n’ont pas traîné. Aux mouvements des lèvres, je devine qu’il articule un bonjour laborieux. Marion, que rien ne déstabilise jamais, prend un air très légèrement surpris, pour la forme. Elle doit dire quelque chose comme « mais que faites-vous là, Lucien, dans une tenue pareille ? En voilà une idée ! »

Rien ne déstabilise Marion, c’est vrai. Mais cette fois la surprise était tout de même de taille. Surtout lorsque la pistonnerie de l’hypersexué, aiguillonnée par la proximité d’une femme allongée nue, s’est remise en branle. Lorsque, sans que rien ni permisterne n’y touche, le monstre a lancé de nouvelles torpilles. Certaines atterrissant dans l’eau, d’autres allant s’écraser sur les planches, plusieurs toutes proches de Marion que ce spectacle semble sidérer et amuser à la fois. Le bonhomme semble inépuisable. La suite nous révèlera qu’il possède des capacités de foutre véritablement hors-norme.

Pour l’heure, Marion est au spectacle. Cette volumineuse verge gorgée, tendue, dressée et pointée sur les nuages, comme en prière, tendue vers le Créateur, ravit Marion manifestement. Cette grande amatrice de sexes masculins est également très attirée par les beaux braquemarts qui passent à sa portée. Je l’ai même vue s’intéresser de près aux organes des étalons, en visite dans quelque haras normand.

Avec une absence totale de pudeur, je la revois, sans que la présence des autres visiteurs ne la gène le moins du monde, se positionner derrière un papa percheron tranquille dans mister box et se pencher pour mieux apprécier les formes et les volumes. Elle aime les génitaux masculins et ne s’en cache pas. Souvent je le lui dis. Cela fait maintenant un bon moment qu’elle ne le nie plus. « Ah oui, j’aime bien ! » concède-t-elle avec mister fameux petit air de ne pas y toucher.

Là, maintenant, à cet instant, elle y touche bel et bien. La dernière salve lâchée, Marion se ressaisit et se dresse, debout face à la bête pour… agripper à pleine paume la queue du crétin sans que celui-ci ne fasse quoi que ce soit pour échapper à sa prise. Les doigts crispés sur la tige comme les petites pattes d’un oiseau sur la branche. La branche est belle et solide. Les doigts n’en font évidemment pas le tour. Comme pour affirmer leur présence face à ce tube de chair frémissant qui les défie, les phalanges se crispent et tentent désespérément d’étrangler le pieu vivant à l’œil de cyclope.

Las pour les courageux petits serviteurs, loin de réduire la cylindrique machine, voilà qu’ils la relancent dans mister inlassable et prodigieuse activité. Telle une locomotive à vapeur, poussée par mister chauffeur, qui met en branle ses pistons et ses bielles, engloutit le charbon, expulse la vapeur et s’arrache sous mister panache de fumée, la bite de Lucien se réactive au moment où Marion se penchait pour tenter de la prendre en bouche, bien convaincue de ce que l’éjaculation précédente lui laissait quelque répit.

Erreur, grossière erreur une fois de plus. Ni Marion ni moi n’avons encore réalisé en présence de quel phénomène nous sommes. Le gars Lucien n’est comme aucun de tous les mâles que nous avons reçus ici. Pas un ne présentait ni les mesures ni les réserves de ce garçon. Et pourtant, Dieu sait avec quelle application je les sélectionne et les choisis avant de les glisser dans nos draps et les laisser gaver ma femme de leurs sexes et de leur semence dont elle raffole ! Aucun ne peut décharger coup sur coup de telles quantités hors de lui-même, puiser dans des réservoirs sans fond et se répandre à répétition sans même qu’on ne le suce ni ne le touche.

Elle devra s’en persuader définitivement. Et cette fois, quand, penchée sur la bête, lèvres prêtes à s’en saisir comme elle le fait si volontiers avec tous ses amants avant de se laisser enfiler de leurs queues bien préparées, elle reçoit en pleine face le premier jet d’une nouvelle série. Le liquide s’écrase sur mister front, rebondit et éclate en auréole dans la lumière autour d’elle. Par réflexe Marion ferme les yeux tout en saisissant la lance à deux mains pour la diriger plus bas. Les vagues suivantes s’acharnent sur la base du cou et les seins. Ces paquets de foutre se ruent tout en violence à l’assaut du petit buste qui brille et ruisselle désormais.

Grande marée. Pour la troisième fois en moins d’une demi-heure, le bâtard monté comme un âne a balancé la sauce, sans mesure, sans compter. Comme si la réserve de ses sucs intimes était sans limites ou que la nature avait doté notre imbécile heureux d’une capacité de fabrication intérieure continue. Unique ! La bordée temporise enfin. Le canonnier planté là, les bras le long du corps, nu, raide et dégouttant d’une liqueur finissante et verticale, fixe la femelle de mister regard de zombie et contemple, inerte et stupide la poitrine vernie de la semence dont il vient de l’asperger. Marion le regarde aussi, prononce quelques mots que le double vitrage m’empêche d’entendre là où je suis. Puis, dans un éclat de rire, elle saisit Lucien par la main, l’entraîne, et, tous deux sautent dans l’eau. Je cours chercher le Canon. J’aurais dû y penser depuis longtemps.

À mon retour, je les retrouve immergés, agrippés l’un à l’autre, immobiles, tendus, cramoisis. Dans le temps où je suis allé jusqu’au bureau pour y prendre l’appareil, la situation a carrément évolué. Sans le moindre doute ces deux-là mistert fichés soudés l’un à l’autre. Embrochés jusqu’à la garde. En moins de cinq minutes, le mâle, jusque-là figé, statue au présentez-arme, a recouvré mobilité et initiative. Probablement dans la hâte et avec une impatiente violence, a-t-il saisi la petite Marion de ses bras puissants, l’a-t-il tournée et retournée jusqu’à ce que mister sexe soit en ligne et l’a-t-il ajustée puis perforée sans ménagement ni douceur. La bite au fond, il aura écrasé la femme contre lui tel un powerné. Pour ne pas ressortir d’elle. Pour décharger aussitôt. Puis encore. Encore et encore bien au fond de ce sexe de femme tout chaud et bien serré. De ce sexe de femme dont il rêve depuis des semaines. Depuis des mois.

Pour l’heure, Canon en main, je les vois soudés l’un à l’autre, face à face, dans un coin du petit bassin. Elle, primisternière de l’étau de ses mains redoutables de travailleur. Une grosse main, doigts étalés sur ses fesses, capture tout le bas et ne laisse aucune chance de fuite… L’autre presse sa nuque et l’oblige à enfouir le visage au creux de mister épaule à lui. Comprimée, écrasée, ligotée comme un petit natural piégé qui attend immobile et frismisternant ce qui va advenir, incapable de bouger, à peine de respirer, Marion subit la sauvage étreinte.

Étouffée, mais pleine du sexe de l’autre. Pas le moindre doute là-dessus. Le couple est immobile dans l’eau. Presque immobile. De là où je suis, je peux distinguer un très léger mouvement de va-et-vient. Notre Lucien, pine immergée, gland abuté au fond du vagin, s’écrase à petits coups dans la matrice qui l’accueille et qui doit recevoir en continu le sperme inépuisable. Obscènes ondulations qui mistert comme les indications de ce qui se passe à l’intérieur. À l’intérieur du ventre de Marion. Au creux de sa chatte pleine d’une queue large raide et impérieuse. Gavée des vagues qui déferlent les unes après les autres au plus chaud de sa matrice.

Cette formidable baise entre un homme et une femme, tous deux quasiment immobiles, produit une impression presque dramatique. Deux corps soudés désespérément l’un à l’autre par une formidable nécessité. Deux corps incapables de se décoller. Verrouillés par l’angoisse de se perdre. Lui, la tient en tenaille sans lui laisser un millimètre de liberté. Elle, a planté ses griffes dans le dos du jardinier et s’agrippe comme un petit mammifère obstiné. Les imperceptibles ondulations qui traversent leurs étreintes les balancent un moment, cessent tout à fait puis reprennent inlassablement. À chaque pose, leurs visages se crispent et s’empourprent, leurs muscles se tendent un peu plus.

Puis le très léger balancement reprend jusqu’à… la prochaine pose, le prochain orgasme de Marion, la prochaine éjaculation du jardinier. À imaginer ce chapelet de jouissances sous-marines, j’ai les jambes un peu molles et me sens de plus en plus à l’étroit dans mes vêtements. Voilà trois fois qu’ils s’écrasent l’un contre l’autre à s’en étouffer, trois fois que leurs balancements obscènes s’interrompent, trois fois que, comme dans un film muet, je vois leurs bouches se tordre, leurs visages défigurés lancer des cris sans mister, trois fois qu’il se vide en elle, trois fois qu’elle l’aspire, l’avale, l’engloutit. Ils ne savent plus où ils mistert, ils ne savent plus ce qu’ils font. À croire que je vais devoir descendre de mon perchoir pour les séparer. À coup de bâton peut-être…

Sans rire, je commence à m’inquiéter pour ma petite Marion prise au piège d’un véritable maelstrom. L’œil du cyclone ne se déplace pas cette fois et reste bloqué sur ma petite femme. Tsunami permanent. Elle jouit encore et encore. Il plonge, plante, élargit et se vide en d’interminables giclées. Je n’y tiens plus. Il faut que j’aille délivrer ce petit corps de mister bourreau. Je m’apprête à sortir quand l’improbable se produit. Après dix ou douze assauts de rang, je ne les ai pas comptés, mais il y en eut sans doute plus, tout s’arrête, tout s’effondre. Le corps du puissant mâle se détache de celui de la petite femelle blonde. Leurs têtes se courbent sur leurs poitrines. Les deux combattants lâchent prise de conserve. La baise est terminée.

Marion reprend vite ses esprits et cette méchante petite permisterne reprend aussitôt mister rôle de patronne. D’un geste autoritaire et définitif, elle désigne une plate-bande. Lucien sort de l’eau et se dirige vers ses vêtements. Marion l’arrête d’un geste tout aussi autoritaire. Quelques instants plus tard, Marion a repris mister bouquin. Allongée sur la plage, calme et détendue. À dix mètres de là, arcbouté sur sa bêche, Lucien a repris le boulot. À poil et déjà luisant de sueur. Marion ne peut pas voir ce que je vois. La verge du jardinier se réveille. L’après-midi n’est pas terminé.
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Merci pour ces beaux textes moins ou pas connus, contrairement à la livraimister précédente qui devait, probablement, une bonne partie à le fièvre traductrice du regretté Coulybaca... mais cela fait toujours plaisir de les relire... En core merci et bonne continuation.
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heureux de voir que je suis pas le seul à lire, je vais vraiment finir par croire soumi
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Angie Gets Pimped


Angie was thrilled when Dave got the new job. He finally had a chance to make something of himself and provide for his young family. Angie and Dave had married in their early twenties, he was twenty-two, she twenty-one. Neither had gone to college. Dave was working in a small pay day loan office and Angie was a waitress.

They met at church. Both had been somewhat loners, neither dating much. Angie had only moved out of her parent's house two years prior. They were somewhat of an anomaly, as they were both virgins when they got married. Dave was, well, a "geek." He began going to Angie's church when he heard that there was a large singles group. He hoped that somehow he could meet someone.

Angie had grown up in the church with her two brothers and younger sister. She was the oldest young. Her parents were very active, her lady volunteered to cook the mid week meals, her man drove the church bus. They almost never missed. It had been drilled into her to be sexually pure. She had always been an obedient flower, evidenced by the guilt she felt when she kissed a boy in the youth group when she was sixteen. Nothing else had happened, but she was forbidden to see him again.

It was three years after Dave and she were married when their flower was born. Two years later they were blessed with a mister. Angie had quit as a waitress, taking a job at a laundromat in order to be with her two young youngren as much as possible. Dave's job at the loan company just wouldn't pay the bills.

But now Dave had been able to land a job at the local bank! It was only entry level, but it afforded Angie the ability to quit working at the laundromat and stay home with the youngren. It was also promised that Dave could move up at the bank. It was clear that if he performed well, he and his family could be set up. That was two years ago.

Her flower was now seven, her mister was four. Angie had just turned thirty-one. She and Dave hoped that he could move up at the bank soon, so they could buy a house. They were still renting a small two bedroom they moved into when their flower was born.

The bank had held a reception for new employees and their spouses two years ago when Dave was hired. The reception afforded Angie and Dave an opportunity to dress up and go out for an evening, something they rarely could afford. Angie remembered she had worn her nicest dress, a button-up simple dress with a tiny spring floral print. And it was there she was introduced to the bank president, a man in his mid fifties, with slightly graying hair.

He was impressive to her, she had never met a bank president before. She was honored when he asked her to accompany him to his office. Dave was busy with the head teller as she was introducing him to his co-workers. His office was magnificent! It had an extremely large desk, a huge, leather couch and chairs, and dark heavy wood paneling. Everything said to Angie, money and power!

"You know Angie, may I call you Angie? You may call me Robert," the bank president went on. "You had more to do with Dave getting hired than you think."

Angie was silent, not understanding this. What did she, a former waitress and laundromat employee know about a bank? She had been asked to come with Dave on his second interview. One of the vice-presidents had met with them, letting them know that the bank expected a stable family from its employees. But that was all.

Robert went on, "you're quite attractive, you know. That's a real plus."

Angie had never thought of herself as attractive. She didn't think of herself as ugly, either, but no one in her limited experience had told her she was attractive other than Dave.

Robert put his arm around her shoulder, holding her close to him. Angie was immediately nervous. "You have a beautiful face, your complextion is so clear, your ivory skin so soft," he commented as he moved his finger tracing down her cheek to her neck, to her arm.

He had gone on, "your breasts are very ample, even if you do hide them in that dress. Could you please undo a few buttons so I can get a better look?"

Angie was now red-faced and squirming to get out from under his arm. She clutched her arms over her breasts, afraid he would try to unbutton the dress himself.

"Such a pity," Robert replied. "I do find you very attractive. In fact several of the other executives have noted your beauty as well. You can really help Dave progress if you know what I mean."

"Never, I could never," Angie stuttered. Embarrassed, angry, and shocked, she quickly had walked out of the office.

That was two years ago. Robert had hit on her on every occasion that he could, not so subtly hinting that if she would have sex with him, Dave would get a promotion. She had never told Dave. She knew it would crush him if he thought that he had only gotten the job because the bank president wanted to relax with his wife.

Today she had to face Robert again. She had grown to resent him. Dave had not received a promotion. The tiny rental house was getting smaller and smaller. Her flower and mister fought all the time, having to share a bedroom. Others hired after Dave had been promoted over him.

Today Dave was leaving for a two day conference with his immediate superior. He was excited about it, telling Angie that maybe he was finally going to get a break and move up some at the bank. His superior had been hired after Dave and had already been promoted twice. Robert had asked that the wives and their husbands meet with him at the bank before they left.

"This is an important meeting and I want you to know that I will be looking at both of you and evaluating how you perform. A good job could get you promoted, a poor one could get you dismissed." The men were silent. "I wanted you to know the importance of their trip," he spoke to the wives. Then he turned to the men, "I've arranged a taxi to take you to the airport, so say your goodbyes and get on, it is here now."

Dave quickly hugged Angie and kissed her on the cheek as he grabbed his bags and headed for the taxi. As the men rode away, Robert asked the wives to come back to his office for a moment. "You both know that you will play a most important role in the outcome of this meeting. I expect you both to call me within the hour. Enough said."

Angie realized that she wasn't the only wife Robert had hit on. Had Sharon given in? Did that explain why her husband had been promoted? She noticed that Sharon had dressed in a low cut blouse and somewhat short skirt. Earlier she had thought Sharon had dressed a little inappropriate. Angie had worn slacks and a old crewneck top.

As she drove home, Angie alternated between anger and reflection. She changed her mind a dozen times as to whether she would even call Robert or not. Once home, she paced around the house, finally telling herself that she would call him, but absolutely nothing else!

When Robert picked up the line, all she could say was, "It's Angie." She even shook a little as she said it.

"Well, I can't believe Mrs. Better-than-you really called. It's good you did, I was ready to fire Dave," Robert stated.

"Please don't," Angie said.

"Than let me take you to dinner, that's all. It's your choice, and," he added, "Dave's job."

"What time?" Angie found herself saying.

"I'll pick you up at seven," Robert replied. "I'll be sending over a dress, wear it!"

"No, don't come over here, please," Angie replied. She couldn't imagine her neighbors seeing a strange man at her house.

"Then meet me at my house at 6:30, don't be late." He hung up.

Angie buried her face in her hands and cried. What have I done? She wondered.

The dress arrived at 3:00 pm, along with two dozen roses. Angie had never recieved roses before. She put them in just about every vase she had in the house. They were so beautiful! She then opened the box with the dress. As she held it up, she could see that not only did it look very expensive, but the short black dress with the flowing skirt had a neckline that literally plunged to the waist! Also in the box were black high heel shoes and red lacy thong panties.

A smaller box contained a small evening purse, a bottle of bath oil and some expensive looking perfume.

A note was in the box that read, "Wear it all, and nothing else, or don't come."

Angie was nervous, but she had to quickly leave to pick up her youngren from school and take them to her lady's. As she dropped them off, she made up a quick story about going to dinner with a friend.

Angie went home and took a long hot bath, using the bath oil Robert had sent. She then fixed her hair, and put on her makeup. She noticed that she had taken extra care with her hair and makeup, hoping he would find her attractive, and then wondering why she should care.

She put the red thong on, more than a little embarrassed at how little it covered. She had never worn thongs. She took a long breath as she took the dress off the hanger. Closing her eyes as she put it on, she finally opened them as she snapped the top behind her neck.
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The dress was backless, the flowing skirt only came about mid thigh, and she could barely keep the areolas of her breasts covered by the top, much less anything else. She had never worn anything like this before. Angie put on the perfume Robert had bought her and left.

She felt as if she were naked as she walked to her car, hoping no one would see her. She felt the air blow across her breasts and between her legs as she drove. She would have rolled up the window, but it was so hot! Or, was it just her?

She had a little trouble finding Robert's house. She didn't frequent this part of town. As she drove up the long driveway, she thought how her car was so out of place here.

She rang the doorbell and Jones, the butler, opened the door. He ushered her into the study and said that Mr. Woods would be down soon. Angie examined the beautiful furnishings and couldn't believe that people really lived like this!

She didn't even notice as Robert entered the study. She turned and was startled at Robert. He was unashamedly staring at her. Angie moved her arms to somehow cover herself.

"Drop them," Robert said powerfully. She did. "You are absolutely stunning!" He moved to Angie. As he faced her he held both of her arms as he moved to kiss her. She turned away, but not before his lips touched hers.

Robert held her at arms length, "let's have a look, please turn around." As Angie turned, the skirt swirlled. She felt beautiful.

"You are beautiful, and I told you that you shouldn't hide those magnificent breasts!" Robert said with a smile. Angie looked down and realized that her right breast was completely out of the top. She turned and moved the thin fabric back over it. She also noted that her nipples were erect and could be easily seen protuding through the thin fabric of the dress.

"Jones," Robert spoke to the butler, "come and see Angie, isn't she stunning?"

"She certainly is, sir," replied Jones, "quite stunning."

"Angie, please turn around so Jones can see the whole package," Robert ordered. She did, but slower and more carefully this time. She ended facing the two men, nipples at attention, as they stared holes in her. He certainly saw her, she thought.

"This is Mrs. Angie Thompmister, Dave's wife," Robert informed. Angie couldn't believe he had just revealed her full identity.

At the restaurant, they were seated at a table for two, near the center of the room. Angie was very aware of the looks of the men, in fact she felt that all eyes were on her. As the waiter poured her water, she could feel his eyes on her. Although it was a very nice restaurant, she was very uncomfortable. She felt as if she were naked in the center of a stage.

Her nipples felt to her as if they were headlights pulsing out for all to see. Robert ordered for her. She barely ate, but did take whatever it was he had ordered for her. She excused herself to go to the ladies room. As she stood by the sink she saw herself in the mirror. Her nipples were clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts were totally uncovered.

For the first time she realized that her lacy red thong could be faintly seen through the material of the dress. And although she told herself no, she felt wet between her legs.

She returned to the table hoping beyond hope that no one had noticed her panties. As they drove back to Robert's, he placed his hand on Angie's leg. He slowly slid it higher. Angie moved to stop him, placing her hand over his. She realized that he was already at her crotch, that his finger could feel her wet panties. He firmly held his hand there. They rode back with her hand over his, his hand at her crotch, his finger stroking the wet spot on Angie's thong.

Robert parked, opened the car door for Angie, and took her by the hand into the house. They entered the study. Angie's heart was beating so loudly she knew Robert could hear it.

"I've got to go," Angie stammered.

Robert closed the door. "I'm going to take you first."

Angie gulped, her knees buckled.

"The dress snaps behind your neck, unsnap it," Robert ordered.

Angie could barely raise her arms, she fumred for the snap, and finally undid it. She lowered her arms. The top immediately fell, fully revealing her breasts. The dress slid below her waist, over her hips, passed her panties, down her legs, to the floor.

Robert took Angie's hand and helped her step out of it. She walked with him to the couch. He stood there.

"Get on your knees."

She did.

"Undo my belt and unzip my pants."

Angie quietly obeyed.

"Take out my cock and suck it in your mouth."

Angie hesitated, she had never, never, done this. Married to Dave for ten years, and she had never done this.

Angie pulled down his boxers, his cock sprung up into her face. It was much larger than Dave's. She held it before putting it in her mouth.

"Lick it," Robert told her. "Suck on it like a lollipop."

Angie took his cock and licked it up and down, just as he said. She sucked it as he held her head. She almost gagged on it as he pushed it deep down her throat. He pulled out of her.

Robert took Angie's hand and led her to his bedroom. She followed him as if in a trance. She thought that the butler was probably watching as she walked in high heels, red thong, and nothing else down the long hall. Her tits were bouncing as she walked. Thats what they were now, she thought, tits, not breasts that had suckled her youngren, but tits that would be used by men.

Robert had Angie lie back on the bed, he slowly removed her panties, he fingered her pussy. She started to move and lightly groan. Robert bent her over, spreading her legs, and s*******fully began licking her outer pussy lips, then her slit, and her clitoris, driving her to squirm on the bed before he plunged his tongue inside her warm, wet hole.

Robert stood and presented his cock to Angie's cunt. "Do you want it?" He asked.

Angie shook her head "yes."

"I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want my dick inside your pussy. Your married pussy."

Angie began to cry, "Yes, I want you to fuck me, put your dick in my pussy. Fuck my married pussy, now!"

Robert shoved his large dick inside Angie with one thrust. It almost took her breath away. He pumped her hard and fast. She matched his thrusts. He kissed her full on the lips, his tongue invaded her mouth, her tongue his. He voraciously took her, her mouth, her tits, her cunt. Robert held Angie's ass and pulled her up into him as he pumped her and fucked her and claimed Dave's wife as his whore. He erupted in her, spewing his cum deep within her womb. Angie came as he was shooting in her, their juices mixing inside her.

They lay together on the big bed, each totally spent. Robert remained inside Angie on top of her. She held him tightly.

Robert said, "Now you're mine. I've claimed you. You're marked. Say it! Tell me you're mine. Your pussy is mine. Your tits are mine. Your ass is mine. Your mouth is mine. Say it and Dave keeps his job."

Angie let go of Robert, her arms lay by her sides. She had gone from bliss to broken in one minute. She began to repeat, weeping, "I'm yours, my pussy is yours, my tits are yours, my ...ass is yours, my .....mouth is yours."

As she succumbed to Robert, he began to harden again and fucked into Angie. She lay still as she repeated the mantra over and over again.

When he finally pulled out of her cunt, Robert stradled her chest slapping her tits with his dick before having her lick the cum off it and suck and remaining juices out.

As Angie drove home, crying all the way, thoughts of Dave and the youngren were going through her mind. However, she was focused on the fact that Robert had ordered her to call him tomorrow. What would the day bring?
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The next morning Angie woke early. She was unsettled about the events of the evening before. She had been unfaithful to Dave, but she had been powerd to do it to save his job. She tried not to think about it as she got the youngren ready for school.

After she returned from taking the youngren to school, she called Robert. He had ordered her to do so. She didn't want to upset him now that she had finally given in to his advances. She wanted to secure the promotion for Dave. It would mean so much for her family.

"I'm glad you called me," Robert answered. "I have some plans for you today."

Caller ID, Angie thought. "What do you mean?" Angie asked, somewhat afraid that he would want sex again, although she really expected it.

"Before I tell you that, tell me what you are wearing," Robert replied.

"A pair of old shorts and a t-shirt," Angie replied.

"No bra or panties?" Robert queried.

"Of course I am wearing a bra and panties," Angie answered.

"That sort of thing has to stop," Robert said powerfully. "Strip for me, right now!"

Angie complied. She picked the phone back up and stood there naked talking to Robert. He had Angie pick out the shortest skirt she owned and a button-up blouse that "is the most see through you've got."

Angie fixed her hair and did her makeup. She put on the only pair of heels she owned, other than the ones Robert had sent her. They were only an inch and a half tall, cream color, and worn out.

As she drove to the park Robert had told her to meet him at, she was conscious that her nipples were poking at the thin material of the blouse. At five feet and six inches, her natural 36C breasts seemed a little large for her frame, but they were a perfect match for her 36 inch bottom, set off nicely by her 25 inch waist.

Angie felt herself getting wet as she drove. She knew it was the anticipation of sex with Robert again. She hated herself for it, but she thought it was going to happen and she should enjoy it some.

She arrived at the public park and waited in her car until Robert pulled up in a convertible a few minutes later. He scolded her for not having anything more revealing, but added that he would take care of that later.

They walked together, hand in hand, until they came to a large oak tree. Angie was enjoying the nice day and the pretty park, and she admitted to herself, Robert's affection.

Her enjoyment ended when Robert ordered her to unbutton the blouse. They were outside in public and several others were in the park. Angie fumred with the buttons and tears began to trickle down her face as the blouse opened, revealing her breasts.

Robert ignored the tears, bent down and moved the blouse totally away from Angie's breasts as he sucked first one and then the other. Angie shook as he did. Robert then took Angie by the hand and walked her down the sidewalk. Her tits jiggled as she walked. Robert loved it. Angie was horrified.

They walked past a woman who looked with disdain at Angie. Another woman jogged past them, glancing at Angie and not believing what she saw. Robert stopped several feet short of a bench an older man was sitting at.

"Raise your skirt to your waist and walk to the bench!" Robert firmly said.

Angie stood there, unable to speak, shaking her head, "No!"

"Do it!" Robert was more powerful. "And sit down next to him and put your hand on his cock!"

Angie was slow to lift her shirt, so Robert yanked it up and commanded she hold it high. Angie tremred as she slowly walked toward the man. It seemed as if she were in a trance as she sat down next to him and placed her hand on his crotch.

The older just sat there, not quite sure what to do. He looked to Robert, who was smiling and motioning for him to take advantage of the situation. The man leaned over and kissed each of Angie's nipples and then he felt her wet snatch as her pushed his finger inside her. He sucked on each nipple as he fingered Angie in public.

Robert walked over to them. "Let's take this to the car," he quietly said. Angie held the man's hand as they three of them walked to Angie's car. Robert had Angie get in as the man sat next to her in the back seat.

"You can't leave him this way," Robert told Angie. "Why don't you suck him off?"

Angie obediently bent over, undid the man's belt, unzipped his pants, and with his help took his old cock out. It was long and thin, but as she took it in her mouth and sucked, it grew. Within a few minutes, his cum was shooting inside her mouth.

"Remember to always swallow," Robert said as he watched them from the front seat. As the man was zipping his pants, Robert asked him if he could spare five or ten dollars, saying that Angie needed it for gas.

The man took a twenty out of his wallet and handed it to Angie. "That's too much," Robert said. "She doesn't have time to fuck you just now." The man put the twenty back and handed Angie a five.

As the man got out and walked away, Robert commented to Angie, "Your first trick!" He laughed as they got out of Angie's car and into his and drove off.
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Robert drove Angie to his house. On the way he was very kind to her, holding her close to his side as he drove. When he stopped, he lovingly kissed her. They embraced for several minutes before getting out of the car.

"I wanted to see if you really meant what you said about your pussy being mine. It really is important to me. You are so beautiful," Robert told Angie. "Now I know that you will do anything for me. That means a lot to me, believe it or not."

Angie felt drawn to Robert. This powerful man not only thought she was beautiful, but liked her as well. Helping her husband, Dave, could work out after all.

Robert held Angie's hand as they walked into his house. He took Angie up to his bedroom and made love to her, and she to him. After they both came, he remained in her and the two cuddled. Angie thought to herself that it was the best lovemaking she ever had.

Angie had almost fallen arelax when she heard the door open. It was Jones, the butler. She and Robert were both lying naked on the bed. As she started to cover herself, Robert held her tight.

"It's alright," Robert said. "It's only Jones. You'll get used to him." Jones set a tray of takes on the bedside table, and then moved to the end of the bed, staring lustfully at Angie.

Angie was troured. "Spread your legs, dear," Robert said to her in a loving tone. "He's an old man, let him enjoy himself."

Jones unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. Angie could see that his dick, while smaller than Robert's, was still larger than her husband's, and very thick. Jones moved his mouth between Angie's legs and began to lick her pussy. She realized that Robert's cum was still inside her, as she had not cleaned it out.

"He's the butler, let him clean you," Robert jokingly said to Angie. The old man was a master at licking pussy. He had certainly licked several of the women Robert had brought home. He had tasted Sharon's just yesterday, only an hour before Angie had come over.

Jones licked all around Angie's pussy, and then he tongued her, flicking his tongue up and down inside of her as he ate his master's cum out of her pussy. He then paid special attention to the lady's clit with his tongue as he fingered her.

Angie was getting wet, enjoying the attention to her clit as she looked down at Jones. Robert held his arm around her as the older man cleaned her. Almost without warning, Jones moved up her body. Angie could see that his dick was fully hard and that he intended to fuck her. She looked at Robert.

"It's alright," Robert assured her. "Do this for me." Angie lay still as the old man positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy. He had to enter her slowly because of the thickness. With short, slow, thrusts he was fully inside her. He sucked on her tits as he pumped into her.

Soon Angie felt Jones shooting his cum inside her. "At least he didn't last long," she thought. Jones sucked Angie's nipples hard, one at a time as he lay on her for a few minutes before getting off.

She and Robert lay there together after Jones left. "You're so beautiful, most men will cum quickly with you," Robert remarked.

"What do you mean?" Anqie queried.

"Nothing," Robert replied. "It's just that you're so sexy, you turn men on when they just look at you." Angie blushed. She wondered if men really found her attractive. She was starting to feel like it, although all she knew so far was that old men liked her.

They showered together, and Robert had her dress in the short skirt again, button-up blouse, and the old worn shoes she had worn to the park. He asked her to not buttton the blouse at all, just to tuck it in her skirt.

As they drove out of his driveway, Robert asked her to raise her skirt to her waist, which she did. He then asked her to put her feet on the dash, spread her legs and get herself off as they drove. Angiejust stared at Robert.

"Just do it," he ordered.

As she fingered her pussy, Robert pulled on her left nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The effect was that not only did Angie's nipple get hard, but her tit was totally out of the blouse. Robert asked Angie to do the same with her right tit.

They were driving around in a convertible, Angie's tits on full display, her feet on the dash, fingering herself with one hand, while playing with her nipples with the other. She was scared, humiliated, and turned on all at once.

Robert pulled up to an Adult Bookstore and Theater. Angie had never been inside one. Robert had told her she could let her skirt drop down on its own, but she couldn't button her blouse.

As she got out of the car, she felt the wind blow across her bare ass and pussy as she walked, tits bouncing up to the door of the theater. The skirt had dropped some, but not much. Most of her ass still showed and only the very top of her pussy was covered.

He had her go in, alone, before him. As she walked among the shelves, reading the titles of the movies, and glancing at the magazines, she knew that every man in the place had his eyes on her.

Finally, Robert walked over to her. He had bought two tickets to the theater. She was glad to get out of sight of the men. They moved to some seats in the middle row of the theater.

On the screen, there was a busty blonde woman getting fucked by two black men. One was fucking her doggy style, while the other had his cock in her mouth. A third man, stood by, apparently waiting his turn.

When they sat down, Robert had Angie pull her skirt above her waist again. He had pulled her blouse out of the skirt, and moved it away from her tits. Angie realized he had put her on display. She didn't like the feel of the seat on her bare ass, or Robert pulling her legs apart, pushing one into the leg of the man sitting next to her.

Robert told her to keep her hands down to her sides. He then leaned over and began to suck on her left tit. Angie kept her eyes focused on the screen. She had never seen a porn film before. She watched as the waiting man took his place in the woman's mouth. The other man had moved under the woman and replaced the first man in her pussy. The first man was about to enter the woman's ass.
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Her eyes were transfixed as she watched the woman take the three men at once. They were all black and had very large dicks. She didn't know how she did it. She kept watching as the man next to her touched her thigh. She started to move her hand to stop him when Robert said "no."

The stranger sucked on her right tit as he fingered her pussy. She hated herself, but she was already wet when he entered her.

Robert moved to allow another stranger to sit next to Angie. "Dave, I'm doing this for you!" She said to herself as the two men sucked the young wife's tits and fingered her pussy together. She shook as she came.

Robert had been watching. He got up and took Angie by the hand. He walked her down the aisle on full display. They went out of the theater and into one of the private booths. Robert put some dollars into the slot and the small television came on. Angie took her skirt, blouse, and shoes off as Robert ordered.

She didn't like the sticky feeling on the bottom of her feet. She knew it was mixed cum and piss. As she sat on the wooden bench to watch the TV, she disliked the feel on her bare ass. It was worse than the theater seat.

She was pushing the channel button up, watching a few minutes of each movie, when she felt something touching her right arm. Robert was on her left. She looked and realized that there was a hole in the wall, and some man had stuck his dick out of it!

Robert smiled and told her to suck it. "No! I just can't!" Angie pleaded. Robert lightly slapped her.

"For saying 'no' to me, you'll not only have to suck the dicks, but you'll have to fuck at least one!" Robert ordered.

Angie protested. "I'm leaving and taking your clothes," Robert said. "Unless you do what I say, I'll leave you with all these men!"

Angie looked at Robert and tears ran down her face. She wiped them off as she took the man's dick in her mouth. The booth smelled strongly of sex and cigarettes. Angie had to get down on her knees to suck the dicks that were pushed through the holes, one on either side of the booth.

Angie had sucked off three men who spewed their cum into her mouth. Much had dropped down on her tits. She had swallowed some, more than she wanted to know. Robert told her that he liked her new "look."

He did make the man wear a condom when he fucked her. He had knocked on the door and Robert opened it as a man was cumming in Angie's mouth. Robert had to step outside of the booth when the man fucked her. Another man had stuck his dick through the hole while she was being fucked. Knowing that Robert would want her to, she took him in her mouth, holding her hands against the wall to keep from getting pushed into it as she was fucked.

She opened her mouth and let the cum run out as the other man began to cum in the condom. She could still feel him begin to cum. He took the condom off, squeezed its contents out onto Angie's ass, and handed her twenty dollars as he left. She sat naked on the wooden bench, visions of the theater movie going through her head when Robert came back.
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Angie sat unable to speak as Robert drove them from the Adult theater. She felt so dirty, so used, so whorish. She felt hollow. Unable to cry, she sat next to Robert in shock.

"Get over it!" Robert barked. "Remember, you're mine, your married pussy, your mouth, your ass, all mine! Say it!"

Angie again repeated "I'm yours. My married pussy is yours, my mouth, my ass. It's all yours to use as you please."

"That's right! Remember that I'll damn sure use you as I wish, whore!" Robert was mean. He had to make sure she knew her place.

"Take those tits out of your blouse. I don't recall saying you could cover them up. How much cum is on them, by the way?" Robert laughed as Angie looked down at the drying cum on her tits.

"How much?" Robert insisted.

"A lot," is all Angie could manage to say.

"From how many men?" Robert teased her.

"I don't know," Angie truthfully said as a tear began to roll down her face. Once they started, she couldn't control the flow of tears. Silently she sat in the car, tears flowing.

They stopped at a traffic light. Robert rolled Angie's window down. "Turn and stick your tits out!" He ordered. "Do it now!"

Angie saw that there were two men in the car next to them as she leaned out the window.

"Tell them you're a whore!" Robert chided. "Say it, Angie whore. Say 'I'm a whore. Say it over and over.'"

Robert pushed her forward, further out of the window. Her tits were dangling and bouncing. Angie said to the men, "I'm a whore...I'm a whore...I'm a whore." She fell back down in the seat and buried her face in her hands as she continued to repeat, "I'm a whore."

Robert was silent as they drove to his house. Angie didn't look up once, but kept her face in her hands as she mumred the words she knew to be true.

Robert walked her to his bedroom and into the bath. "Please clean up before you go home, there are towels, bath oils, shampoo and soap. I'll bring you something to take. You did very well today, Angie." Robert was serious as he looked into her eyes. Angie looked as if she were a zombie.

Robert brought Angie a glass of champagne as she soaked in the tub. "Take your time, I've laid out some on my wife's clothes I think will fit you."

Angie looked over to the counter, a pair of black slacks and a conservative tan top were lying there. She was grateful that she could dress modestly for her drive home.

"Dave will be back tomorrow, around noon," Robert informed Angie. "We will all meet at the countryclub. Sharon and her husband will meet with us, along with most of the other bank employees. I've just talked to Dave. Their trip was a success!"

Robert went on, "Angie, I've arranged a morning at the spa for you. They will give you a massage, a facial, do your hair and nails, and anything else you ask of them. It's a gift to you from me. I've also left a nice outfit for you. I think you'll like it."

Robert put his arm around Angie and whispered in her ear, "Did I tell you how beautiful you are? By the way, Dave got the promotion along with a substantial raise in pay."

Angie drove home, still numb. She stopped at her mom's and picked up her kids. She fought the tears trying to form in her eyes as she saw them.

The next morning Angie took her youngren to their Grandlady's and then drove to the spa. She so looked forward to seeing Dave. She didn't want to even think about the things Robert had made her do, but he was finally being nice to her. Angie thought that Robert had been nice to her some times and felt herself becoming wet as she thought of how large his dick was and how good it felt with it inside her.

She stopped herself from thinking about Robert. She was a married woman! And, she thought for a fleeting moment, a whore. She was Robert's whore.

The spa was extremely nice. Her massage was wonderful. She had never had one before. The facial was a first also. The woman did a marvelous job on her hair and makeup. The outfit that Robert had bought for for her was a lime green sleveless dress made of a crinkle fabric that buttoned up all the way. It looked expensive and she felt beautiful in it. Angie couldn't wait for Robert- no, Dave to see her in it.

Angie arrived at the countryclub a few minutes after 12:00. Dave was already there. Angie walked over to where Dave was standing, glancing at Robert as she did. He smiled at her in such a way that she knew he approved of how she looked. She felt beautiful and hot!

Angie put her arm around Dave before he noticed she had arrived. Dave commented on how beautiful Angie looked as they embraced. The luncheon was ready. As Angie and Dave sat down across from Sharon and her husband, Dave talked about how well the trip had gone, and that he hoped it meant good things for his position at the bank. Angie so wanted to tell Dave that the promotion was his, but thought it would be better that he hear it from Robert. Dave might want to know how she already knew. If he only knew...

When lunch was winding down, Robert stood and make a speech about the future of the bank and how it all depended on great employees. He then had Dave stand and bragged about how hard he worked and how much he put into his job. Robert indicated that if the others would work as hard as Dave, they might receive a promotion also. Angie pretended surprise, hugged him and said "how wonderful!"

Dave was congratulated by his fellow employees and then rushed away for a golf tee time. There were four foursomes and Dave was playing on Robert's team.

Robert's wife Jane invited Angie, Sharon, and two of the other wives to come with her. Angie had never been to the countryclub before. Dave had been only once before, when Sharon's husband had been promoted. He had told her that it was very nice, but it was even better than Angie had pictured.

The five women followed Jane into a small theater. There were only about a dozen very plush chairs for watching the films. As the lights dimmed and the movie started, Angie was completely taken off guard when a porn movie began.

"This is a movie like the men watch, except that it is made for women, by women," Jane stated. The movie started with a beautiful brunette dressing in exquisite lingerie. Soon a man joined her and began to sensusously caress her as they embraced.

Suddenly the movie stopped. Jane stood and said, "Sorry to interrupt the movie, but I thought you might be interested in another video that I don't find so enjoyable."

Angie was more confused than ever, "These people are certainly strange," she thought. Soon another video began. There was no title, no credits, or anything, the movie simply began with a black dress falling to the floor. Immediately Angie recognized the dress! She put her hand to her mouth as she was looking at herself naked in front of Robert in his bedroom.

The video continued to play as the women watched. Parts had been carefully edited, but all could see Angie sucking Robert's dick, her spreading her legs for him to enter her as she told him "I want you to fuck me, put your dick inside my pussy. Fuck my married pussy, now!"

The movie stopped, the lights came on, and Jane stood up and proclaimed, "Angie, I can't believe you would cheat on your husband while he was away working so hard! And with my husband! You little whore! I'll teach you!"

Angie slumped into her chair, covered her face, and began to sob and couldn't stop. Jane ordered the other women out. As the door closed, she grabbed Angie by her hair and lifted her head up. "Look me in the eye! You bitch! You seduced my husband, but you won't get away with it. I've talked to Robert. I've forgiven him, he has always been weak when it came to women. He has told me everything. I can't believe you wanted to expose yourself in the park. And the adult theater! Robert told me how you made him take you there. How long have you pretending to be the innocent little housewife, you slut!"

Angie tried to say no, it wasn't me, but Jane wasn't listening. "I think I'll give a copy of this to Dave and another to your parents. They need to know you for what you are, you whore!"

All Angie could say was, "Please, no. Please, no."

Jane changed her tone to Angie. "There's one way and only one way this video doesn't get out. You will work for me. You will do what you obviously enjoy so much, you'll just get paid for it. Of course, the money will come to me, and you'll get all the sex you could ever want."

Angie couldn't believe what she had gotten into. Robert, now Jane. She had to get out now. "I can't do that," she told Jane.

"You will, or I'll post this to the internet and mail it to everyone you know," Jane calmly and firmly said. "Unbutton that dress my husband bought you. You will start now. I've already got word to the men playing golf that you would love to fuck them, only it will cost them $100 each. The first foursome will be here in a few minutes. Don't worry, Dave doesn't know and never will unless you back out. Give me the dress."
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Angie slowly unbuttoned the dress and handed it to Jane. "You will get it back after you fuck them all. And I mean all. Let's see, Dave won't be fucking you and neither will Robert today. That leaves only fourteen. You better be good. Have a fun afternoon." Jane left Angie standing naked except for the lime green panties and bra Robert had given her.

There was a knock on the door and four men Angie had met at lunch entered the theater. All Angie could hear were the men's whistles and lewd comments as they began to freely feel her tits and ass. One began to finger her pussy and another her asshole. Angie felt like she was in a trance - almost numb, yet knowing everything that was going on around her and to her.

Angie remembered what Jane whispered in her ear as she left when the men entered. "You had better be good, really good. I'll know. Fuck them like there's no tomorrow, or there may not be one!"

"So she wants me to be a good whore," Angie thought to herself. Angie began to move her hips back and forth, fucking herself on the men's fingers in her holes. The men responded by fingering her faster. Angie lifted one of her tits up to the mouth of the man fingering her pussy. With her other hand, she reached behind the head of one of the men and pulled her mouth into her other tit. They continued for a while fingering her and sucking her tits and then they pushed her down to her knees.

They had all taken their dicks out and Angie knew what she was to do. She took the one closest to her face into her mouth, sucking it as Robert had taught her. She took two more of the men's dicks in her hands and began stroking them. She then moved her mouth over to the one dick left unattended. Angie continued to suck and stroke as she turned from one man to another.

Her knees were beginning to hurt and were bright red when she lay back on the carpet. Angie spread her legs and held her pussy open. "Who's going to be first?" she asked. She had better be a good whore she thought.

The tall dark haired man bent down and began to push his dick into Angie's whore hole. As he completely entered her pussy, he told her, "I work with your husband and I've seen you at the bank, but I never thought you were the type to let us fuck you." Angie began to tear up at what he said. She was not that type, she thought to herself. Then she power her mind to think somewhere else.

"If I'm going to get through this, I have to be a good whore," she kept telling herself as one of the other men stuck his dick in her mouth. The tall man fucking her had a long dick, and the man in her mouth was shorter but thicker. Angie realized she was beginning to think about men according to the size of the penis. She lifted her ass off the floor, partly to be a good whore and not just lay and take it, and partly because the carpet was beginning to burn her ass as it had her knees.

Angie was grateful when the men had her turn over. She was on her knees again with her ass in the air. The fattest of the four men, a middle aged balding man entered her from behind. He grabbed both of her tits as they dangled under her. He pulled them as he pumped her pussy. This was hurting, but Angie realized that she was also getting more and more turned on.

Each of the men took turns fucking her "doggy" style. As one would fuck her pussy, another would take advantage of her mouth. Angie found it difficult to keep her mouth around one dick while another plowed into her from behind. Her elbows were getting red and began to burn as well. As if that were't enough, the men began to spank her ass cheeks as they were fucking her. It seemed to get them to fuck her harder. It was all she could do to suck on the man's dick as she fucked them.

The youngest man (blue eyes and blond hair) lay down and Angie was told to ride him. She lowered her pussy hole down on his hard shaft and he pulled her down to his chest. He began to kiss Angie with lots of tongue. Angie felt herself about to cum when one of the men began to finger her ass. She was afraid she knew what was coming. The young man held her tight as the finger in her ass was replaced by two, and then the two fingers by the head of one of the men's dick's.

Angie's husband Dave had never even tried her ass, and now it was going to be ***d by a stranger, while yet another stranger was fucking her pussy! The men didn't care that it was painful, they just told her she would get used to it. After a while it was more comfortable for Angie, and then the men switched places.

The second man in Angie's ass kept plunging his dick in with one motion and them completely pulling it out. He kept continuing this until another man took his place. Her asshole was now opened up and Angie took both men at once more easily. It was then when the men decided her mouth had been empty long enough.

When the man fucking her ass pulled out, he moved around and stuck his smelly dick in her mouth. Angie was repulsed at this at first, but got used to it as the men alternated between her three holes. "I'm being a good whore," Angie thought as she felt an orgasm sweep over her body like she had never felt before as the men used her. She was just coming down from it when the tall man who had been fucking her ass moved to her mouth.

"Suck good and hold tight," he told Angie. "I'm going to cum!" Angie did as she was told and swallowed his large load. Each of the other men followed suit, fucking her ass or pussy until they were about to shoot, and then using her warm and willing mouth as their cum dump.

Jane came back into the theater as the men left. "Angie, you're doing OK, but you've got to try harder to make the men think that you really want them," Jane instructed.

"Whore training," Angie thought. Jane spanked her on her already very red bottom as she turned to leave.

When the next foursome arrived, one of the men handed Angie a couple of blankets. "Jane said you needed these," a stocky built man who smelled of cigar smoke said as he looked Angie's naked body. Her tits looked good to him as the nipples stood erect. The men took Angie much as the first foursome did, all cumming in her mouth as she swallowed their loads.

The third foursome bent Angie over one of the theater seats and each fucked her from behind. They alternated between her pussy and ass, taking pictures of her "gape" with their camera phones. She sucked them one at a time as she sat in one of the seats. They asked her to kneel on one of the blankets and hold her mouth and eyes open. "Jane told us to do this," an older man with a flabby gut said. "She has watched it all and said you really needed this. Word among the men is that you're a real good whore."

The men circled Angie and began to jack off onto her. Their cum shot on her face, hair, eyes and tits. As they left, Jane came back in. "Don't move and don't clean anything up. I want to get some pictures of you." Jane clicked away as he had Angie bend over and pull her ass cheeks apart, and then lay down and spread her legs and hold open her pussy. "You look just lovely," Jane laughed. "Only two more before you go home with Dave."

The last two men came in. They had been playing with Robert and Dave, Angies's husband. One of the men was Sharon's husband. Angie, as instructed by Jane was on her knees with her mouth and eyes wide open. Neither of the men said anything. Sharon's husband unzipped his pants and took his dick out. Angie noticed it wasn't hard yet. As she sucked it, she wondered if the sight of her turned the men off. Sharon's husband politely asked Angie to lay back. When she did, he began to fuck her until he shot his cum inside her well used pussy. The other man then asked Angie to suck him. When he got hard, he had her get on all fours as he entered her ass and fucked her until he shot inside.

What Angie didn't know was that both of the men's wives, Sharon and Jennifer worked for Jane and Robert. Although they would never know all their wives were powerd to do, they had come to know that they had gone through much the same as Angie had when they started.
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Angie was allowed a few minutes to clean up after the men from the bank had fucked her. Jane arranged for her to shower in the women's locker room. However, Jane remained in the locker room. Angie was allowed to wash her body, but not to clean out her "cunt." Jane wanted Angie smelling herself as she rode home with her husband. She should get used to smelling like a whore.

As Dave drove Angie home, he was so excited about the trip and especially the golf day he had enjoyed with his boss and friends. Dave had no idea what the men had done to Angie while he played golf. Angie tried her best to sound encouraged, but she knew well what she had been powerd to do to get Dave the promotion. "Would it be worth it?" she wondered silently as they drove home.

Jane had let Angie know that everything had been recorded, "just in case" it would be needed to keep Angie in her place. She had also told Angie to expect a call as soon as they got home. Angie worried about the call.

Sure enough, as soon as they walked in the door, the phone rang. It was Jane. "I hope you enjoyed the day," Jane taunted. "Now, listen carefully. While you were fucking everybody, I borrowed your keys. A video system has been installed in your house. Don't worry about trying to find the cameras. It is professionally done. Just know that I can see you anytime I wish."

Jane paused a moment for Angie to think about what she had told her. "I want you to take Dave to your bedroom immediately. Let him know how much you missed him and that you can't wait until you make love. Strip him and yourself and lay on the bed with your legs spread. Tell him he has to eat you before he fucks you. And you better make him eat you deeply and suck all the juices out. Be wild! Fuck him with abandon! And remember, I'll be watching! Put on a good show, or Dave will see the video of the day!" Jane laughed as she hung up the phone.

Angie went to the bathroom to get away and think for a moment. The phone rang almost immediately. It was Jane. "Don't clean up anything or I'll be over there in five minutes with all the videos! Now get in there and have your husband eat your pretty pussy!"

"But I can't," Angie protested. "I'm not clean. Dave will know something has happened."

"You do it, or he'll know everything that has happenned. Make up something to explain yourself if you have to, but get in there now!" Jane was furious.

Angie was afraid. She now knew for certain that Jane had told her the truth. Angie walked to the living room as Dave finished bringing in his bags from the trip. She leaned into her husband and kissed him.

"It seems like it's been such a long time," Angie whispered to Dave. "Come with me." Angie took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. Neither one of them had been agressive toward the other, and sex between them had always been with the lights out after they had gone to bed. That would now have to change.

Angie began to quickly undress Dave. He looked stunned. Dave wondered what had gotten into his wife, but so far, he liked it. When Angie unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down with his underwear in one move, he was almost in shock.

When Angie took his dick in her mouth, he couldn't believe it. She had never done this! Angie sucked on her husband's dick for a while and then stood up and quickly stripped. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and looked straight at Dave.

"Eat me first," she said in a commanding tone of voice. Dave moved to the bed, kneeled down and looked at his wife's pussy. It was very red and swollen. It looked so different.

Angie realized what he was seeing and knew she had to think fast. "I've missed you so much. Forgive me for touching myself so much while you were gone," Angie cooed.

Dave seemed to accept what she said and began to lick Angie's pussy. "Honey," Angie spoke, lick me deeper. It feels so good. You're so good! Lick it as deep as you can and suck on me, please," she begged.

Dave did as she asked. They had rarely had oral sex, and never until climax. She must be climaxing, Dave thought, she is so wet. Angie held Dave's head into her pussy so Jane would know he did a good job, or so she told herself. But she had to admit that it sure felt good.

Angie let go of Dave's head when she felt like he had licked and sucked all of the juices out of her cunt. As he straightened up, she rose to meet him, bent down and began to suck his dick again. Just like Robert taught her, she thought. She sucked her husband's balls, licked up his shaft, and took his entire penis in her mouth. "This is so easy to get in," she thought. He was so much smaller than Robert, or most of the other men she had fucked in the last few days. She was trying to visualize the men who had fucked her when Dave cried out that he was about to climax.

Angie let go of his penis with her mouth, pushed him to the bed, and yelled, "Not until I fuck you," as she mounted her husband.

It all happened so fast, Dave didn't hardly know what to think. Her vagina had engulfed his penis so fast. "It sure went in easy," Dave thought, as Angie tried to squeeze her pussy tightly around Dave's small penis.

Angie had only rode up and down on him a few times before he climaxed. She was disappointed. She had not cum. She so wanted to cum with her husband. She had cum several times with the men she was powerd to fuck.

Afterwards Angie got up to go the the bathroom. Jane called again. "Not too bad, dear," Jane told her. "You did do a good job of getting Dave to eat your smelly cunt. Did he like the taste of it? It was so well used. Not a very good fuck, though. I guess I can forgive you a little because of your husband's poor performance. He probably did the best he could. Not to worry, honey, you'll have plenty of men to fuck you real good."

Angie left the bathroom and got into bed with Dave. She would pick the youngren up in the morning.

Monday morning Jane called Angie. Dave was at work. "You need to meet with me this morning. Don't worry about how to dress. I'll have some things for you to wear," she told Angie.

Angie looked at the address Jane had given her. It was an office building on the north side of the city. She wondered what was in store for her now. She arrived, and entered the office. Sharon was sitting at the receptionist's desk. She looked up at Angie, "Jane wants you to go right in."

As Angie entered Jane's office, she was startled to see Jennifer sitting inside. "Glad to see you're on time," Jane said. "Don't worry about Jennifer. She works for me as well as Sharon and a couple of other girls. You are now my newest employee!" Jane had a gleeful sound to her voice.

"What exactly would I do?" Angie asked.

"You act as if you have a choice. You don't. You'll do exactly what I tell you to do, understand?" Jane stated. "I have a service that I offer. You, Sharon, Jennifer and the other girls perform the service. You'll be trained to perform well. Some of your training has already begun."

Angie had a sinking feeling as she listened. "You'll be compensated well for your service. Some of your compensation will come in the form of your husband's hefty raises, and some will come to you directly. It will be mad money you can do whatever you want with. It'll be fun!" Jane smiled.

"Robert wants to talk to you," Jane said as she dialed her husband. When Robert answered, she handed the phone to Angie.

"Angie," Robert spoke kindly. "I'm so glad to have you join us. Don't worry about the other men. I'll still fuck the daylights out of you from time to time. Now, listen to Jane as you would to me and do precisely as he says. You don't want her upset with you."

Angie listened and told Robert that she understood.

Jennifer spoke, "I've been working for Jane for over a year. I enjoy the work and love the money!"

"Enough of this!" Jane responded. "Jennifer, you've got to get to work. You have an appointment an eleven, and another at twelve-thirty. Call me when you finish and I'll let you know if there are more. Here are the addresses, enjoy!"

When Jennifer left, Jane took Angie into a room adjacent to her office. She called Sharon, telling her to lock the office door and join them.

The three sat down as Jane started a video. It showed a sexy woman in frilly lingerie seducing a man. She was slowly dancing and rubbing herself while looking directly at the man. She bent down and began to unbutton his pants. As she began to take his dick in her mouth, she looked up straight into his eyes. It was then that Angie realized that the woman was Sharon.

They continued watching the video. Even though the man's dick was average, Sharon made him feel as if he were the the best stud she ever had. Angie wondered how many men Sharon had fucked and sucked for Jane and Robert.

When the video was over, Jane had Angie to totally strip. She felt uncomfortabe being naked in front of the two women, even though she knew they had seen her before.
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Jane asked Sharon to pick out some clothes for Angie. Sharon left through an adjoining door into another room. She came back with shiny vinyl six-inch heels, an extremely short black skirt with a slit up both sides, and a pink stretch top that was too small for Angie. That was all.

"Before we let you get dressed," Jane commented, "we've got to help you with your makeup."

As Angie sat naked, Sharon and Jane put a green highlight above her eyes, dark black liner, and ruby red lipstick. They then applied rouge to her cheeks and nipples. When Angie put the black skirt on with the pink top and red high heels, she looked the part of a Hollywood whore. The pink top was so tight, her tits pushed out to the point of falling out and her nipples and areolas were clearly visible.

"Eventually you will make appointments, but first you have to learn to 'hook' your men," Jane instructed her. "Did you bring any condoms?" Jane asked.

"No," answered Angie. "I didn't know..."

She was cut off by Sharon. "It will work out. I didn't bring any my first day either. But you better figure out fast how to get some." The two women laughed at Angie.

Angie was driven to a seedy part of town. She was told not to call them to pick her up until she "hooked" at least ten men and and made at least $500. They said she could charge anything she wanted, but the less she charged the more men she would get. However, the less she charged the more men she would have to fuck. They almost had to push her out of the car.

"I'm scared!" Angie pleaded.

"Part of the thrill!" replied Sharon.

"But where will I do it?" Angie cried.

"In their cars, between the buildings, on your knees behind that trash dumpster. Its not so bad a place. I like it better than their car sometimes. It depends on how you feel about the man," Sharon answered.

"How do I get them?" Angie asked.

"Honey, just walk around slowly and look at every man who drives or walks by. If they slow down, ask them if they want a date," Jane blurted out as she drove off.

Angie was frightened. She began to walk and realized she should slow down. A car drove by and slowed. The driver rolled down the window. He was an older man with silver hair.

Angie nervously walked over. As she bent down, her tits were on full display. She was trying to say something, when the man asked if she wanted a ride. She got in. As they drove off, the man began to fondle her tits. He had them completely out of her top.

"Damn, those are nice!" he said. He then ran his hand under her skirt. It lifted easily as he moved his fingers to her cunt.

"Short and split," Angie thought. "Easy access. Sharon knows what she's doing.

"How much?" the man asked.

Angie was startled. Everything had been so fast. "Fifty dollars," she answered.

"Got a condom?" he asked.

"Oh, no!" Angie thought. "I could just suck you," she answered, thinking it would be safer and then she would have some money to buy condoms.

"I've only got twenty," he answered back as he pulled behind a building.

"But I've got to taste that sweet pussy once first," he said. Without waiting for a reply, he bent down and began licking her pussy. He fingered her and brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it. He sat up.

"You're turn," he said.

Angie bent down. The man already had his dick out. Angie shut her eyes and took it in her mouth. He was somewhat limp, but began to get harder as she sucked him. The young wife licked his shaft and sucked his balls. She began to take his entire dick in her mouth and deep throat it, as she had been taught. Without warning, he erupted in her mouth, shooting his cum deep down her throat. "Always swallow!" Angie remembered.

"Sweetie, before I pay you, I just have to have that pussy. Spread it for me," the man smiled.

"But that wasn't the deal," Angie protested.

"No pussy, no money," he replied. The man took a twenty out of his billfold and waited. Angie leaned back and spread her legs. The man lay on top of her and somehow managed it get his dick in her pussy. He pumped several times into her.

Angie realized that he couldn't cum twice so fast. She pushed at him to get off. "This isn't working," she said.

"Just let me titty fuck some and I'll give you the money," the man replied. Angie lay on the car seat as he straddled her. She pushed her tits to form a "pussy" for his dick. The man pushed his dick between them several times. A little cum squeezed out. He rubbbed it on her nipples and slapped his dick on her tits and face. Finally he handed her the money.

The rest of the day went a little better. Angie learned to get the money first. Finally she called Jane.

As Jane picked her up, she looked a mess. Cum was on her face and in her hair. Jane could see a lot on her tits and suspected there was plenty on her ass. "We'll get some pictures of you at the office before you go home. Let me see the money."

Angie counted it out, all five hundred and ten of it. It had been hard earned.

"How many did you fuck?" Jane asked.

"Three," Angie replied. "The rest I just sucked."

"Where did you fuck them?" Jane questioned.

"One in a car, one leaning against a building, and one behind the dumpster," Angie truthfully answered. She continued, "I sucked the men behind the building, all eight of them."

At the office Jane gave Angie a wet towel to wipe herself clean.

"Don't touch your pussy," Jane ordered, or you won't get your clothes. I want Dave to eat you again tonight. I don't want him to fuck you. Understand?"

Angie understood. She would do as she was told, as she knew she had to.
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The man who bought Michelle kneeled down between her spread legs. As the men held her, he began to lick the pretty wife's pussy. He wanted to taste her before she was ruined by the men.

He licked all around Michelle's pussy lips and stuck his tongue deep within her and then sucked on her. He fingered her as his tongue flicked her clit. As she got wet, he moved up to her mouth, powering her to begin to suck his dick. He was proud of his eight inch dick. It was larger than most Mexican men and thicker too.

When he was fully hard, the man moved back down to the pretty wife's pussy. As the men held her legs spread wide, he pushed his dick inside Michelle. He pumped her slowly at first, then picking up speed, he hard fucked her for several minutes before shooting his cum inside her. When he was finished with her, he brought his dick to Michelle's mouth again. She was to suck all the remaining juices from it.

When the man stood up, it was the signal for the men to begin. One by one, the men of the town came forward, each paying the owner for Michelle. They were told that they could use her any way they wished. Most of the men of the town had come. Even many of their wives came, wanting to see the American wife turned into a "puta", a whore for anyone's use.

American's were not especially liked in this town and a pretty wife like Michelle was a prize. This American would have her arrogance fucked out of her. Of course, the "puta" would be powerd to do whatever the men wanted of her. Her pussy and ass would be stretched very big. Everyone would use her. Perhaps she could then be sold to someone else.

Michelle had actually cum when the man who owned her had fucked her. Her senses had seemed to be heightened, there was an ache in her pussy. She wondered what the woman had given her. Whatever it was, it was helping her get through this ordeal.

Most of the men made her suck them and then they fucked her, cumming inside her cunt. Several also used her ass. A few chose to go together with a friend or two, so they could use more than one hole at once. Two men used her ass together, both their dicks inside that once virginal hole. Her gape was especially big after that.

One man chose to piss on her after he fucked her. He got mad because she closed her eyes and mouth. The train of men had to temporarily stop after that. Michelle had to be cleaned up and the sheets changed. The woman who bathed her brought her more pills and another beer. And then the train of men began again.

It lasted on into the night, until finally all the men who were there had used Michelle. The final act was all the men who had stayed pissing on Michelle, this time with her eyes taped open and her mouth and pussy held open.

Michelle was left on the mattress. Her arms and legs were tied spread-eagle so that if anyone wanted to use her body in the state she was now in, it was free. Michelle was left lying there the rest of the night.

The next morning the woman came and untied her. She helped her to the bath that she had prepared. Michelle was allowed to relax the rest of the day. Later that evening the woman prepared a meal for them and the man who had bought her joined them.

"What happened to you, had to happen. Now you will do whatever is asked with no questions. "Understand?"

Michelle nodded her head yes, waiting for the man to continue.

"You will have a room in the back of the bar. You will relax there and the men will fuck you there. Anyone who pays for you, you must take. When you are not fucking, you will bring the men beer, sit in their laps, persuade them to come to your quarters," the man informed Michelle.

"You are now my 'puta', my whore. Even though this is a small place, you will make me much money," her owner continued.

He moved closer to Michelle and removed the cheap blouse the woman had given Michelle to wear and began to suck her tits.

"You are too sore down there," the man said, pointing to her pussy. "For now, just suck me. Get on your knees," he ordered.

Michelle moved off her chair, onto her knees and undid the man's belt, unzipped his pants, took his dick out and began to suck him.

"Swallow, always swallow, it's less messy," her owner said. Michelle was learning how to best please the men.
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Each day at the whore house Michelle had her routine. She was allowed to relax till around 11:00 in the morning when the owner would come in and wake her. She was ordered to always relax in the nude, so when the owner entered, she could suck his cock first thing. His cum served as her breakfast.

After finishing her owner, Michelle would sponge herself off from the basin of water in her room. She would put on the makeup she was given and brush her hair. She would then dress in the loose white blouse she had been given. The fabric was very thin and the neck plunged so low that her breasts often fell out as she walked. Even if they didn't the customers could plainly see her lucious tits through the fabric.

The only other clothes she had was a red skirt that loosly flared out and almost covered her ass. It didn't matter, the men would always reach under her skirt to grab her naked ass or her bare pussy. Many would reach into her blouse to fondle her tits as she coaxed them back into her room. If they were able to get the money the owner demanded, she wouldn't have to do much coaxing.

Once in her room, Michelle would drop her skirt and pull her blouse off. She would then drop to her knees and take the man's cock into her mouth to suck. Occasionally she would be greeted with a slap on her face or slaps on the tits when she didn't understand just what the man wanted.

Michelle understood little Spanish and tried her best to do exactly what the men wanted. If she didn't, she could be beaten. It had happpened only once, when she thought the man wanted her to tongue his ass. She didn't want to do it, and acted as if she just couldn't understand even with his hand jestures. The man had yelled something to the owner, who ran into her room and had the customer hold her arms behind her back while he beat her with a metal coat hanger along her ass and legs.

It had hurt so badly, she did anything after that. It had taken two weeks for the pain and soreness to go away. Michelle became a master at tonguing ass after that, and almost all the men wanted it when they had heard what happened.

Michelle would take between fifteen and twenty men a day back to her quarters. She estimated that her legs were spread for over twelve hours each day and a cock was inside almost that entire time. At the first of the day, when the pill began to take effect, she liked the feel of a cock inside her. She would cum often. Michelle even grew to like the taste of cum as the men would shoot it down her throat and she would swallow.

But as the day wore on and she tired, Michelle couldn't handle it without the pill she would get from the woman who worked for her boss. Michelle assumed it was ecstasy, but she had to have it to get through the day.

After three weeks of getting a pill each day, the woman refused to give any more to Michelle. She made it known that she would have to pay for it from now on. The woman sat on a barstool and pulled her skirt up. It was evident to Michelle what she wanted her to do.

Michelle was repulsed, but as she looked up to see the coat hanger in her owner's hand, she dropped to her knees and began to lick the woman's pussy. Michelle was timid at first, but the woman held her head and pulled Michelle's face into her smelly cunt.

Michelle knew that although she was the main whore, the woman serviced several of the men as well. She could imagine what she was licking and tried to power herself not to think about it. She needed the ecstasy badly.

The woman was saying something Michelle couldn't understand. She pushed Michelle's head away, turned around, bent over, and spread her ass cheeks. Michelle knew then what she wanted and tongued her ass as expertly as she did the men's. The woman then turned over and Michelle knew she was to tongue her pussy as well.

Although she was more than used to swallowing cum, it was fresh. As Michelle was being powerd to tongue, lick, suck, and swallow the woman's mixed juices she became nauseous and had to run outside as she vomited. When she returned, the woman and the owner were laughing. She could understand "cada noche", knowing from then on she would be doing that chore each night. At least the juices will be fresher, she thought.

Michelle was given a beer and a pill. She needed them to help her to be aroused. The men wanted her to be passionate, and she wanted to please. That day she serviced eighteen men and one woman before she was allowed to go to relax.

Carla followed Michelle into her room when the whore house/bar closed down for the night. She slowly undressed as Michelle watched her. The older woman still had a good body. Her breasts hung down a bit too much, and her ass was too wide, but overall, Carla had a good body.

Michelle thought to herself that the flaws Carla had must have come from the work she had done, the same work Michelle was doing now. "Town whore," she thought. Then she realized that she herself had already fucked a few hundred men. How many had Carla fucked? She was still working some, taking a little of the load off of Michelle. Men must come from all around the area, Michelle realized. "All to fuck this little white wife," she thought, the ecstacy still having a little effect.

Michelle dropped her skirt and slowly removed her blouse. Carla was already laying on the bed, her legs spread. Michelle laid on her stomach on the small bed. She slowly kissed up Carla's legs, alternating right to left. When she got to Carla's thighs, Michelle began to lick the dried cum from them before moving up to her pussy.

Michelle carefully and sensuously licked slowly around Carla's well used pussy, cleaning it and tempting it before she licked at her cunt lips and began to tongue deeply into Carla. Michelle drew out the juices inside Carla and sucked them into her mouth, swallowing as she went. She felt Carla building to a orgasm as she moved her hands to Carla's breasts and rolled her nipples with her fingers as she continued to lick her pussy. When she breathed in and strongly blew her warm breath into Carla's pussy, Carla released her orgasm into Michelle's waiting mouth.

Michelle moved up and began to suck Carla's nipples, first one and then the other, slowly, passionately. Michelle ground her pussy into Carla's and the two of them fucked into one another. Soon they were kissing and holding each other tight as they both climaxed. The two women fell arelax in Michelle's bed, holding one another through the night.
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Michelle met with Victor, her new owner and several other men to begin her new career as a porn star. They drove her to a large hotel and escorted her to a suite on the top floor. There she was prepared for the movie.

Two of the men rubbed baby oil all over her naked body. A woman applied heavy makeup to Michelle's face and painted her fingernails and toenails a bright red. She then handed Michelle a short white laced knit skirt. Michelle was also given a matching knit top to wear. The skirt came only halfway down on Michelle's ass. The top had three quarter sleeves and a short back. It covered her shoulders and tied across her breasts in the front. The outfit was completed with six inch red patent leather heels. Victor then presented Michelle with her wedding rings he had shown her the day before. He had taken them from her the day before. As Victor placed the rings back on her finger Michelle immediately noticed that the stones were in them! She assumed that the stones were fake and that he had kept the original diamonds, but they looked good.

She didn't really want to wear them like this, showing who knows the fact that she was a married woman about to perform whatever sexual acts the men around her wanted of her, but she knew again that she had no choice. Michelle had to simply accept the facts of her slavery.

With her ass hanging halfway out, her pussy lips showing below the dress, and her nipples prominent through the lacy top, Michelle was instructed to walk among the men, rubbing against them, and finally choosing the man she wanted to be the first to fuck her. Michelle had never been given a choice before. She moved among the men, flirting with each one as she thought about who she would choose.

Michelle would rub her tits across their chests, and back her ass into their crotches, hoping to feel their hard dicks pressing against her. She finally picked a tall man with dark curly hair. He looked as if he were a body builder. Michelle just hoped she wouldn't be disappointed with his cock.

She reflected again on how her desires had changed. She now felt somehow incomplete without fucking several men a day. She really was now what they had made her. She was a whore, a "puta."

Michelle went to her knees and unbuttoned the man's pants, carefully taking out his cock. She held it lightly and licked it as she looked the man in the eye. The cameras were catching all the action. His cock was good sized and it grew as Michelle took him into her mouth and sucked. The man held her head as he powerd his now fully harden cock down her throat. He fucked her face hard and fast as Michelle fetishd on the large dick. She knew her throat would be sore in the morning.

Michelle held her tits together over the man's cock as he fucked them. She was then pushed back on the bed where the man licked her cunt, tasting her juices. She was wet with anticipation of what was to come. He flipped her over, raising her ass up and pushing her face down. Michelle liked to be taken like this. It was so naturalistic, so raw, so humiliating.

He plunged his cock into her without any further ceremony. She gasped as he did, but soon got into the rhythm, bucking her hips into his pelvis as he thrust his cock into her. Her tits dangling and flopping, the man took her hard and fast. The camera was loving this scene. Victor knew the film would sell well, both in Mexico and in the US. The **** of an innocent American wife and her transformation into a cock hungry whore would top the charts.

Michelle felt the man building to a climax, as she was too. When he began shooting his hot seed into her, she came as well. He filled her up with his load. The camera focused in close up as he pulled out of Michelle. She held her position as they filmed the cum filling her cunt and then running out down her thighs.

Michelle's cunt was wiped with a rag as another man presented his cock to her mouth. As she took him in, yet another lifted her legs and plunged his cock inside her cunt. She was fucked like this until they both shot their cum inside her. Michelle was taken by the men several times throughout the day.

The cameramen made sure they got good scenes of her being DP'ed, as more than once a cock was up her ass, while another was in her cunt. Twice they filmed scenes of two dicks in her pussy, and then with two dicks in her ass.

None of this was new to Michelle. All this and more happened to her in the whorehouse. The only thing new was that it was now being recorded in living color to be shown to whoever wanted to see it.

At the end of the day Michelle was filmed while naked on her knees smiling and telling the men how much she had loved it. As she kneeled before them, the men were jacking off into her waiting open mouth, into her hair, on her tits, ass, stomach and back. Michelle would wipe the cum from her body with her fingers and suck it in her mouth as she swallowed.

Michelle was then taken to the bathtub, where she spread her legs holding her pussy open and with open mouth and eyes, lay there while the men pissed on her. She coughed and fetishd as the urine ran down her throat, through her hair, over her body, into her cunt. Michelle smiled and blew a kiss to the men, telling them to "cum again soon" as the last scene of the day was filmed.
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I had been caught! We were behind on several bills, including the mortgage, and I had "borrowed" funds from the company. I was intending to pay them back, but somehow never got around to it. We had paid our debts and were current on everything. Good news! Then the boss found out.

Dan called me one afternoon and asked me to come into his office. He never does this, so I was afraid he had somehow discovered the missing funds. He had. He said he could have me arrested, but he would give me a chance to pay it back if I would do it now and pay all of it.

There was no way I could pay it all back at once. Dan was upset and ordered me to get back to work and he would call me later. A couple of long hours later he called me. "Go home tonight and tell your wife all about what you have done. I'll come over at 7:00 and talk with you both. I have a plan that might work.

I got home about 5:30 and Deb and I sat down and I told her everything. She was furious with me. I tried to tell her it was the only way to save the house, but she just cried. The fear of me being arrested, losing my job, and going to jail was all too much.

Dan arrived promptly at 7:00. He sat down with us at the dining table. "I have a plan," he stated. "That will keep you out of jail, and keep your job, if you agree to it and follow it just as I say." We both said, "of course, anything."

"Anything, I like that attitude. It will take that to keep you out of jail. I have solid proof of your embezzlement. I will turn it over to the police in the morning if you don't agree to and follow my plan."

We were all ears, so Dan laid it out. "I will gradually pay back the total amount you embezzled, a little each month, until it is all paid. I will decide on how much I pay back each month, and you will deposit it back into the company accounts, so nothing will ever be tied to me. I'll give you all the evidence I have against you when it is all paid off."

At first we couldn't believe ourselves, what a wonderful thing! Then came the catch. "You, of course will have to something for me. Deborah, you will be avaliable to me for whatever I ask. George will help by keeping the youngren, or doing other jobs, as I need. Do you understand? Any questions?"

Deb asked, "what is whatever?" Dan moved over close to her, put his hand on her shoulder, and the other one on her breast, and said, "whatever." Dan moved back and said, "you talk it over, but if I leave here without your agreement to this, I will call the police tonight."

We were startled, we never expected this. To start with, Deborah is an attractive lady in her early 50's, Dan is 40 at best. We have been married several years. She was a virgin when we got married, all but one of our three youngren are out of the house, and he is in college. The big thing is that Deborah is very conservative.

We talked it over, she said "what can we do," over and over, finally she said, we'll have to do it. I was pretty much quiet. We looked at Dan and Deborah said, "it looks like we don't have a choice."

Dan stood up and said, "Well, then, it's a done deal." We all shook hands on the agreement. Then Dan said, "George, unbutton Deborah's blouse and take off her bra." I did as told. Deborah was shaking, and I was too.

Dan had Deb stand up and he kissed her and fondled her breasts. Then he sucked on one, and then the other. He then told her to sit down and unbutton his slacks. I knew what was coming. I knew she wouldn't do it. She never would suck me off, certainly she wouldn't him. But what choice did she have?

He had her take his dick out and lick it. Reluctlantly, she complied. He then had her suck his balls, licking up the shaft of his penis, and he then told her to take it in her mouth. She hesitated.

"Do it, or I call the police now!" he said. As she took him in her mouth and started sucking on it as he was giving instruction, he told both of us, "Any hesitation, or non-compliance to anything I ask, and I call the police. Understand? Until it is all paid off. Understand? You should be in jail."

I watched as his dick grew larger in Deborah's mouth. He was larger than I am. He held her head as he said, "I'm about to cum, and you better swallow it." I could tell when he was cumming as he held her head and told her to hold her lips tight against his dick as he pumped his cum inside her mouth.

She swallowed, and some of his cum dripped down to her breasts. He had me to lick it off her breasts. "Get what you need for the night, you'll spend it with me, my wife's out of town. George can pick you up in the morning."

Deborah stood, still in a state of shock, and started to put her bra back on. Dan told her to leave it and her blouse off and hurry and get anything she had to have. Then they were off.
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My wife was taken to my boss's house after he had made us commit to that horrible agreement - but it kept me out of jail. Deborah called me from his house.

She had been taken there to spend the night. She was not allowed to take any bra or panties, in fact she rode over with him topless after she had sucked his dick and swallowed his cum.

Deborah asked if I could hear her plainly. I said I could. She had laid the receiver down and was speaking in the room. Dan wanted me to hear what was happening. That was all she said.

I then heard Dan telling her to take off her skirt and panties. He told her she was a good wife and slut for doing exactly what he said. I knew that soon my wife was going to be fucked by someone other than me for the first time.

She had already swallowed someone's cum for the first time. She never had done that for me in our 30 years of marriage. Yes, Deborah is a mature woman, 53, still quite good looking. I couldn't believe this was happening to us. But, it was my fault for embezzling from the company.

If I only knew then what we both were going to have to do to keep me out of jail. My sweet wife would be fucked not only by my boss Dan, but by mant other men as well. She would be used as their sex slave whenever and wherever they wanted her.

And that would not be all. I heard Dan say "lay on the bed and spread your legs. You are my slut now. You will be my whore. Do you understand?" Deborah, through tears and sniffles, said, "yes." She had to.

"I am now going to fuck you and cum inside you," Dan said. I knew that was for my benefit - ***. "Tell him what's happening." "He's in me. He's fucking me." I could hear sounds of probably his balls slapping against her ass.

"Tell me you're a slut. Tell me you're a whore. Say it!" "I'm a slut, I'm a whore," she said with a trembling voice. "That's right. Remember that, both of you!" Dan said. After a while I heard him say, "Tell George what I'm doing." Deb said, "honey, he's cumming inside me."

"Now get down here and suck the rest out," I heard Dan say. "Goodnight, George, pick her up at 6:30 in the morning. Sharp, not early, not late. Got that!" He hung up the phone.

Yes, I had gotten it all. I wondered what would happen through the night. I hated that I had down this to my wife. I was upset that I felt a twinge of excitement as she was being fucked - used for his pleasure.

The next morning I arrived at Dan's exactly on time. I was dressed for work and had brought some things for Deborah. As I rang the doorbell, Dan yelled, "Come in." I opened the door and entered his house. Dan said, "come back here." I walked toward Dan's voice and came to his bedroom. The door was open.

"Come on in," Dan said. Deborah was lying nude on his bed. He was naked also. "Tell your husband what you want him to do." Deborah looked at Dan as if she was pleading with him. "Tell him."

Deb looked at me and said, "come over here and eat my pussy." I could see tears in her eyes and I knew she was powerd to say it. I also knew I had to do it. In front of Dan. As I moved between her legs and began to lick, I could tell he must have just fucked her. His cum was dripping out of her hole.

"Tougue it deep," she said. "Get it all." I knew this must be rehearsed. I did as she said. When I finished, Deb said, "that's not all." She turned over, sticking her ass in the air. "Lick and tongue my asshoe," she said, her head muffled in the pillow.

"I don't think he heard you," Dan said. Deb turned her head to me and said, "lick and tongue my asshole. There's cum in it for you. Just do it, now." I bent down to her ass. I licked her ass and her hole. I then stuck my tongue it. "Deeper," she said. I did.

When I finished, Dan spoke. "Deborah will get ready for work now. You sit here and wait for her while I get breakfast. Did you enjoy yours?" Deborah got up and went into the bathroom. She showered quickly, and did her hair and makeup. "I brought you some things," I said.

"I don't need them," she replied. "I brought my makeup with me last night along with some other things. But, I'm wearing what Dan picked out today." She came out of the bathroom dressed in the skirt she wore last night, a nice denim one that came a few inches above her knees, a pink sweater that buttoned in the front, and her black loafers.

What was noticable was, she had no hose on, and no bra. And no panties, I was to find out. Let me tell you about Deborah. She teaches school (history) at the local high school. She is very conservative. She has never dressed without a bra before.

She has auburn, reddish, hair and 36D breasts (or 38D) she has bought both sizes, depending on the bra. She is a little overweight, maybe 10 lbs. Her hips are probably 36, I'm really not sure. Her waist is probably a 30.

The point is, her skirt was fine, except that she had no panties on. Her sweater was fine, except she had no bra on. As she walked, her tits bounced all over the place, and her nipples were clearly visible.

I was speechless. "Just take me to work," she whispered. "We have no choice." She gathered her things and we left. As she got out of the car, I knew that all the boys and the teachers would be staring at her. What was going to happen next.
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Deborah went into the school building dressed ok, but without a bra or panties, and her skirt a little short, just as Dan, my boss had told her to. I dropped her off and then went to work.

Deborah called me from school telling me how she was oogled by the students and fellow teachers due to her tits bouncing as she walked and her nipples pointing through her top.

She told me that she had gone into the principal's office and bent over as Dan had instructed her to (I didn't know he had told her to do this). As she had carried on a normal conversation about the new text books, she noticed that his eyes were fixed on her cleavage and wondered if he could see her nipples as her top hung down and her titties were hanging down too.

She had also bent over a few times as she was teaching as Dan has instructed her, especially near the older male students. The rest of the day went alright, though she was self conscious about the way she was dressed.

She told me that Dan was picking her up and taking her home, so I did not have to worry about her. I knew what that meant, he would be fucking her again. She gets out of school at 3:30 and I get off work at 5:00. I kept thinking about what Dan was doing with her while I worked. She was keeping me out of jail, but we were both paying the price of my embezzlement.

I got home about 5:20. Dan's car was in the driveway. I wondered what the neighbor's thought. I could hopefully explain it away. I came into the house and I could hear them in the bedroom.

I walked in, as the door was open, and Deborah was on top of Dan, riding his dick as another man I work with was presenting his dick to her mouth. They were all naked. Deborah was having trouble sucking his dick as Dan fucked her. I could see her pussy stretched out over his dick clearly as he pumped into her and she rose, he nearly coming out of her pussy, and then she would go down as he would thrust up into her.

I was embarrassed as now Dan had involved someone else and my wife had to take them both. I wondered how many others knew and how many she would have to fuck. Steve then held her head as she sucked him. After a while, Steve moved around behind my wife and spit on her ass.

I was afraid of what was going to happen. I didn't think they even noticed me as I was standing just barely in the room, until Dan yelled out, "why don't you get closer and see your pretty wife get two cocks at once!"

I moved closer and Dan told me to pull up a chair nest to the bed. I got the chair from the small dressing table and moved it next to the bed just as Steve placed his dick on Deborah's asshole and began to push in. I could see Deb's eyes close and her teeth clench as he slowly entered her.

I marveled how she could take it, one big dick in her pussy, and another in her ass. Dan's thrusts had slowed as Steve fully entered her ass. Slowly at first, and then picking up speed, they both fucked her.

Her tits were hanging over Dan. He would suck one hard as Steve would squeeze the other tightly, and then they would switch. Once Steve grabbed both of her tits as he fucked her ass, slamming into her. She cried out as he did, and I could see tears running down her cheeks.

Steve let go of her tits and Dan took up with sucking one and then the other. Steve then grabbed her hair, pulling her back into him as he fucked her ass hard. She cried out again and more tears flowed.

Dan shot his cum in her and Steve followed shortly after by emptying his load in my wife's ass. He pulled out of her, and Dan held her waist and moved her to the side as he too pulled out. She was right next to me on her hands and knees, when she said, "Come here, and put your head under me."

I knew Dan had made her say this, rehearsing it for when I came home. But, I had to do it too. I moved under her, my face right under her pussy. She sat down on my face, moving her ass over my mouth. "Tongue it," she said. I did, tasting Steve's cum and her ass juices.

I could hear Dan say, "Deborah, clean me up." I knew she must be sucking him clean. Then Steve told her to clean him. I knew she was tasting exactly what I was. "Now, open up and push," Dan said. I then got a large plop of cum, etc., in my mouth.

I coughed and moved away, when Deborah said, "you're not finished, swallow and take care of my cunt." She moved her pussy to my mouth and I licked and sucked her. She lifted up and pushed some more cum out. Dan and Steve watched as the cum fell into my open mouth.

As Dan and Steve dressed, Dan said, "you're a good man, George," as they both laughed. Then, "Friday, babe," as they left.

When the door closed, Deborah pulled her knees to her chest and began to cry. I said, "I'm so sorry." My wife responded through her tears, "you don't understand, Friday I become a whore."
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After Deborah was DP'ed by Dan and Steve as I was powerd to watch, she showered and we both went to bed silently. We were both wondering what Dan had meant when he had told her she would become a real whore on Friday.

The next day, Thursday, went very much the same. Deborah wore a skirt to school, no panties, a buttonup thin sweater, no bra. The conservative Sunday School teacher, school teacher, wasn't exactly looking the part.

As she left for school, she asked me how she looked. I knew she wanted some assurance that she didn't look too slutty. She had a black skirt on, medium length, a pink sweater, thin, buttonup, black shoes with slight heels, that was all. "Alright," I said. "I have to unbutton the top button whe I talk to an adult," she said. She left.

Her nipples were clearly prominent thru the sweater, her tit could be seen from the side, and if she bent over at all, from the top. Her skirt clung to her ass, drawing attention to it. Dan was picking out her clothes. I just hoped she didn't get fired.


Friday finally came. We had both been silent for two days. She got a call about 5:30 from Dan. She was to put heavy makeup on, naked, while I watched, then put on the short black fabric skirt Dan had bought her, and the sheer white blouse he had picked out from her closet. She was to wear the highest heeled shoes she had, which were some gold ones we had bought on vacation a few years ago, and meet him in the parking lot of a local motel in 30 minutes.

She left. She looked slutty. She had only worn the blouse over a camisole and with a bra before. Tonight she had nothing on underneath. I got a call from Dan about 45 minutes later. "Hurry, and get over here quickly," he said. The motel was only about 10 minutes away and I did as he said.

I saw his car in the parking lot and he motioned for me to come over. I parked and got in the passenger side. I had noticed Deborah's car in the parking lot. "Watch room #22, upstairs," he said. "Deb will coming out in a little bit." We waited, silently, watching the door, or at least I was, Dan may have been watching my reaction.

In what was a little bit, but seemed forever, Deborah came out. She walked down to past the stairs, down to another room and knocked. The door opened, and she went in. Finally, Dan spoke, "Your wife just fucked a man she has never seen before for $100, and is doing the same thing right now with someone else."

"Go get in your car and watch and wait, she isn't through. I set it up. I'm going to get some beer, you want something?" Dan laughed as he spoke. "No," I said, then I said, "maybe some water." I didn't know if I could keep anything else down.

In about 45 minutes, Deborah came out and walked down the stairs, she hadn't fully buttoned her blouse. Her tits bounced very freely as she walked. She knocked on another room and went in. Dan showed up and gave me three bottles of water.

"She'll be out when he finishes with her. Walk over to the room and see if you can listen thru the door or see anything through the window. Stay there until she comes out." I did as he said. I could barely see anything, but Deborah was sitting on the bed, naked, and sucking his dick.

When she laid back, I clearly saw him move between her legs. I moved to the door, could only hear muffled voices, and some bed squeeking. He must have been giving it to her hard. I knew that I must look like a pervert standing outside, but Dan was still there watching.

Finally, Deborah came out. I moved to the side, but she saw me. "I can't believe it," she said. "I have to go back upstairs." She left. Her blouse had been totally unbuttoned and she didn't even seem to care. I felt her disdain and both our offense.

I walked back to my car. Dan came over. Deborah had knocked on a room upstairs. "A couple of college students," Dan said. "I took them some beer. They're hot to fuck the hell out of your wife!" He went on to tell me to stay in my car, that Deborah would be in the room for a long time, as some of their friends were coming over after they finished with her.

Dan unzipped his pants and took out his dick. He told me to undo my pants and pull them and my underwear down to my ankles. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm not queer. But you can suck my dick. And when I cum, don't drop any of it, or Deb will pay for your fuck-up again."

I bent over and took his dick in my mouth. I had never done anything like this before and I hesitated, but I knew I didn't have a choice. "Deb only has to make $1,000 tonight," Dan told me as I was sucking. "She'll be in that room until she makes it. I don't know how much the boys are charging their friends, or how many of them there will be. That's not my concern. I'll get my money in a little while. I'm about to cum." He held my head as he pumped his cum in my mouth. It tasted salty, sticky,I didn't drop any of it.

Dan got out of my car and walked up to the room. In a few minutes, he came back, money in hand. As he counted out 10 $100 bills, he told me, "you better wait until she leaves, I think she may need your help to get down the stairs." I waited as I watched two and three guys at a time go up to the room.

Dan was right, my wife Deborah was a real whore now......
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After the motel episode, Dan left Deborah alone for a few days. She needed it. She was sore from the fucking the college guys had given her. I still wasn't aware of all she had gone through, but I know there was some double penetration and plenty of anal.

On the next Tuesday Dan called Deborah with instructions as to how she was to dress again. I told her that this had gone too far and I was calling a stop to it, even if it meant jail for me. She just seemed somewhat numb at my announcement. OK, it was way too late, but I had to do something.

I went into the office and talked to Dan. "This is all over," I said. "It has gone too far. Send me to jail or whatever, but its over."

"I don't think so," Dan replied. "You bet I'll send your ass to jail. You'll lose the house and everything you've got. Deborah will still have to work as a pro, and I'll send the pics to her school and to your kids and family."

I was speechless. "What pics?" I asked.

"We've got a full length movie of the motel room with the college kids. Quite interesting. You want to see it? I imagine Deborah's principal would be interested, and the school board, as well as your kids."

"You're lying, you don't have any pictures at all," I retorted. With that Dan put a DVD in his computer.

"Come around this side of my desk and get a good view," Dan said. I could see Deborah on top of a blond haired man, maybe 20 yrs old. She was riding his dick for all it was worth. Several other young men stood around the bed with their dicks out. She bent down and took a particularly large black one into her mouth as she was ordered to suck it.

One very young looking kid with black curly hair moved behind her and began fingering her asshole. I watched as he replaced his finger with his (gratefully) somewhat smallish dick. She was servicing three at a time.

Dan broke my silence with, "she takes a big one in the ass a little later. But hell, you can have a copy. I've got several. Still want to go to jail?" I was silent. I knew he would do everything he said.

"Please don't send this tape to anyone," I pleaded. I knew it would destroy Deborah if our kids saw it, or her parents.

"Call her up," Dan demended. I called Deborah on her cell. Even though she was already at school, she answered it since it was from me. I never call her during class unless it's an emergency.

I told her Dan wanted to talk to her. The tape was still playing. He turned the sound up. "Hear that?" Dan placed the phone near the microphone. The guys were yelling, "fuck the bitch, yea, she's got a sweet ass for a whore. Tell us whore, you're married, right? You must love this young cock. Tell us what you want!" I could easily hear Deborah on the tape saying, "fuck me, fuck me, give it to me hard."

Deborah was crying when Dan handed the phone back to me. He had talked to her for quite a while longer while he had me go to his private restroom and wait until he wa finished. "I've got to do some things," Deborah mumred, obligation through her tears. "Don't come home until after eight. We'll have some company earlier...and later," she said.

She hung up. Dan looked at me, "you're pathetic. You better do what she said. You've just made it worse for the both of you now."

I was to later learn that she was to seduce her principal, get him to come over to our house, and fuck him in our bed. Her principal was a little older than her and a real jerk. We both had jerks for bosses. I didn't doubt that he would go for her easily. He always bordered on being inappropriate with the female teachers.

I stayed at work late, then went out to eat afterward, taking my time, waiting until eight when I could go home. I wondered what awaited me there.

There were no cars in the drive except Deborah's when I arrived. She was in the shower. She said nothing to me when I spoke to her. Her eyes were like in a daze. She was hurt, angry, and silent. Still, I knew she would go through whatever Dan had told her to do. She would do anything to keep that tape from our youngren. What I didn't know at the time was that her principal had just left our house.

He had been calling her to his office for any excuse over the last couple of weeks, since she had been dressing as Dan had told her to. She told me that Dan had instructed her to do whatever it took to fuck her principal that afternon. She had an aide watch her class, went into the restroom and removed her bra and panties. She walked to the principal's office and just opened his door and went right in.

He was sitting at his desk and was surprisd to see her. She bent over his desk, giving him a view of her tits. She was talking about text books again, but watched his eyes, they were fixed on her tits. She moved her hand up and unbuttoned tow buttons. Now her tits were in full view.

Doug didn't know what was going on, but liked it none the less. He reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing it and pinching her nipple. Then he did to other one the same. Deborah just kept on talking text books as if nothing were happening. She didn't know what to say. She just knew that she had to fuck him and was willing to do whatever it took.
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She moved around his desk, sitting on the edge, right in front of him. As she sat down, her skirt moved up on her thighs some. She parted her legs, showing him her pantyless pussy. He stared for a moment, not believing his luck. Deborah just kept talking about textbooks.

Doug moved his hand up her thigh and his finger into her pussy. He fingered her for a while, and then stood up. She knew he would fuck right in his office, but Dan had instructed her to fuck him in our bed. She stood up, rubbed his now hard cock through his pants and said, "I'll be home by four, can yo come over and play?"

Doug didn't know why he was getting so lucky, just that Deborah had really been dresssing sexy lately. He wasn't about to ask any questions and risk messing this up..... He was at our house, pulling into our driveway, before Deborah got the garage door closed.

She walked around to the front door and invited him in. He immediately pinned her to the wall, fondled her tits and ass, dry humping her right in the foyer. Deborah pushed him back, saying, "not here, let's go in the bedroom." If she was going to fuck this lecherous man, she was going to do it exactly as she had been told to by Dan.

She was unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt as she walked to the bed. She wanted to get this over with quickly. She stepped out of her shoes, her skirt dropped and she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. She pulled her blouse to the sides, revealing her full tits. Doug had his dick out and was climbing between her legs immediately.

His dick was long and skinney, and he had more pubic hair than she had even seen. He stuck it in her quickly and began to fuck her as if there were no tomorrow. He reached his hands under her ass, squeezing her mounds. He sucked one tit and then the other. He came quickly, shooting his cum deep within her. He had left soon after, telling her he would see her tomorrow.

About 8:30 Steve drove up. Carl was with him. Steve was not a bad guy, even though he was best friends with Dan, even though he had fucked my wife. Carl, on the other hand, was sickening to me. I really hated him. He had kept me from getting a promotion, and in general was highly critical of everything I did.

Come to think of it, Steve is a jerk! Just compared to Carl, he's not so bad. When Steve and Carl arrived, Deborah came out of the bedroom. She had been getting ready. She had fixed her hair, put on fresh makeup, and dressed...in thigh-high fishnet garters and a black garter belt, a silk red corset with black lace trim, no panties. She had shaved her pubic hair all except for a patch right above her pussy. The corset pushed her breasts up, but didn't cover her nipples. She looked like a dream.

"Looks light you've got the couch," Steve said to me. "We've been invited to spend the night." As he and Carl started to the bedroom, he said, "do go out and get us some beer. Bud Light for me, and Coors for Carl. Deb, what do you want?"

"Smirnoff light," she answered. She was accepting her new life.
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Steve and Carl had taken Deborah back to the bedroom. I was on the couch watching TV, or trying to. I knew they would be fucking my wife because of my indiscretion of embezzling the money. But hadn't she done enough? Obviously not. I could hear sounds from the bedroom.

It was driving me crazy, knowing they would have her all night and I got the couch. After several minutes, Steve called out for me to bring them beer. I brought one Bud light, one Coors, and one Smirnoff, just like they ordered.

When I got in the bedroom, Deborah was on her knees in the bed, Steve was taking her from behind. Carl was in front of her on his knees. I was confused at first, but I realized that he was making my wife lick his ass! I really hated him. My anger rose. Carl saw it and knowing I couldn't do anything about it or I'd make it worse, rubbed it in.

"Like watching your wife, I mean my whore, get fucked while she licks my ass?" Carl snickered. "Deb, tongue out as far as you can, rim around my asshole, babe. That's it, now stick it in, do it now!"

Steve grabbed her hair, "fuck his ass with your tongue, honey. Hold it out and stick it in and out, oh, yeah!" Steve was fucking her hard, his big balls slapping my wife's ass, holding her hair, keeping her head in the best position for her tongue to go into Carl's ass.

"Sit down and watch," Steve ordered me. I pulled up the chair I had sit in over a week earlier, watching my boss Dan and Steve DP Deborah. "I'm cumming!" he announced. "Oh, what a big load!" as he emptied it into my wife's pussy. I'm sorry, I'm to call it her cunt from now on.

Steve took the beer I had brought him and keeping his dick in Deborah's cunt, held her by the hair and pushed her face into Carl's ass. "Back up into her, Carl. Deborah, get him deep and suck you bitch!" Steve ordered as I saw tears fall down her face.

"That feels so good!" Carl yelled out. "Keep up the good work whore!" Steve pulled out of Deborah, walked around to her face, pulled her hair and commanded her to suck his dick. "I'm sorry, Carl, but I needed to use her mouth," Steve said.

"That's OK," Carl voiced. "I need to use her ass." Carl moved around behind Deborah, spit on her ass a couple of times, stuck his finger in her ass, and ordered me to come over. "Suck this," as he stuck his finger up to my mouth, "taste your wife's ass juices." I suck his finger as he asked. "Now suck my dick!" he ordered. I got down on my knees and took his dick in my mouth. I tried to get it as wet as I could to ease the power on Deborah's ass.

Carl pushed me away, "like that a little too much, don't you?" I didn't. I hated it. I hated Carl. I hated what I brought on my wife. I sat back down. Carl pushed his dick into Deb's ass with one hard shove. She cried out, but he didn't care. He fucked her hard. "I'm literally going to fuck the cuckolds brownie out of your wife, and you can't do anything about it George!" Carl vehemently stated.

Steve had taken his dick out of my wife's mouth and was slapping his semi-hard erection on her face. "George, why don't you be a good boy and suck my cum out of your wife's pussy hole?" Steve told me. I got down between Carl's legs and stuck my head between Deb's legs and tried to eat her out. Carl's banging of her ass made it really hard, but I tried to keep my tongue in her cunt and suck the cum out.

I moved away and sit back down, watching Carl continue to assault Deborah's ass. He was holding on to her tits and pulling his dick almost out and plunging it back in. Then he tighted his grip on her tits even more and increased the speed on his thrusts. I hoped he would cum soon for her sake.

"Damn, I'm cumming whore!" Carl yelled. He held his dick in her ass as he shot his filthy load in her. There was a moment of relaxation almost, and the he ordered me to lay on the bed and Deborah to sit on my face so I could suck her ass while she sucked his dick.

Ass to mouth for both of us, I thought as I ate his cum out my wife's ass. Carl is a worse bastard than I thought. "You've cleaned me up real good, whore," Carl said to my wife, "but I've got to piss. Hold him down with your ass, wife. Don't move George. Don't move at all. Hold your lips real tight whore wife," I could hear Carl say.

"No, no!" I struggled to say, but Carl was pushing down on her as she sat on me. Steve came around from behind and held my arms to the bed. "Please don't use my wife as your toilet," I frantically thought. But I could hear Carl saying, "swallow it all and you won't mess up your pretty sheets."

The mister of a bitch was pissing in her mouth and making her swallow it.

Some of his piss had run down her face, down her tits, and stomach and was dripping on my forehead. When he released her, she was gagging and ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"You can leave now. She'll be spending the night with us. We will be gone in the morning. She'll have to be at the office by 4:00pm tomorrow, though. Dan has arranged a party and your wife is the favor!" Carl reveled in telling me. "But before you get back to your TV, bring us some more beer, these have gotten warm."
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The next morning after the men left our house, I went in to see Deborah. She was lying in our bed with the sheet pulled up. She said, "you probably know what you are to do, so lick me clean and then let me relax. I've taken off work and set the alarm for noon. I'll relax better after you make me cum from eating me out."

She closed her eyes and relaxed while I lifted the sheet and started with my familiar duty, eating the cum of the men she had fucked. I could tell she was getting aroused. She moved her hands to my head and pulled me even tighter into her pussy. I knew she was going to climax soon. "Tonque me! Suck me! Eat their cum!" she cried as she climaxed. This new life and all this fucking has gotten to her.

I left for work. When I got there, I knew something was up, the office was buzzing, but I was left out of the loop. All I knew was that Deborah was to be here at 4:00 pm, as Carl had said.

The story from Deborah's side:

I woke up when the alarm went off at noon. I had slept in the nude, something I had never done before. I hated George for getting us into this, but I knew that we would remain married, and that I still loved him although I was in shock and numb, and angry.

And something else. For some time, I have been getting wet and tingly thinking about the men who are going to fuck me. I hate that I do, but I do. I will never admit it, but Steve knew that I climaxed when he shot his load inside me this morning. What's happening to me?

I also climaxed at the motel with the young students. Such hard dicks, and they wanted me! I'm 53, they're 18, and they find me attractive? I'd like to think that, but its probably just the need of a hole to cum in. They certainly used mine! When I was riding the black young man with the big dick (it did feel good), the young man with the dark curly hair took my ass, and a blond haired handsome student stuck his dick in my mouth. It was all I could do to keep it in.

It kinda went like that all night. Pulling my hair back and fucking me real hard, pinching my tits, sucking them, fucking me. I really lost count of how many of them there were. But I know that most took me more than once. I also knew that I had cum more than once, although I tried not to.

"Took me." That's the right phrase. I had certainly been taken a lot. I didn't want any of this, but what could I do? Oh, God! If that tape even got to my youngren. No way. I couldn't let it happen. I wouldn't. I will do what they want and hopefully they'll tire of me and I can get back to my life.

Oh, no! I'll have to fuck my principal forever! He insisted that we get together today, but I took off. I told him I'd see him tomorrow. Maybe when this is over, I can quit, get another job, in another town, maybe.

Well, at least this afternoon I get treated. Dan has arranged for a massage, facial, hairdo, makeup, and nails (fingers and toes)! I'll be at the spa until I go to George's office. Dan is even sending some new clothes to me at the spa. Might as well make the best of a bad, no! Horrible, situation. I wonder what Dan will make me do at the office?

Deborah's husband, George, now tells the story:

It's almost 4:00 and I have been told to stay in my office. The break room is off limits. I have noticed that several of my collegues have gathered in the break room. I hear some commotion and look out my window. Dan is escorting Deborah to the break room. She looks like a million! She is wearing a beautiful red dress, very low cut. She must have on a pushup bra, her tits are about to fall out. The dress is slit up the side, and I can tell she has on thigh-high hose and a garter.

The dress is too short for her. She looks like a hooker! Steve takes my wife into the break room and closes the door. A few minutes later my phone rings. It is Dan. "Did you catch how great Deborah looks?" Dan asks.

"I did see her briefly," I respond.

"She's giving free blow jobs in the break room, but you're not invited," Dan laughed. "I understand that even some of the women are going to have her lick their cunts! Starting at 7:00, she'll be at the hotel. We've got reservations for the brass every 45 minutes until 11:30. After that anyone who wants to fuck her can go over. Not everybody knows she's your wife, but anybody gets to use her from now on, except, of course, when I'll have her do some special assignments. Just thought you'd like to know where your wife will be!" With that he hung up.

Deborah tells the story:

I can't believe that I felt so good about myself, and now I'm sucking off one of my husband's co-workers, while I don't know how many others are standing in line for me to do the same to them. Dan has had me to take off my dress (so I won't get cum on it!) He has taken my bra off, so my breasts are hanging free!

I think that every man, and, yes, one woman, has already sucked on my nipples, grabbed my ass, and felt my pussy. Of course, no panties, just a garter belt and "hooker" hose!

I'm now sitting down in a swivel chair with a towel thrown in it. I'm thankful for that, I don't think I could be on my knees as long as it will take me to get all these men to cum. I'm doing just as Dan has told me.

I lick their shaft, their balls, suck each ball, and then kiss the tip before the dick goes in my mouth. As I suck, I look the man in the eyes. I take him as deep as I can and talk dirty to him and stroke his dick each time I come up for a breath. If he is slow to cum, I am to suck my finger, deep throat him and stick one finger in his ass as I gently massage his balls with my other hand.

I'm so glad Dan thinks of me! I know I have to suck off everyone in the next two and a half hours because Dan is taking me somewhere and we have to leave at 6:30. And then there's that woman. The men are kidding her. She apparently is a dyke. But I've never, and I won't, I can't! But I have to....

Oh! He's cumming! I've missed some, it's droping on my tits..hold your mouth tight...swallow...don't think about what's going down your throat...try to enjoy it...I think that's all, I've sucked it all out. He just has to slap my face and tits with his dick. He'll mess up my makeup.

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Here I am, sucking off yet another man I don't know. He is number five, and the woman is next. He does have a nice dick, I really got wet as I licked it, flicking my tongue over the head, teasing it, before I took it through my lips into my mouth. I have sucked on it only a short time, but I think he is about to cum. I have swallowed the first four, with only a little of their cum dripping on my chin or onto my tits. I don't know if I can keep this up.

Being as matter of fact about as I can is the only way I'm going to get through this day. I wonder if he can tell what I'm thinking as I look into his eyes. Yea, here it goes, his eyes have betrayed him, he's about to cum. Lips tight, Deborah, swallow as he shoots and it'll be easier.

Now the woman, please, no. She's just another body, it doesn't matter. She's a little overweight, just like me. But she does look manly. That's it, pretend she's a man without a dick!

"Hi, I'm Amy," she says. "Let me help you with that cum on your chin, that's it, suck it off my finger. That's a good girl. I like the look of the cum on your tits, I'm sure there will be a lot more before the afternoon is over. Have you ever licked pussy, before, honey? Let's move to the restroom. These guys don't need to watch us play."

She takes my hand and we head for the restroom amid jeers and leers, and smacking of my ass by some of the men as we pass them. More that one cry out, "Not fair!, You got to see us."

Oh, God, keep it together, Deborah. I can feel the tears well up in my eyes. I'm in this restroom, dressed only in a garter belt, hose and high heeled shoes, cum all over my tits, standing as this dyke fingers my pussy.

"Put your foot on the toilet, I'm going to taste you," Amy orders. I am shaking as I do. "I like that, nervous, scared. It really is your first time, Isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," I tell her, tears now running down my face.

"Then I'm glad it's in a public restroom, with men who know you and your husband, standing outside the door, knowing what's going on. Men you've either already sucked off, or who you will shortly have to. Men who can fuck you as they want. Men whose cum you'll take as they please," Amy is hard.

Now she is on one knee, licking and tonguing my pussy. I think she likes that I'm crying as she's doing it.

"That was good," Amy says, looking me in the eyes. "Want to taste yourself?" It really isn't a question, as Amy holds my head and thrusts her tongue in my mouth, holding me, as her tongue explores mine. "Open your mouth wide," Amy orders. She spits in my mouth. Oh, what next?

"I think you'll have to be on your knees to do me," Amy says. She unzips her skirt, stepping out of it, and has me take her white full panties off. I can see that she is wet, as she orders me to lick it.

"Now stick your tongue in deep," she orders. Her juices taste sweeter and not as salty as the men. "You will learn to do this well. I'm Dan's assistant. He is such a pervert. He tells me I can have you when I wish. You will want to keep me very happy, understand? Now suck my juices!"

She begins to cum in my mouth and her juices flow. I think she'll never stop as I dutifully suck her cunt. I know she got off on humiliating me as much as she did me licking her.

"One more thing before you're through," Amy says. Dan has told me how well you tongue his asshole. Now, do mine very well, if you know what's good for you." Amy turns around and bends over, sticking her ass right in my face. I tongue and suck it as she orders.

George, Deborah's husband, now picks up the story:

Dan called me to let me know that Deborah had done OK sucking the men off, and that Amy, his assistant, had enjoyed her as well. And, oh, yea, he said, her jaws are sore! He laughed. Son of a bitch! It was more than enough that Deborah had to fuck the entire staff, but this dyke was too much.

I understood that Deborah was to be in one of the hotel rooms and that the company employees knew which one, and that a few select employees would have her to themselves, privately. After that, the room would be open for anyone to come in as they liked.

She was to "pull the train." That is she would have to fuck them all, as they took her, one after another. How many? I thought as I worried about my wife.

Dan called me later to tell me that he had taken a couple of pictures of Deborah and would email them to me. He called once later to say that things had gotten a "little out of hand" and that about ten of the men had waited patiently in line to fuck her, one after another. But, he went on to tell me, the others couldn't wait and were "ganging" her as we spoke.

Deborah was riding one man, while trying to give hand jobs to two others and suck yet another. He hung up as he told me that Manuel, one of the janitors, was trying to fuck her ass, and he wanted to see if she could take five men at once. He emailed me a couple of pictures he took at the hotel.

Dan brought her home about 4:00 am the next morning. She was wearing a hotel robe. Cum was all in her hair and on her face, tits, and all over.

"I told them I had to take her home, but they could all jack off on her before we left. You should have seen it! Cum going everywhere. I think they call it buk-kake. She looks pretty, don't you think?"
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Dan has called me and ordered me to come to the office after school. It will be the first time he's asked for me since the hotel room. I was so sore and I soaked forever before I got all the cum off.

It was so humilitating lying on the bed with my legs spread, the men lined up to fuck me one after the other. They even loved it when they saw me crying as they plunged their dicks in me. I am a hole, or holes for their use. I am a cum dump. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" they have me say to them. "I like it, you're so good, give me more!"

They laugh at me when I cry. I think it turns them on when I fetish on their dicks and their cum. One at a time wasn't enough. When they began ganging me all at once, I couldn't keep up. I tried to straddle one of their dicks while another pushed into my ass, and yet another was in my mouth. I couldn't keep up jacking them off with my hands as I was being fucked by three others. But every time I couldn't keep my hands going they would slap me so hard. Usually my ass, sometimes my tits, and even my face.

When the cum mostly soaked off, George could see how red and bruised I was. Make-up helped. My principal liked how heavy I was wearing it. It was all I could do to put him off until after school, he would have fucked me in his office.

My principal is a regular now at least twice a week after school at my house. And I am to call Dan and tell him the details of my fucking when George gets home. George has to lick me and eat all the cum out as I talk to Dan on the phone. And I do make George lick and eat me very well. I usually cum while he eats me and I am talking to Dan. Dan loves to hear my voice change as I do.

But is has been over two weeks since the hotel room and I am now walking into Dan's office. Amy, his assistant is with him. I thought I was past it, but I'm about to cry when I see her.

"Hello, Deborah," Amy says. "I saw the video of you hotel performance."

Oh! God! No! I am now crying, I can't stop.

"Isn't that sweet, Dan," Amy says. "Deborah likes her movie."

Amy begins to unbutton my blouse. I am just standing and letting her. I suppose I'll let anyone do anything. That will please Dan. Amy is now sucking on my nipples, one after the other, back and forth. "Raise your skirt, whore!" Amy orders as Dan looks on. She's beginning to rub my cunt. It's like I'm in a trance. Amy is kissing me, tonguing my mouth deeply. She is licking the tears on my face. She is pushing my shoulders down.

I don't even know how it is happening, really. It is like I'm in another world. I am now tonguing her pussy, sticking it in deep as she orders me. Now Dan's dick is slapping my cheek. I take it in. I hold it as I tongue Amy pussy some more. Amy sits in the chair. I'm on my hands and knees alternately licking, sucking, and deep tonguing her pussy. Dan is slapping my ass with his dick.

Dan is plunging his dick into me as my tongue goes deeper into Amy. She is holding my hair as her juices flood my mouth. Dan is depositing his cum in my cunt as I lick Amy clean.

"Stand up, Deborah," I hear Amy order. As I do, she hands me fishnet thigh-high hose and orders me to put them on. She then gives me a very short black stretch skirt to wear. I am then given a white button-up blouse. Amy has me put it on, but not button it. She ties it just below my tits in a knot. She completes my outfit with black high heels.

"Almost ready," she says. Dan walks over with a black leather dog collar with silver stars. He puts it on my neck and fastens it. I almost cry again. "You're crying will be all out after tonight," Amy smiles wickedly. Dan hands Amy a black leash. She clips it to the collar and leads me out.

I hear whistles and crude remarks as I walk out in front of Amy as she holds the leash. Most of them have seen me naked. Hell, most of them have fucked me.

Amy opens her car door has has me get in. "Raise your skirt before you sit down," she orders. "Spread your legs and play with yourself as I drive." She fondles my tits and cunt when we stop. I have no idea where we are going.

Amy pulls up in front of a nice looking bar. She takes my leash and has me walk in front again. When we get inside, I notice that there are only women, with the exception of a few obviously gay men who are serving takes. Oh! No! I'm in a lesbian bar and the slave of a dyke!

Amy sits down at a large table and has me stand beside her. Soon we are joined by several women. "It is Deborah's first," Amy tells the women. "We'll want to show her a good time." The women smile and nod. Amy pulls my leash and has me kneel beside her. "Show them all how good you are," she says as she pushes my head under the table.

One by one, I move around the table. One by one they raise their skirts, spread their legs, and hold my head tight to their pussys as I lick, suck, and tongue them until their juices flow into my mouth. I am given a sip of a take after each one, but I am not to get up until I do the five women.

I am finally allowed to sit next to Amy. "Isn't she a good slut?" Amy offers. They all agree. Amy hands my leash to the fat woman who had the smelly pussy. "Make her your bitch!" Amy says I am lead to the restroom. Along the way, the woman points to a young girl and motions with her finger for her to follow.

Once in the restroom, the woman takes me to a stall. The young girl of about 20 years, I guess, sits on the toilet as she takes down her panties. I can feel my skirt being raised, and turn just in time to see the fat woman has a strap-on! She pushes it into my cunt with no mercy. She pinches my tits, pulls my hair, and calls me every degrading thing she can think of as my face to pushed into the young girl and I am expected to make her cum.

One by one, the other four women repeat the same. I am cried out now. Nothing else could ever be worse. I am thankful for whatever lubrication Dan's cum gave to me.

I am hurting all over, my knees are on fire, and my tits are red and bruised as Amy has me walk in front on her to the car. She drives as I play with myself as ordered. She stops alongside the street in a dirty, seedy portion of town.

"Get out," Amy orders.

"Why? What am I to do?" I ask.

"The entry fee is only $250," she says.

"What entry fee?"

"The entry fee to get back in the car so I will take you home," Amy explains. "See those women?"

I had noticed some women who looked like prostitutes walking around. It now dawns on me that I am to sell myself.

"Watch them," Amy said. "You walk around and try to get the attention of the men who drive by. Ask them if they want a date, and do whatever it takes to get the money. Now get out!"

As I walk along the sidewalk, the breeze blows on my bare pussy. My skirt barely comes to the bottom of my ass, and my tits are definitely hanging out above the tied blouse.

A blue car stops beside me. I walk over as he rolls the window down. "Want a date?" I ask. It is hard to even breathe as he drives away.
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The story told by her husband, George:

Deborah has now officially become a working prostitute. She told me of earning her first $250 Amy powerd her to make. She sucked and fucked her first "john" in his car while they were parked behind a building downtown. He gave her $100. She sucked on his dick as he drove around. He got harder and harder until some precum leaked out into Deb's mouth. She then pulled behind the building and she straddled his dick as he moved over and lay the seat back. He had her tits out the whole time and anyone walking by could have easily known she was fucking him.

She then walked the streets some more and picked up a "date" with two younger men who made her suck them both and swallow their cum. One of the men fingered her(she wasn't expecting this) as she sucked the other. She was commanded to hold her mouth tight as he shoot his big load down her throat. The second man jerked out and shot his cum on her face and tits before sticking it back in her mouth and making her suck him dry.

She then was finally able get a fat middle aged man to pick her up. He only had $60, but she gave him a suck and fuck anyway, just so she could go home. His dick was short and fat. He hadn't bathed either. It was hard for Deborah to get his dick into her pussy in the confines of the car. She could barely get him in, but he held her tight against his belly as they fucked. His mouth was right at her tits and he sucked and bit them as she rode him. He left red bite marks on her tits.

Amy has her working the streets now once a week at least, usually Friday nights. Amy has made me ride with them several times. She lets Deb out and we park and watch as she makes her "dates". The first time I saw her get into a car with a stranger, I shook. I was really worried. Just watching her walk along the street with her tits and ass mainly hanging out gets to me. When Deb bends over the car window, I know her tits are out and I have seen the men grab them as she sets up her "date".

Amy makes me buy Deborah's condoms. If she runs out, Amy tells her to go bareback, which she hasn't done, but I know that I better keep her amply supplied. Deb used 12 condoms last Friday, the most so far in one night. She also made over $800 that night. Amy gets all the money. Amy gives a cut of it to one of the local pimps for allowing Deb to work "his streets". The pimp, a tall black man, gets to fuck Deborah when he wants.

A couple of weeks ago the pimp fucked Deborah in the back of his car while Amy and I were parked across the street. He has a large, long, very black dick. Deborah came back to Amy's car after it was finished. Amy had me to eat his cum out of Deb. He hadn't used a condom. That's one of his 'perks'.

Last Wednesday, a night Deborah used to go to church, Amy had her to come over to her house. All I know is that they had some sort of lesbian party. Deb licked, sucked, and fucked the women and they fucked her. She came home with her pussy and ass both red and gaping. She said that women are worse than men.

Deborah has been gangbanged a few times, as Dan or Amy has set them up. The most she's done so far is eight men at once, and six women at once, in two separate gangbangs. Dan has told her that he is setting up a "huge" one for her, whatever that means. I got to go the eight man gangbang. Of course, I didn't get to have sex with my wife. I got to watch and "fluff" the men if needed. "Fluffing" is either sucking or hand stimulating the men to keep them hard.

They had Deborah start the gangbang by dancing for them and stripping. Then she was powerd to her knees and went around the circle jacking and sucking each of the men. She then laid down on the mattress, spread her legs and held her pussy open, as she asked, "who's first?" From then on, it was one in her pussy and one in her mouth at a minimum.

She started getting on top of a man as he lay down, so her ass was easily available. She did two in her pussy and two in her ass as well. I couldn't believe she could take two, but seeing is believing. Some of my fellow workers were there. A few of them had me suck their dicks after they did Deborah in the ass. I had to swallow some of their cum. That just made a little less for Deborah to swallow, or be pumped in her.

There's hardly a night when someone from the company doesn't call her for sex. She goes to their house, or often, they come to ours. They like knowing they are fucking my wife in our bed while I'm in the living room waiting for them to finish. They get pissed off if Dan or Amy has her out someplace else. Deb always has me eat her out after the men leave. Sometimes I even eat her out while they're watching. I think the men and Deborah alike get off watching me eat another man's cum out of my wife.

Deborah finishes the story:

I'm pretty much tired most of the time. Last night two men from George's work didn't leave until almost midnight. They DP'ed me and had me suck them and tongue their asses until I think I literally got all the cum they could possibly produce out of them. Besides having dicks and dildos up me all the time, I get to tougue a lot of asses. I was repulsed by it at first, but now it's just part of what I do. I do make George eat me out good after. I fall arelax after I cum.

I can make a woman cum hard and fast now. And I can even cum from a woman licking me. Amy has me wear a butt plug every day. She keeps getting them bigger and bigger. She says she wants my "gape" to be permanent. It does make it easier to take a big dick, or a big dildo. I often have to keep anal beads in my pussy. The combination makes me walk with my ass stuck out and my tits pushed out. The men all seem to love it, as well as Amy and her friends.

Next Saturay is the gangbang. Dan tells me he has got over 40 coming...and cumming. Oh, well, tonight I go to work on the streets again.
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