les histoires de chrislebo

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Air Travel Torment


Hurry up and wait. That's what airline traveling is these days. I only travel when I really need to. Looking around at all of these other people in the airport security lines this morning, many of these people look to be business travelers that do this quite often. We don't.

My wife Holly and I were flying on my company's account. I won a sales award for last month, and they wanted me to fly to the home office to receive the award, and they invited Holly along for a photo op. We were simply flying in, shaking some hands and having our picture taken, and flying back home the same day. With a same-day round trip, and both locations predicting hot and dry weather, we didn't bring any luggage at all, and no extra carryon luggage to haul around. Holly had her purse, and that's it. I didn't even bring a briefcase.

There weren't a lot of nonstop flights available, and we were lucky to get last-minute tickets on our 9:20 AM flight, so we made sure we got to the airport with plenty of time to spare. The lines at the security checkpoint were backed up more than I had anticipated, but we were still in good shape time-wise. I had time to watch the activity at the security checkpoint. Twice I heard the alarm go off, and I watched two men get pulled aside briefly while a security guard ran a wand over their bodies, before they were allowed to continue. As we finally got to the checkpoint, I put my shoes into a gray bin, along with my wallet, cell phone, keys, and pocket change. Behind me, I watched Holley remove her shoes and put them into the same gray bin, along with her purse.

I didn't anticipate any problem getting either one of us through security. We didn't look like terrorists, did we? We're both thirty years old, white, American citizens, no accents, well-spoken college grads, white collar people.

We're both attractive. I'm attractive, kind of. I was dressed in navy dress slacks, black shoes, and a white shirt. Comfortable, but appropriate for a quick photo.

Holly is attractive. Not a supermodel. To be truthful, she wasn't a supermodel even before she had the baby. She put on a couple of extra pounds, but she's not unattractive for a woman her age. She looks as wholesome as Mom's apple pie, like the small town midwestern mom that she is. Long straight dark-brown hair parted at the side, with cascading bangs. Large brown eyes. Full lips. Smooth skin. Five foot six inches tall, and a decent figure. Again, not a Vegas showgirl, but better than average legs, and a pretty respectable butt. I admit that it was her breasts that first really attracted me to her in college. Back then; they were nice larger B cups, firm and natural. That's pretty big. In porn stories you hear about D and DD busts, but in reality a B cup is pretty large on a young woman, a good handful. And since the baby, she's gone up to a C cup. Holly was dressed in a pink button collared blouse that was tapered to be tight around her waist, and navy skirt. Her smooth seamless pink bra was visible through her blouse, and she wore pantyhose under her skirt. Nothing that would attract a security guard's attention, right?

Right behind Holly stood a couple of guys that looked Arabic or Muslim or something. I saw them hanging back earlier, talking quietly to each other, and then they got in line behind us. If anybody was going to attract security's attention, it was they. Looking around the lines again, there were two pilots in the next line, and otherwise it was mostly male businessmen of various ages. Yep, I'd watch the Arabs guys.

But as soon as I walked through the metal detector and waited to retrieve my gray bin, I heard the alarm go off behind me. Holly had set it off. Her jewelry, perhaps?

A dumpy-looking guy appeared from my right with the electronic wand. "Step over here, please," he said to Holly. My wife obeyed, and stepped out of the line, to my right. I retrieved her purse and shoes from the bin, and stepped to the side, too. "Raise your arms up to your sides," he ordered. As Holly lifted her arms to her sides, making a cross, a large black security guard approached and watched along side of me.

The dumpy guard ran the wand up and down both of Holly's sides, from her knees to her armpits. Then he ran it behind her, starting at her knees and moving it up, close to her body. In fact, he bumped her butt with it, causing Holly to flinch. I looked around, and noticed a number of the passengers in line watching my wife get wanded.

The guard moved the wand to the front of Holly and moved it up, rubbing it against her belly, just above her crotch. Then he ran it up over her chest, near her breasts. The wand made a noise. He moved it around her chest, between her breasts, and under them.

"Are you wearing an underwire bra, maam?" The dumpy guard asked loud enough that anybody within ten feet could have heard.

"Oh... I suppose... um, yes I think," stammered an embarrassed Holley. She looked at me. The dumpy guard looked at the black guard.

I knew just enough about Holley's lingerie that she usually wore lightweight bras with little or no padding, and that there was some kind of wire curved under each cup to give some support. I was hoping that this explanation was enough for the guards, and that they would let us go. As I said, there was nothing unusual about Holly, nothing to attract these men's attention. Except...her breasts? Her tapered blouse did make her breasts stand out, and as I looked at her again, the blouse was really see-through. Would these guards really use their position and pick out a busty young woman just for a cheap sexual thrill?

The dumpy guard circled the wand around Holly's breasts some more, clearly making contact with her blouse. He ran it over the tops, the sides, and underneath. Now, I could see her nipples protruding though the fabric of her bra and blouse. She looked at me. There was nothing I could say.

The dumpy guard put the wand down. I caught the little smirk that he gave the black guard. The dumpy guard ran his hands up and down my wife's sides. Then he ran them along the sides of her breasts under her still-upheld arms, over her bra at the sides. Holly gasped.

I said nothing. I was thinking I should, but I didn't want to delay things further. I looked around. There were many passengers, both the ones that had just gone through security and were still gathering their belongings or waiting for others, as well as those that hadn't gone through the metal detector yet. Many were watching my wife getting felt up by a stranger. I could feel my face getting red, out of embarrassment and anger.

The dumpy guard moved both hands to Holly's front, just under her bra. He felt along the bottom of her bra cups, the back of his hands lifting her breasts. He started to turn his hands over and grab the bottom of her bra.

"Um..." I said.

Both guards looked at me, with an irritated expression.

"Is there a female guard that can do that?"

"She's on break," replied the black guard. The dumpy guard dropped his hands to Holly's waist. He rubbed his fingers along the outside of the waistband of her skirt. He ran his hands around to her lower back, and felt along her waist, his fingers grazing the top of her butt.

I stepped forward a foot to talk to the dumpy guard. "Hey..."

The black guard stepped in between us, and put his palm up to my chest. "Don't interfere."

I stepped back for a moment, as the dumpy guard slipped his hand inside of Holly's waistband, and rubbed her stomach. He then slid his hands behind her again, and pulled out her waistband, far enough for me to see the top of Holly's lavender panties.

"C'mon..." I protested.

"That's it, take her in," said the black guard to the dumpy guard. I again saw the dumpy guard smirk at the black guy. He looked at me, and then smiled at Holley.

"Take her where?" I asked.

"To be strip searched," he replied loudly.

The dumpy guard grabbed Holly by the arm. Holly opened her mouth wide, but no words came out. When the dumpy guard pulled her arm, she got dragged along.

I stood in shock for about five seconds, as the guard grabbed Holly's purse from the bin, handed her her shoes. Then as I watched the two guards walk away with my wife in arm, I caught up to them, and asked, "Who's going to do the search?"

The black guard replied, "You're in luck, here's Esther, back from her break." A large broad-shouldered middle-aged blonde woman in uniform approached, and walked along with the others. She seemed to know that her job would be to search Holly.

I prepared for a long walk into the subterranean part of the concourse. Instead, we only walked a few feet, down the main concourse area. There were some temporary partitions up around an indentation in the hallway. The partitions stood six feet high, and left a gap of nearly two feet at the bottom. Between two of the partitions was an entranceway, with a curtain hanging on a rod over it.

Esther led Holly through the entrance. Holly gave me one frightened look before Ester slid the curtain closed. Esther had left a gap in the curtain about three inches wide, and I could see into the room. There was a table against a column near where I stood in the aisle, and the male two guards stood around it, and emptied Holly's purse. They were both facing the curtain. I couldn't hear what Esther was telling Holly, but I could see Holly unbuttoning her blouse.

As my wife removed her pink blouse and handed it to Ester, I looked at the two guards next to me, who were obviously watching Holly disrobe, too. I considered telling the guards to close the curtain tighter, but I figured it would just give them an excuse to get closer to the door and watch Holly close-up.

Holly reached behind herself, unzipped her skirt, and wiggled it off of her hips. She stepped out of it, and handed it to Esther. I couldn't see too much through the small gap, but I could tell that Holly was standing in her pink bra, lavender panties, and pantyhose.

I looked back, and watched people walking down the hallway in both directions. Some were slowing down and looking at the curtain as they walked. They may not have been able to see much through the curtain gap, but at the partition bottom they could certainly see my wife standing shoeless in her pantyhose.

Holly wiggled out of her pantyhose, and bent over to step out of them. She nearly lost her balance, but eventually got them off of her feet and tossed them over to Ester.

I looked back at the two leering guards. They were too busy watching my wife strip to notice that I was looking at them. I saw the dumpy guard whisper to the black guard, "Tape's rolling," and nod his head up toward the ceiling. I looked above the partition, and saw what looked like a security camera attached to the ceiling.

"Are you videotaping this?" I asked them.

The guards looked at me and then replied. "No."

"Didn't you just say something about video?"

"No, I didn't."

"That looks like a camera up there."

"Uh, yeah, but it's not plugged in to anything."

That was a far as I could think to take that inquiry. Holly was pulling her bra straps off of her shoulders. Just as I couldn't believe I had just watched a couple of strangers publicly feel up my wife and couldn't do anything about it, I couldn't believe I was just standing there while the same men, and a woman, were watching her undress. I was angry, and embarrassed for myself as well as my wife. But I also noticed that there was a stirring in my groin, a tingling that gave away some involuntary arousal at watching others watch my wife strip.

Holly lowered her bra cups, swung her bra around until the back clasp was in the front, and unhooked it. It was a move I'd seen countless times, but never when others were watching. She handed Ester her bra. The room had plenty of light in it, and I could tell that Holly's breasts were bobbling naked, with little flashes of her white flesh, and her sizable dark areolas.

The guards were no longer rummaging through Holly's purse belongings. I looked back, and the two airline pilots that had been in the security line had stopped, and stood next to the guards. The older-looking of the two pilots whispered something to the dumpy guard, but all of them kept looking at the gap in the door. The younger pilot picked up Holly's plane ticket from the table, and read it.

Holly slid her panties down her hips. As she bent over to step out of them, I got a glimpse of her breasts hanging down and dangling. As she stood back up, I caught a look of her dark pubic mound. Holly had thick dark-brown pubic hair. For special occasions she trimmed it back severely, but never shaved it since I'd known her. Currently it was a pretty hairy triangle of pubes. It was shaved away from her thighs a bit. But it was still an impressive patch of dark-colored pubes, contrasting with the pale flesh surrounding it. Naturally she had no idea that she would be presenting it to anybody else this day, or maybe she would have trimmed it more.

Several other men had stopped, and a few more slowed to a crawl by the spectacle of the group standing around the curtain. Inside, Holly was turning her back to Esther, giving a glimpse of her bare ass cheeks. She bent at the waist, sorry mooning the group of men on the other side of the curtain.

I couldn't believe it. I had a semi-erect dick! It was hanging down my pants leg, and threatening to stand straight out. I was briefly afraid that someone else would notice, but nobody was looking at me. I kept looking at the other men, wondering if they could see as much or more as I was of my nude wife. I was also still wondering about the camera. Was this being videotaped, and if it were, who would later be seeing it, or getting copies of it?

Holly was now facing Esther again, and squatting. I could actually see her bare thighs and the bottom of her butt below the partition. So could everybody else walking by.
As Holly finally started to put her panties back on, the two pilots walked away. As did a couple of the other men, who noticed me giving them a dirty look. Not that they were afraid of me, as they were both smirking as they left. But the guards continued watching Holly as she quickly put on her blouse and button it, and pull up her skirt.

I looked at the time. We were in jeopardy of missing our flight. Damn!

When Esther exited through the curtain, she and the two guards simply walked down the hall back towards the security checkpoint. The curtain was wide open, and Holly had her back to the entrance, tucking her blouse into her skirt, and putting on her shoes. The contents of her purse were still dumped out on the table. I quickly scooped them up and dumped them back into the purse.

Holly walked out into the hallway. She looked like she was going to cry. I looked down, and was shocked to see that she didn't have her bra on under her blouse. The pink tapered blouse was quite transparent, and fit tight on her waist and chest. Anybody within a hundred feet would be able to see my wife's large dark areolas through the thin fabric.

"Where's your bra?" Were my first words to her.

"They wouldn't give it back. They said I couldn't get on the plane with it." Here eyes were vacant. She seemed to still be in a bit of shock over being strip-searched.

"The plane!" I said, looking at my watch. "Dammit! We gotta go now! C'mon!" I handed Holly her purse, and for the first time realized that she was holding her pantyhose in her hand. She quickly unzipped her purse and stuffed them in.

I grabbed Holly's hand, and we walked at an accelerated pace down the crowded tarmac towards the gate. It seemed to me that everybody walking the opposite way, as well as people standing along the sides, were looking at Holly, as if they knew that she'd just been stripped. But then I looked over to my right at her. Her braless breasts were jiggling up and down very noticeably as we walked at a rapid speed. And even from the side, I could see her left areola through her blouse. Shit! Everybody is staring at my wife's boobs! I didn't know what else to do, so we continued walking.

Holly stopped walking. I kept walking, and she broke free from my hand. "What?" I asked.

"I dropped my ticket. I just had it!" Holley looked around at the floor, and then quickly walked the other way, retracing her steps. Fortunately there was a thinning of the crowd. Holly spotted her ticket on the floor about sixty feet behind her, and trotted back to get it. She picked it up, and started running back to me. If I thought her boobs were jiggling before, that was nothing to the way they jumped and bounced as she ran. They were flying up under her blouse, and bouncing back down again. A black guy standing along the side whistled as she bounced by him. I wanted to yell at her to stop bouncing and calling attention to herself, but she quickly caught up to me, and we continued to the gate, amid more stares.

At our gate, I was relieved that the plane had not boarded yet, and all of the passengers were sitting and standing at the gate with their carryon luggage. All of the gate seats were taken, so Holly and I found an empty spot by the windows to stand. I left Holly there and approached the gate, to check on the flight's status. The man at the gate desk told me that we were delayed, but should be boarding in about twenty minutes.

As I looked back at Holly, I could see the outline of her braless boobs through the sunlight behind her. Her breasts may not have been quite as firm as they were pre-pregnancy, but they were still full and round, her nipples pointing straight out. There were several men standing around her, that I caught staring at her breasts. I returned to Holly, and my first words were, "Could you cross your arms or something?"

"Holly looked down at herself, and asked, "There's nothing I can do, I don't have anything to cover with. Does it look that bad?"

"Yes. You're getting stared at." My tone was too angry. Even though I knew my wife's exposure wasn't her fault, I still was mad that she didn't have better coverage. Why did she wear a blouse that was so see-through?

Holly did put her purse on the floor and cross her arms. That covered her nipples, but it pushed her boobs together, and pushed her bare cleavage up, out of the scooping top of her blouse.

I looked over at the gate. The man at the desk had been staring at Holly, but looked away when I caught him. There was now a uniformed woman next to him at the desk. She looked to be at least 60, and was not attractive. She was thin, bespectacled, had her hair up in a bun, and extremely wrinkly. She had a dour demeanor to her. And she was looking my way. I watched her watching in my direction for several minutes. I looked away, at all of the other men around me that were looking at my wife's chest. And each time I looked back at the gate, the uniformed woman was looking toward us. Then she exited the desk area, and walked toward us. She walked right up to Holly.

"You can't board the plane like that," said the stewardess, in a loud voice.

Holly froze for a second. "What?"

"You can't fly on this plane being exposed like that. You have to cover yourself."

Holly blinked a few times. The stewardess' loud voice had drawn even more attention to us. It sunk in to Holly that the stewardess was referring to her braless breasts. I could see her turn visibly red. "I, uh, I don't have anything else."

"You can't fly like that," repeated the bitch stewardess.

"They, they took my bra at security because..."

"What is she hurting?" I broke in.

"She's a distraction. It's not appropriate."

I was angry now. "Why do you care?"

The stewardess paused for a moment. "We received complaints."

"From who? Who would complain, and why is their business?"

"That's not for you to know. I have the right to refuse your admission on this flight."

"Please," begged Holly. "They just took my bra at security, and I don't have anything else. I'll try to cover up."

The Stewardess gave us both a scowl and she pause. "OK. But try to stay covered." With that the bitch walked away. I looked up, and now literally everybody at the gate was staring at my wife's braless breasts in her see-through top. All the bitchy stewardess did was bring more attention to them, and make me and Holly even more humiliated than we already were. We just stood there like we were on display.

That's when I spotted some familiar faces. Kurt, Alex, and Neal. They worked for my company. They were my sales competitors. Kurt was my age, a real obnoxious political backstabber. Taller than me and real good-looking, with big white teeth. It took some effort for me to be nice to him. Alex was a sales assistant and in his early twenties. A jock, as were Kurt and Neal. Neal, a big stocky guy, was a vice president, in his sixties, someone you needed to be on good terms with, and old school. I'd heard more than a few dirty jokes from him, and seen him flirting with the young girls.

When I spotted Kurt, he waved to me, and then got up and walked in our direction. The other two also rose and followed him. As Kurt approached, he spoke to me, but looked at Holly's chest.

"Hi, Kurt," I said. "Strange co-incidence, being on the same flight."

"Yeah, we're attending a seminar at the home office. Hello, Holley!" Kurt remembered my wife's name. The way he flirted with her at the last Christmas party two years ago, I shouldn't have been surprised. "Nice blouse."

Holley blushed, and stammered a quiet, "Thanks," looking at the three men staring at her chest.

"What are you flying for?" asked Kurt.

"Oh, we're having a photo op. I'm getting a sales award."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Congratulations. I can't wait to see the picture."

Kurt asked me about an account while Alex and Neal leaned in and talked to Holley, or at least talked to her chest.

Finally, we started boarding the plane. I realized that I was again semi-hard, though not as stiff as earlier. As we slowly walked to get in line, and then took a step every few seconds down the indoor ramp to the plane, I could feel my cock hanging down my boxers, and lightly touching my leg. The light friction sent more sensations through my groin, causing my anger to subside, and I thought about all of these men seeing my wife's nearly nude breasts. It was both humiliating and arousing. I was confused by the sensation, but since it was helping my anger subside, I let the feelings come, as I wondered how I would react to seeing an unknown woman nearly topless in an airport. I'd probably go home and secretly jerk myself off thinking about her. Or, bang my wife thinking about her.
"Hey! Hey!" It was all I could think to say.

The jet we were on didn't have a first class. As we entered the plane at the front, there was only one long section, with the bitchy stewardess and two male stewards. I glanced to my left, and looked in the open cockpit door. The pilot and co-pilot were the two men that had stopped to watch Holly strip. I hoped they didn't look back and see us, as I was embarrassed that they saw my wife get naked.

We had gotten our tickets late, and couldn't get two seats together. In fact the flight was so booked that all either of us could get were middle seats. At least we had gotten the two middle seats on the same row, a little over halfway towards the back of the plane. Holly's ticket was for the right side of the plane, and mine was on her left. As the people around us had carryon luggage to store and we didn't, we were able to take our seats right away. It seemed to me in all the hustle and bustle that a few of the businessmen around us were able to get some stares at Holly's chest. But there was nothing I could do about it. At least my three co-workers were together near the rear of the plane, so I wouldn't have to associate with those jerks.

Both Holly and me were sandwiched between two men. As I looked to my right at Holly, she was exhaling with her head back, trying to relax. The man on the aisle seat to her left was an older man with glasses. He seemed to be staring at her breasts. But the middle-aged man in the window seat to her right was flat-out leering at her breasts. He was sitting up with his torso turned to her slightly and staring at her chest, from no more than two feet away. I wanted Holly to cross her arms to cover herself, but I couldn't get her attention. The plane was too hot for me to get her a blanket. So I sat there and watched the two men ogle her nearly naked chest. I tried to look away and not think about it, but my eyes kept returning to my wife and her peepers, studying their eyes and their body language.

The plane taxied away from the gate, but then there was another delay, as we sat on the tarmac with the air conditioning off. We were explicitly told not to leave our seats, as we could take off at any moment. As Holly sat with her eyes closed, the window guy stared some more. Then, he folded his arms, holding his right hand outside his left arm, and leaned back. He kept glancing at Holly's eyes, and then back to her chest. It was hard to tell from the angle I was on, but he appeared to me to be leaning into Holly. He moved his shoulder closer to her, and to his left. I'd swear I could see her right breast move as he pressed the back of his hand on it. He was trying to get in a cheap feel of my wife! But I still wasn't completely sure. The older guy in the aisle seat was reading a magazine, but seemed to be taking quick glances at Holly from time to time. The window guy was now clearly leaning into Holly, and getting a touch of her breast with the back of his hand.

I was wondering what to do, to yell over or get up, when Holly finally opened her eyes and looked at the guy. He pulled his shoulder away from her. As Holly looked at him, he just looked back at her. He was talking to her now. Holly had her polite look on. I wished I could hear what he was saying. He wasn't being subtle with his dirty smirk and body language. He appeared to be flirting with her, if not actually hitting on her. I've seen that look in bars enough.

Holly and I have spent plenty of time in sports bars, house parties, and other takeing venues, and like many of our friends, came to some sort of understanding that the smart play when a guy hits on your girl is to let the girl handle it. Make it be her job to tell the guy that she was with someone else. It saves having testosterone displays and fights breaking out. Since I couldn't get up, I had to trust that Holly would handle things herself.

The plane finally took off. I continued watching Holly and her two admirers. The aisle guy had a wide stance, seeming to be pressing his leg into Holly's, but otherwise he was only looking, at her breasts and her legs. Holly's skirt rode up quite a ways as she sat - well past the halfway point of her thighs. I presumed that she didn't put her pantyhose back on just to get the hell out of the search room as quickly as possible, and there'd been no time to stop and put them on. So her legs were bare, and most of them were showing.

But the window guy continued to be the problem. His torso was turned towards Holly, he was smiling and talking to her very closely with bedroom eyes and that pick-up smile, and his left knee appeared to be pressing into Holly's right leg. And he now had his right hand on her right forearm, which was resting on the armrest. Holly didn't displace it. Why not?

Finally Holly took her right arm off the armrest, and put it on her right thigh over her skirt. After a couple of test touches, when he simply tapped his fingers on Holly's right forearm, the window guy placed his right hand on my wife's hand. And his left hand was touching her right shoulder.

Holly pulled her arm away from him and crossed her arms, but the guy simply left his right hand on her thigh. He was now palming her over her skirt, which was way up her thigh.

Now I was getting irked not only at the guy, but also at Holly for not defending hers and my honor better. She was letting a guy paw her in public, right in front of her husband. It was embarrassing. But my groin crawled again. I felt my penis move and expand just a little. And I kept watching.

The seatbelt sign went off as the plane leveled. One of the male flight attendants immediately rolled a beverage cart from the back up the plane, blocking off the rear bathrooms. Holly almost immediately stood up. We hadn't had time to stop for a bathroom break since we left our house. The aisle guy stood up to let her out, and she made her way to the front bathroom. There was already a line for the bathroom, and I saw Holly standing in the aisle, waiting her turn. The plane was particularly turbulent, and she had to hang onto the edge of a seat to keep her balance.

As she waited, I saw several men turn their heads and stare at her chest. Finally, she got into the bathroom, and a few minutes later, emerged and started making her way back to her seat. Turbulence picked up, and she steadied herself with both hands on each aisle seat as she walked gingerly. Her breasts were on full display, bobbling under her blouse as the turbulence tossed her. I could see the outlines of her areolas from halfway down the plane. I could also see heads leaning out into the aisles, to get a better look. Everybody must have seen her at the gate, having her see-through blouse pointed out by the bitch stewardess.

But apparently the two guys on either side of me hadn't noticed that I was with her. As the guy on my left in the window seat raised his head for a better look at my wife's chest, the guy on my right on the aisle seat turned to him and said, "Why is it that I never get seated next to something like THAT?"

The two men chuckled, and the window guy said, "That would make the flight a lot more pleasant. You wouldn't need in-flight movies with those things in your face."

"Better than being at a bar, or a strip club. You don't have to pay her, and she can't go anywhere," replied the aisle guy.

"If she gives that away for free, I wonder what she'd do if you offered her money?"

I was planning to trade seats with Holly when she returned, but not any more. These guys would be just as bad, maybe. I simply let Holly bobble by me and return to her seat. I didn't even look her in the eye, not wanting to let my row mates know she was my wife. I briefly closed my eyes and pretended to be relaxing.

Holly's aisle guy got up to let her in again. But as she scooted back to her seat, I saw the window guy put his hand out. As she reached back to move her seat belt, she stuck her skirt-covered butt in his face. He reached up, and took a quick palm of her right butt cheek. Holly jumped back, but didn't say anything, and sat back down.

As I was watching Holly with the men, the bitch stewardess approached. She leaned in, and said something to Holly that I couldn't hear. I had no idea what it was, but Holly made her repeat it, and asked her a couple of more questions. What could this be about? She couldn't throw Holly off the plane. Was she telling her to cover her breasts? Or was it something completely different?

Holly stood up again, and followed the bitchy stewardess down the aisle, all the way to the front of the cabin. The stewardess approached the cockpit door, and knocked on it. The door was opened by the younger of the two men pilots, the one that was in the right seat as I boarded. He looked at Holly, smiled, and motioned for her to enter. Holly walked through the door into the cockpit, and the door was closed behind her. The stewardess went back to work serving takes. What the hell could this be about? The only thing I could think of was perhaps they were apologizing to her for her treatment by security, and maybe even their own stewardess.

But I used to know a stewardess. And she told me that ALL - she repeated ALL - of these flyboys were dirty perverts. Kinky, arrogant, wild, cocky, aggressive males. They certainly didn't appear to be sympathetic as they watched my wife undress at the security checkpoint just a few minutes ago. I tried to think of the worst. I was clueless.

After about fifteen anxious minutes, the cockpit door finally opened, and Holly walked out. It took me about thirty seconds to notice: she was wearing a bra. A PINK bra. WHAT THE FUCK??? Where did it come from? Was it hers, or someone else's? As she walked down the aisle, the next question in my mind bothered me the most. How the hell did she get it on in the cockpit?

I stood up and stepped into the aisle to meet Holly. "What's going on?" I whispered.

In an apologetic voice, Holly whispered, "The pilot got my bra from the security guards."

I remembered the pilot looking at Holly's ticket. He knew that she was a passenger on his flight. "Wa... Why?"

"So he gave it back to me." Holly wasn't looking at me when she said it. I knew she was trying to hide information from me.

"So... how did you get it back on?"

"He... he told me he'd only give it to me if I put it on in the cockpit."

"And... So... you just took off your blouse in front of them?"

"They didn't give me a choice. They could see my boobs through my blouse anyways. I couldn't go get my picture taken at your company with my boobs showing. I HAD to."

"Did you at least turn around or something?"

"They could already SEE THEM!" Holly replied in an agitated defensive whisper.

I simply emitted an exasperated sigh. People were trying to get around us in the aisle. I changed the subject. "What's going on with that guy sitting next to you?"

"He's takes. He flew overnight from Europe or something."

"What's he doing?"

"He's trying to flirt with me and stuff."

"Do you want me to complain or get him moved or something?"

"I just want to avoid any more confrontations and be left alone. I'm super-stressed now. I hope he'll relax it off now."

As the bitchy stewardess came near and gave us a scowl, Holly returned to her seat. I watched her slide into the middle seat as the two men around her stared at her ass. I had to go to the bathroom real bad, and since I was already out of my seat, I headed to the front of the plane.

I thought about Holly and the pilots. While stumbling to the front in the turbulence, I felt my dick start to rise. I pictured those bastards leering at my wife while they made her unbutton her blouse, watching her naked boobs sway and bobble as she slipped on her bra. There were two other people in line for the bathroom. Standing there, I had a full-blown hardon pressing against my pants. Public erections weren't something I've had a problem with since high school.

The erection made it a little difficult to pee. While in line and while in the bathroom, I thought about my erection, and why I was getting it while watching and hearing about my wife getting exposed and humiliated. I'd always been over protective, if anything, of my wife, not wishing her to wear clothes that exposed too much of her, that would draw sexual attention to her from other men. It's not that I didn't trust her. I just wanted her for myself. But since she had a baby, I hadn't thought much about what she wore. I didn't think that so many men would still find her desirable. So why was I now so sexually aroused now when she actually was over-exposed and felt up by other men?

I exited the bathroom and made my way back to my seat. When I got some rows away from Holly, I could see her head above the headrests. It was turned towards the takes in the window seat. Moving closer, I could see that her whole torso was turned towards him. Another step, and I could see her hands up on his shoulders, and her chest thrown out. And then I saw the takes's right hand on Holly's left breast over her blouse and bra. He was feeling her tit!

Holly glanced up and saw me coming. She immediately turned away from the takes and sat back in her seat, pushing the takes's hand away from her with a swat with her right arm. Shit! It was one thing after another!

I didn't know what else to do. Despite having just watched a takes palming my wife's breast, I just sat down in my seat across the aisle.

But I kept my eye on Holly and the takes. Holly sat staring straight-ahead, not looking at me. But the takes was still turned towards her. He placed his right hand on her thigh, just above her knee. Holly gently pushed the hand away, not looking at him, and crossed her legs.

The takes kept talking to her, and soon placed his hand on the top of her crossed leg again. He then ran his hand on the outside of her crossed leg, over her bare outer thigh, where her skirt had risen. Holly kept looking ahead, eyes wide open, as the hand reached the hem of her skirt, almost up to her ass.

Holly uncrossed her legs, still not looking at the takes. The takes leaned back in his chair, but he was undeterred. Now it was his left hand that was placed on Holly's right thigh. Her skirt was riding up high, exposing much of her thighs, and the takes's palm was massaging the inside of her thigh right at the skirt hem. Holly glanced up as if to see if anybody else was watching. But instead of pushing the hand away or saying anything, she leaned forward, resting her palms on her knees. To me this gave the impression that she was more concerned at being CAUGHT with a hand on her thigh than actually REMOVING the hand from her thigh.

I could see the hand slip under my wife's skirt, deep between her legs. His wrist was pushing the hem higher, and his palm was turned as if it were now on her crotch, not her thigh. Holly wasn't removing it. What the hell was she doing? Was she ALLOWING him to touch her crotch? Did she just not know what to do? Freezing like a deer in the headlights?

I stared for a moment as another man was fondling my wife's pussy, and all she seemed to be doing is covering it up. I had a raging hardon. I had this fleeting thought that clearly I ENJOYED seeing other men lusting for and touching my wife, the lady of my young. If it had been a quick non-consensual grope, I could maybe enjoy it. But another man was feeling my wife in public, in front of me, and I was supposed to do something about it. But I didn't. I watched.

After a minute that seemed like an hour, Holly reached between her legs and pushed the hand away from her crotch and off her thigh. She still didn't say anything, and didn't look at her worryer.

But the takes wasn't done. He turned his torso towards Holly, and placed his right hand back on her thigh. Holly leaned her torso away from him, towards her left, but this opened her knees more. The takes's right hand quickly slipped between her legs, pushing her skirt up to her crotch. I got a brief glimpse of Holly's panties, before the hand cupped it. Again he was feeling my wife's pussy, and again all Holly could do is open her mouth and eyes wide. But no sound came out, and no other defensive measure was taken.

Now I could see the takes's hand slipping inside of the panty crotch, and I got a fleeting glimpse of her dark pubic hair as he rubbed her mound inside her panties.

I stood up. Holly saw my movement, and looked at me. She FINALLY reached down and powerfully pushed the hand away from her crotch, and tried to pull her skirt hem down.

But the takes simply moved his right hand up, and placed it on her left tit. After one rapid flurry of squeezes, he reached inside of her blouse, and started to slide his hand inside of Holly's bra cup.

I stood above them in the aisle. "Hey! Cut it out!"

Holly looked up at me, but the takes ignored me and kept feeling my wife's tit inside of her bra cup. Holly then reached up and began struggling with the man's forearm. He put up a battle, and as Holly knocked it away, the top button of her blouse popped off. I was working my way over the old guy in the aisle seat, and started to reach for the takes.
"Hey! Hey!" It was all I could think to say.

"Get lost, asshole," was all the takes could say. When I reached down and grabbed him, he stood up and pushed back. We started wrestling over Holly.

Suddenly I felt hands reaching around me. Somebody was pulling me back into the aisle. Somebody big and strong. I felt a forearm around my neck, and then felt myself falling backwards. I was powerfully wrestled out into the aisle, and knocked forward. I landed hard on the aisle floor. A body fell on top of me.

"Air Marshal! Put your hands on your head!"

I glanced back, and there was a large man with short blonde hair sitting on me. Behind him stood another man, a guy with greasy brown hair and a mustache. The guy on top of me didn't wait for me to put my hands on my head. He grabbed them one by one, yanked them behind me, and slapped handcuffs on me.

I could hear the takes behind me yelling, "That guy attacked me for no reamister! He's a terrorist!"

"No he's not!" Yelled Holley.

The bitchy stewardess was standing over me. "She's with him! They were suspicious of her at the security checkpoint, and they detained her."

"Scotty, cuff her, too," ordered the guy on top of me.

"Right, Jack," said the dark-haired mustached guy. He grabbed Holley, who was standing by her middle seat, by the arm, and pulled her into the aisle, right over the older guy and me.

"No," she squealed, but Scotty pushed her up against a seat backrest, pulled handcuffs out of his pocket, and cuffed her hands behind her.

Jack emptied my pants pockets as I lay on my stomach on the ground, and then frisked me over my clothes. My hardon was completely gone, so I didn't have to worry about that as he felt my cock and balls. Then he turned to Scotty, and ordered, "Search her."

"You want me to search the woman?" asked Scotty.

"This is an emergency. We do whatever is necessary to protect the plane. Give her a thorough searching."

"Right!" Said Scotty, eagerly. Holly was still standing in the aisle and leaning forward against the seat back, as Scotty ran his hands along her sides from behind. He reached around her, and felt her tits over her bra, taking particular attention to the undersides of her cups by her underwire. Holly's blouse was missing a button, and her bra was already exposed, which it made it easy for Scotty the Air Marshal to reach inside of her blouse, reach right into her left bra cup, and feel around inside.

I could see many of the passengers watching Holly getting felt up. The passengers in the aisle seats were leaning into the aisle to get a better angle, while the other passengers were standing and watching.

Scotty reached into Holly's right bra cup and gave it a thorough going-over, rapidly reaching around and searching every inch of the cup.

"Oh! Ah!" squealed Holly as Scotty's hand roughly felt her tit flesh. Scotty then felt around Holly's waist, reaching inside of her skirt and feeling around her stomach and above her ass. He then reached down and grabbed her skirt hem. With one quick motion, he pulled the skirt hem up until it was bunched up around her waist.

Holly's panties were on full display to nearly everybody on the plane. In back her panties had ridden up and exposed about half of her butt cheeks.

Scotty quickly felt her butt cheeks, ran his hand under her panties and ran his index finger up her ass crack, causing another squeal from Holly. The eager sky marshal then reached into the front of her panties, and ran his hand over her pussy mound, no doubt getting a handful of my wife's pubic hair.

Jack helped get me up on my feet, and led me to the front of the plane as everybody watched me. Scotty led Holly to the front also, as everybody watched her. Her blouse was still open enough that her bra was exposed in front.

The two air marshals sat us in two seats at the front of the plane that were probably reserved for the flight attendants or something. For the next few minutes, the two took turns grilling us on everything from the purpose of our flight to why I was "attacking" the takes. Holly and I told them, together and separately, that the guy was takes and worrying Holly, and I was simply trying to stop him. I also told them that there were three co-workers in the back of the plane that could confirm who I was.

Then there was some other disturbance further back in the plane, and Scotty rushed to investigate. He came back a few minutes later, and explained to Jack that the takes had thrown up. Scotty confirmed that the guy seemed takes. He also said that my three co-workers had vouched for who we were and why we were traveling.

The air marshals were talking to each other privately, but I heard Jack say, "Their story's starting to check out. I think they're telling the truth."

But they were in no hurry to un-cuff my wife, or myself, and we sat in the front seats, while the two air marshals talked among themselves, and the other passengers near the front stared at my wife's exposed bra.

The bitchy stewardess phoned the cockpit, and then Jack knocked on the cockpit door. I saw the co-pilot let him in. Five minutes later, Jack came out again, but the cockpit door was left open. Jack approached Holly, and said, "The pilot wants to speak to you in the cockpit." Jack helped the still-cuffed Holly to her feet. He turned her around, and un-cuffed her.

Remembering what happened the last time my wife was alone with the pilots, I hollered, "I'm going in with her."

"They only want to talk to your wife," replied Jack.

"She's not going in alone. I'm going in." I stood up, with some effort.

Jack just shrugged. "OK. But you stay cuffed." With that, Holly walked into the cockpit as the co-pilot held the door, and I followed. The co-pilot closed and locked the door behind us, and took his spot at the controls on the right side. The captain, in the left seat, looked back at us, and smiled.

"Hello, Holly! We didn't expect to see you back here so soon. I hear that you two were causing a ruckus on my plane."

"We didn't cause anything," I said.

The pilot put his hands up as if to calm me and stop my explanation. "Yeah, the sky marshal told me all about it. But here's the thing. You can still be arrested for causing a disturbance on a commercial flight. That's nothing to sneeze at.

"But listen. I'm still the captain of this flight, and what I say goes. You two can either be taken off this plane in handcuffs and arrested, and at the very least be detained for who knows how long, but quite likely charged with a crime. Or, if I square it with the sky marshals, you can walk away Scott free, with no official record, and go about your business."

The pilot looked over at the co-pilot, who had been watching us silently with his sunglasses on. The co-pilot took over the pitch. "But we're taking a risk doing that. So we'd like a little favor for our kindheartedness."

I did not want to be arrested, and desperately wanted out of the handcuffs. I was in a mood to grovel. "What do you want from us?"

From his sitting position in the pilot's seat, the pilot looked Holly up and down as she stood before him. "We don't want anything from you, Tom - It's Tom, right? Except to sit down in that chair behind you, and be quiet for a few minutes.

"But Holly, we enjoyed your last visit so much. You were, uh, so nice and friendly and accommodating. We have about twenty-five minutes until we have to make a flight correction, and it gets awfully boring up here. We just want you to be friendly with us some more and, uh, spend some time with us."

I was beginning to smell a rat. These two dirty old men - well, the pilot looked about sixty, and the co-pilot looked maybe forty - had blackmailed my wife into flashing her tits for them, and now they had both of us over a barrel again. I hoped my suspicions were wrong.

"What's 'friendly'?" Asked Holly.

"What Vern means," replied the pilot, "is we just want to get to know you better and show you a few things around here. Step forward a little bit, Holly." He motioned Holly forward. Between the two pilot seats was a control console, so Holly could step no closer to the men than the back of their chairs. The captain reached around her and put his right hand on her waist, just above her skirt.

"Do you know what all these instruments do, Holly? Oh, Tom, you can just sit there in that jumper seat." I obediently sat in the seat directly behind the co-pilot's seat on the right side.

The captain started rattling off a bunch of technical jargon as he explained the instruments. I doubt if Holly was paying any more attention to his words than I was. But when the captain lowered his hand and placed it on Holly's right butt check over her skirt, she looked back at me with a helpless expression. I tried to read her expression. Did she want me to object and come to her aid? It seemed more like she was expressing a helpless surrender. I felt my cock tingle.

I tried to think whether I should tell the two pilots to fuck off and let us out. But I wasn't really sure what they were going to do. Get a few feels in? Make Holly show her tits again? I sat like a dweeb and said and did nothing, my hands literally tied.

Holly saw my inaction and lack of objection, and exhaled. Her next breath was a deep inhale when the pilot reached down and slid his hand under her skirt. He subtly slid his hand up her thighs, bringing the skirt up with it. I saw Holly's panties come into view, and watched the pilot circle his palm over my wife's panty-clad butt a few times. Then he slipped his fingers into the bottom of the panties, and squeezed her bare ass cheek, three feet away from my face.

I had a full erection, even as I was pissed at the two dirty flyboys for worrying my wife. But as the pilot continued his vacant explanation of the cockpit controls, he asked Holly if she understood, and her voice was calm as she said she did. The pilot and Vern the co-pilot started asking Holly harmless permisteral questions, like why she was traveling, what she did for a living - as if they were having coffee with her, not worrying her. Holly responded in a shy but friendly voice, as if she were simply having coffee with them, and not getting worryed against her will. And when they cracked jokes, she giggled like a shy schoolgirl.

Against her will? How much was it against her will?

"Holly, why don't you come around here and sit down, and really experience the cockpit?" The pilot took Holly's hand, and led her around the center console, to where he was sitting. "Sit down right here," he politely ordered, patting his lap. Holly didn't look at me as she unsteadily threw her left leg around the pilot's torso. He placed his hands on her hips as she set her tush down on his lap. There was no place for her legs other than on either side of the pilot seat, and she spread her legs wide and let her feet dangle. Her skirt was now hiked up to her crotch no doubt, although from my angle I couldn't see her panties.

The pilot placed both hands on her bare thighs, and massaged them, still making small talk. Now he was asking how long we'd been married, and did she have a lot of boyfriends before me. And then back to the controls.

"My feet control the rudders. They're on auto pilot now, though." He ran his hands up her waist, and slowly and gently cupped both of her breasts over her blouse.

Holly emitted a little coo. Against her will? I was jealous as hell, and angry as hell with Holly. Did she have to seem like she was enjoying this?

What really happened to Holly the first time she was in the cockpit? My prior mental image of the event, of a frightened trembling wife powerd to remove her blouse while the two dirty old men smirked at her, was now replaced with a vision of my wife proudly opening her blouse and thrusting her chest out at the two older men, giggling like a schoolgirl as she shook her breasts at them. Maybe she even let them touch her.

And what about the takes? Holly had her back turned toward the window as I returned from the bathroom. Was she letting the takes feel her tits and trying to hide the event? She sure took her time whenever the takes placed his hands over her, spending more energy trying to cover it up than stopping it. Even if she didn't ASK the takes to fondle her, how much did she like it?

My hardon twitched as I thought of my wife being unfaithful to me, of flaunting her sexuality right in front of me.

The pilot reached into her ripped-opened blouse, and slowly pulled down on her bra cups. Her breasts flopped out over the cups. From my angle I could just barely see her left breast but I had a clear view of her right breast, as the captain cupped his hands underneath them and lifted them. He gently massaged both of them, circling his palms over the two exposed white globes. Holly's fat nipples were erect. She arched her back and thrust her chest out for the two hands. The captain deftly stroked her nipples, and squeezed her tits. He was good, dammit!

Maybe it was all Holly's fault. Shouldn't every woman know not to wear an under wire bra to the airport these days? Her skirt was too short. Why would she wear such sexy panties? She shouldn't have worn such a sheer blouse today, today of all days. She should have known that every guy in the place would be noticing her wearing these sexy garments. She was too young and attractive to be drawing attention like that.

But I hadn't. I didn't think anything of her sheer blouse, hadn't noticed her skirt. I barely noticed what she wore at all. I barely ever noticed what she wore since she had the baby. I just secretly wished that she still had the same body that she had before the baby.

But now I was noticing. How attractive she was. How sexy she looked in her skirt and blouse. What gorgeous breasts she had. Not as firm as before, but bigger. Now nice and smooth her thighs looked, even if they were a little meatier than they used to be. We'd only been married a couple of years, and had known each other a couple of years before that. I'd heard of the seven-year itch, but it seemed that I'd already started taking my wife's sexuality for granted. Not now, though. As the co-pilot leaned over the control panel and began massaging Holly's right breast, I wanted her. I wanted to have sex with her right now. She looked so sexy being felt up by the two older men. I was so jealous of them. It finally hit me that so many other men today had seen her and thought she was a desirable wife and mom - a MILF!

The pilot had dropped his right hand down between Holly's legs, and was working on her pussy. His hand was inside of her panties, and had a finger slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.

The co-pilot opened a container below the console, and brought out a tube of K-Y jelly. "Need some K-Y, Captain?"

"No, Vern, she's plenty wet."

Holly had her head thrown back, leaning it into the captain's shoulder. She was whimpering. I could see her arching her hips forward to meet his hand. "Ooh, wow!" She panted.

Wow? When was the last time she said "wow" to me during sex? This guy was good. They were both good. Vern the co-pilot unzipped his pants, and whipped out a very long cock. Holly reached over with her right hand, and took it. She stroked it slowly, as she writhed on the captain's lap.

I felt two feet small, like a complete loser, watching these two older men satisfying my wife better than I ever could. But I was mesmerized by their performance, and hers. I wished I could stroke my own cock while I watched them.

OK, I was wrong about her asking for her early use - certainly it wasn't her fault that she got strip-searched and that her bra had been taken away. But I still wasn't sure how hard she defended herself against the takes. And she was obviously enjoying being teamed up with the two cool flyboys.

"Stand up, and turn around, Holly," said the pilot. With some effort, my wife stood up. Her tits were still hanging out of her bra, and they dangled and bobred as she got her self turned around. She had her feet on either side of the pilot and his seat, but was now facing him, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her panties in view. The captain opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and zipped his fly down. With one hand he whipped out a very large and well-worn cock, looking dark and spotted.

The co-pilot reached back into the container that held the K-Y, and pulled out a condom package. This time the captain took it, opened it up with one hand, and slid the rubber over his cock like he'd done it ten thousand times.

Holly didn't have to be told to lower herself down. She sunk down, pulled her panties aside at the crotch to expose her hairy pussy, and met the captain's dick head. I could see the latex-covered head slide along my wife's pink pussy a couple of times, and then slide inside of it. Holly easily lowered herself down and let the rest of the thick cock slide into her pussy. Clearly she was well lubricated.

The pilot leaned forward, and took Holly's right tit into his mouth. He licked the entire areola with an extruding tongue, and then circled it over Holly's hard nipple. Holly's tits jiggled as she shivered with delight. Now that she was facing me, I could clearly see every facial expression she made. Her eyelids were half-closed as both men licked and fondled her breasts, and the captain slowly thrust his cock up into her pussy. Her mouth was open, emitting whimpers. She never looked at me.

The co-pilot moved in closer, and thrust his hard cock into her face. "Take it, Holly," he said. Holly took it. With her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, and wrapped it around the dick head. She bobbed her head over it, taking the first half of it into her mouth.

But the co-pilot wasn't satisfied with her work. "Wrap your lips a little tighter. But watch the teeth. Suck on it, like you were taking off the top layer of a Popsicle."

He was instructing my wife on how to suck cock. The two flyboys were doing a better job than me on pleasing her, but they were also teaching her how to please men better. "Lick the end, honey. That's it, like an ice cream cone. Now slowly suck hard on the shaft, taking in as much as you can, to the back of your throat. Ahh, now that feels real good, Holly."

Finally Vern the co-pilot, still wearing his sunglasses, was satisfied with my wife's cocksucking s*******s, and stood in silence as she blew him.

I saw the occasional cloud going by the windows as I sat in the front of the large plane watching the two men in charge have their way with my wife. She was moaning through the cock in her mouth. "MMmmmphhhh!" She was thrusting her hips in and out to meet the captain's thrusting groin.

The captain thrust harder and faster. Holly's tits bobred as he put his hands on her hips. His right hand went between her legs. I could see him rubbing his fingertips over her clit.

"Ready, Vern?" asked the captain.

"Ready, Captain," grunted the co-pilot.

"MuUUUMMMMUMMMPH!" Groaned Holly, circling her crotch around the cock and the hand that was on her pussy. Her eyes were up in the back of her head.

At first I though it was massive turbulence, but it was just my wife, flopping through one spasm after another, her whole body shaking like she was having a seizure.

"Swallow it, Holly!" Grunted Vern. He arched his back, and I saw his jism leaking out from between Holly's lips.

"CACK!" Holly wasn't used to swallowing jizm, barely liked oral sex at all with me, and she fetishd on the spunk that was shooting into her mouth. She pulled back, and the next load hit her in the face. Vern stuffed himself back in her mouth, and repeated, "Swallow it."

Vern withdrew his wet cock from my wife's mouth. Holly threw her head back, with her eyes still rolled up, and shook her body. "OhhHHHHH!"

The Captain grunted a couple of times, and thrust up hard and slow. "Ohhhh, yeah!" he chuckled.
"Holly spasmed a few more seconds, and then collapsed down onto the pilot's shoulder

Vern was already wiping his cock off and putting it back in his pants, his sunglasses having never left is face. He sat down in the co-pilot's seat, put his headphones on, and began calmly checking instruments.

The pilot was coaxing the still-panting Holly to stand up. He also stood up, and helped the shaking wife off of him. Holly unsteadily worked her way around the seat and past the center console, her tits still out and her skirt still up to her waist. The pilot removed his used rubber, and tossed it into a waste can behind him. He put his wet cock back into his pants, put his headphones on, and took over the controls, like nothing at all had happened.

"Vern," said the pilot, "Tell the air marshal I want to see him."

"Yes, Captain," Vern acknowledged, and stood up. "Time for you two to leave," he said to us. Holly glanced at me for the first time since she started "being friendly" with the flight crew, but it was a quick, guilty-looking glance. Holly pulled her skirt down and smoothed it out. The co-pilot was already opening the door, while Holly was rushing to get her tits stuffed back into her bra cups.

I was just stepping out the door in front of Holly, when somebody pushed me aside and rushed into the cockpit. Suddenly it was pandemonium all around me - in the cockpit, in the front area, in the aisles. A large dark-haired man was holding what appeared to be some makeshift handgun to Jack the Sky Marshal's head. The man that ran into the cockpit had a similar plastic-looking handgun. Another man had Sky Marshal Scotty pushed up against the bathroom door, holding a makeshift knife of some sort to his neck.

The few women passengers were screaming, and some men were shouting, but most were silent. By the time things got orderly, I counted four Arabic-looking men on the plane. One in the cockpit with a gun on the pilot; one in the very back of the plane with a handgun, one with a handgun on the sky marshals and the three flight attendants; and one with a knife now pointed at Holly.

"Quiet! Quiet! Hands on your head! Hands on head!" yelled the man in the back. Before many of us even had a chance to take it all in, Scotty was cuffed with his own handcuffs, and Jack had been whacked in the head with something and had his hands and feet bound with tape. The two male flight attendants and Vern the co-pilot were on the floor at the front of the plane, also getting their hands and feet taped.

The terrorist with the knife on Holly was a tall, muscular-looking man of about forty, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a very intimidating expression. I recognized him as one of the Arabic men that had been behind Holly and me in the line at the security checkpoint. He ordered the bitchy flight attendant to get the P.A. working and give him the phone to speak into.

"Let's not have heroes, right?" He said in a heavy accent. "Nobody wants to get this woman hurt, or the pilot, or anybody else. Keep your hands on your head for a moment. We have no problem *******ing anybody that does anything wrong!

"Yes, this plane is hijacked. But before you get too frightened, let me say that our objective is not to crash the plane. Our mission is to power the American government to release our primisterers at Guantanamo. To do this, we will simply land the plane at your destination exactly as scheduled. Then we will set the plane on the tarmac, and hold you all hostages until our primisterers are brought to us. So your death is not imminent.

"Presuming none of you had time to use your cell phones and alert the authorities, nobody knows we have taken the plane. By staying on course, no jets will be scramred, and we will not be bothered." He looked at his watch. "So for the next forty-seven minutes, we have nothing to do but wait."

He looked down at Holly. His left arm was around her neck from behind, the knife held loosely near her chest below her neck. At least he didn't seemed to be too tightly wound. Holly still hadn't finished putting herself back together after the going-over the pilots gave her. Her blouse was still open with the missing button, and her left breast was only halfway back into her bra cup. Her dark areola peeked out of the top of her bra.

"By the way," he continued. "I would like to thank this beautiful woman. We were confident that our disassemred weapons would not be detected in our carryon luggage. But to be safe, we had kept the security guards under surveillance for quite some time, and were aware that two of them liked to give special attention to shapely women. So we managed to get in line behind this chesty woman, and she kept the guards distracted while we got through the ex-rays.

"Then she helped us identify the sky marshals. And she helped us get into the cockpit. And finally," he chuckled, "she gave us all something to look at didn't she?" The other terrorist at the front of the plane chuckled along with him.

"So now we wait," he finished, and dropped the phone down. He looked down at Holly again as he held his knife around her neck. He stared at her chest. "Hmm," he moaned. Then he reached down and put his hand onto her half-exposed left breast, and touched her nipple.

"Ohh!" squeaked Holly. But when the knife moved up closer to her neck, she held still. Holly simply whimpered, and shook noticeably. When the terrorist put his hand inside her bra cup and groped her tit, she simply scrunched up her face, and arched her shoulders in.

"Hahaha!" laughed the terrorist leader as he roughly and rapidly squeezed and shook my wife's tit in her blouse and bra. Holly writhed in reaction to his gropes. Her shoulders gyrated, her chest heaved in and out, and her eyes alternated from half-closed to wide open, staring out at the passengers. Her mouth was open as if she was gasping, but no sound was emitted.

I had been pushed back into one of the front seats, my hands still cuffed behind me, and I had a point-blank view of my wife's body as she was groped in front of all the passengers. Her tit was still in her bra. The top of it was jiggling out as it got squeezed, but her nipple was not visible. I found myself half-hoping that he'd expose it. I didn't know why.

The terrorist moved his face closer to Holly's. He said something to her, and she turned her head towards him. "Kiss me," is what I think he said. "Tongue. Stick your tongue out." So show her, the terrorist stuck his tongue way out, less than a foot from her face. He pulled the knife closer, and said, "Stick tongue out," again.

Holly reluctantly stuck her tongue out between her closed lips, and pointed it at the terrorist's tongue. The terrorist leaned in, and the tip of his tongue touched the tip of Holly's. She recoiled once, but he held her tighter, and ordered her to stick her tongue out again. This time, when the terrorist touched Holly's tongue with his, she stayed still. The terrorist circled his tongue around Holly's, and the two tongues jousted and licked each other. Occasionally the terrorist moved in and pressed his lips against Holly's, but the tongues stayed out as much as they were in. For some reamister I found this as much as a *** of my wife as the co-pilot sticking his cock in her mouth, and Holly looked way more repulsed by the tongue than she had the earlier cock.

The terrorist slid his hand out of Holly's bra, and moved it down her front. He stuck his hand under the front of her skirt, and lifted it. He pulled it up to her waist to expose her panties. He crudely grabbed her pussy mound, and rubbed up and down over her tight panties. Then he slid his hand in the side of her panty crotch, and rubbed her pussy. Holly gyrated her hips, attempting to evade the invading hand. At least that was what I thought she was doing at first. But then it looked like she was reacting to the touches. She thrust her hips in and out irregularly as he groped her crotch, and squirmed left to right. "Ohh! Ooohooohoo!" she whimpered. The terrorist alternately looked down at her pussy, and then went back to French kissing her.

CHAPTER SIX

The terrorist leader was distracted by the other front terrorist relaying a message from the hijacker in the cockpit. He released Holly from his grip, and she fluttered her eyes and leaned back against the bathroom wall behind her. Her skirt fell back down over her panties, and her tit was back in her bra cup, but her bra was still exposed in the front.

"Perfect, perfect! Too easy!" Said the lead terrorist to the other gun-toting hijacker.

The lead terrorist looked up at the overhead video monitors. It was the first time I noticed that a movie was showing. It must have started when we were in the cockpit. The film was some recent contemporary musical. Which one I didn't know, as I don't like musicals. "Yes, music! You think Muslims don't like music? I like music! And I like sexy women!" He said, smirking at Holly. "Idiot Westerners! You educate your women and send them out to work. A woman like this should only look pretty and dance for you men and try to gratify you."

He turned to the bitchy flight attendant. "Turn up the sound. Get the sound on over the speakers!" He demanded. The flight attendant picked up the phone that was used as the P.A. microphone, placed it next to some headphones, and the tinny and slightly distorted sound blared out of the overhead speakers. Apparently it was good enough for the lead terrorist.

"You!" he said, pointing to Holly. "Dance. Dance while you take off your clothes."

Holly stood motionless, staring wide-eyed at the terrorist.

The terrorist pointed his knife at her, and then looked at me. "He's your husband, yes? Dance, or I'll ******* your husband."

Fortunately for me, that got Holly moving. She tentatively started to move her hips from side to side. The terrorist smiled and nodded his approval. Holly ran her hands through her hair, and then shook her hair, as if she wanted to look her best. She didn't know what to do with her hands, and sort of ran them down her side in what was actually a pretty sultry move, whether she meant it to be or not.

"Take off your blouse!" Ordered the terrorist, pointing his knife to her garment.

Holly gave him a wide-eyed look, and then reached up and started to unbutton the remaining buttons of her blouse, pulling the shirttails out of her skirt, and unbuttoning from the bottom up. While still swaying her hips and shoulders side to side, she opened the blouse as wide as it would go, holding it open for a moment, and then slowly slid it off of her shoulders. She danced with the garment behind her back for a moment while working the sleeves off her arms, and then subtly dropped it behind her. Her large smooth pink bra was completely exposed to nearly everybody in the plane as she continued dancing.

The lead terrorist smiled and nodded his approval. So did the second terrorist on the other side of Holly, and the lead terrorist and the one in the rear of the plane shared some approving laugh in Arabic. If he wanted a sexy strip dance, he was getting one. Holly's face looked scared to death, but whether she meant to or not, she was doing a real sultry dance. I knew that Holly was a decent dancer. But I've never really just sat back and watched her moves. They were sexy. And I'd never seen her do a strip tease like this. Instead of praying for her torment and my offense to stop, I had to admit to myself that I was dying to watch my wife's humiliating strip continue.

The terrorist and I were thinking along the same lines. "Skirt!" he said, pointing his knife downward.

Holly reached back to unhook her skirt. When the terrorist motioned for her to turn around, she turned her back to the rest of the passengers and me. I watched her trembling hands fumble with the top clasp of her skirt. When that was done, she slowly unzipped the back zipper, while her butt slowly swayed from side to side. Her panties slowly came into view. Holly shook her ass while hooking her thumbs into the sides of her waistband, and started to tug the skirt down her hips. When she pulled it past her rump, she arched her back and stuck her butt out at her audience, and lowered the skirt to her knees. From there the garment fell to her feet, and she deftly stepped out of it without missing a beat with her dancing.

Her tight panties had ridden up a little, and were showing some white ass flesh. The terrorist only moaned, while Holly swayed her ass around like a hula dancer.

He told Holly to turn around, and when she did I could see her panties pulled tightly over her pubic mound. Her panty waistband was low cut, and dipped just a little in front. She continued her sexy swaying, thrusting her pussy forward.

"Bra now!" Ordered the terrorist. After a moment of pause, my wife arched her back, reached behind, and unclasped her bra. She held the garment up with one hand, while lowering her left bra strap, and then her right. Finally when the terrorist raised his knife and nodded again, Holly pulled her hand away from her chest, with the bra still in her hand, and dropped it on the floor at her side.

Immediately her tits began to slowly sway. Her nipples were hard and sticking straight out at her audience. They looked damned good. She could have been a stripper. All of the terrorists laughed and cheered her on.

I glanced around to see virtually everybody staring at my wife's bare chest. There was no hint of chivalry anywhere. In the back of the plane I could detect Kurt and my other two co-workers standing up. They would tell everybody at work about seeing my wife dance topless.

Holly continued moving her hips up and down and in circles. Her hands roamed up and down her sides. She slid them up over her tits once, quickly lifting them and dropping the jiggling jugs. She ran her hands up through her hair again, and then rested her left hand behind her on her hip, thrusting her chest out.

The terrorist pointed his knife at her panties. Holly didn't hesitate this time, and obediently grabbed the sides of her panties. She stretched out the waistband, alternating left and right, lifting each up and then pulling it down, as her dancing focused on her thrusting pelvis.

The tiny panties started to roll down her legs as my wife bent her knees and leaned forward, and her brown pubic hair came into view. Holly continued dancing as she pulled the panties down to mid-thigh, and left them there for a moment while she rubbed her hips and sides again. There was a whistle from the terrorist in the rear, and the lead terrorist moaned and smiled while staring at her pussy point-blank. Holly moved her feet together to let her panties fall, and they slowly rode down her legs, until she had do squat down to push them off her feet.

Holly turned her back to her audience, spread her legs, and wiggled her ass. Her tan lines approximately delineated where her thighs ended and where her ass cheeks started. Her butt looked bigger than it had before her pregnancy, but it was still round. For some reamister I fixated on her ass crack, seeing it exposed to others for the first time.

Holly turned around again and continued her sultry nude dance for the terrorist's pleasure. She spread her legs slightly and bent her knees, her hands continuing to roam all over her naked body.

The lead terrorist laughed, threw his left arm around Holly's bare waist, and groped her right tit. Holly lowered her head, her hair hanging over her face. After trading some laughs with the second terrorist at the front, the second terrorist also approached Holly, and he felt her left tit with his left hand. They roughly squeezed and grabbed her tits, as they bobred all over the place.

The lead terrorist pushed Holly against the cabin door, leaned over, and planted his mouth on Holly's tit. The second terrorist did the same. Holly let out a loud moan as she had her two tits sucked on by the Arabs. I saw her glance up and around. Everybody was still watching her.

The two men used their free hands to grope my wife's ass, and run their hands over her pussy mound. Holly squirmed and writhed, emitting little moans and squeals, throwing her head back, but not fighting at all.

The third terrorist, in the back of the plane, hollered out something in Arabic, the lead terrorist answered him. Then the lead terrorist said to Holly, "He wants to feel your tits, too. Go to the back of the plane." Holly was released from her grip. She glanced at me briefly, then back at the first terrorist, and then started walking towards the back of the plane. The plane was hitting some turbulence, and Holly walked slowly, holding onto the seats as she walked, her naked tits jiggling. I could see heads turning to watch her as she walked by each row. Her ass looked pretty good jiggling down the aisle.

Holly reached the rear of the plane. The rear terrorist reached out and groped her tits, while Holly steadied herself by hanging onto a seat, her legs spread. The terrorist also reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy, and squeezed her jiggling ass.

"Now, everybody! Let everybody feel you!" Yelled the rear terrorist. He pointed his weapon at the man in the very rear aisle seat, and said, "Feel her up." When he hesitated, the terrorist turned to Holly again, and said, "Tell him you want him to feel your tits. Say it – 'Feel my tits'!"

After some rehearsal, Holly was powerd to say to the passenger, "Feel my tits," in a weak wavering voice. Finally the passenger reached out, and touched Holly's left breast. He looked at the terrorist as he did, and the terrorist apparently told him to feel them harder or something. I couldn't make out his exact words from the other end of the plane. All I could see was this man getting more aggressive while he felt my wife's tits. Soon another man was reaching out for Holly and feeling her up.

The back terrorist made Holly turn to the opposite side of the aisle, and repeat her "Feel my tits" line. Men from the aisle, middle, and window seats stood up and felt her tits. The terrorist said something else, and the guy on the aisle seat reached around and felt her ass.

The terrorist was taking Holly up the aisle, and making everybody feel Holly, while Holly repeated such lines as "feel my ass," and "rub my hairy pussy." Apparently the first English words this guy learned were the dirty ones. She was made to lean forward while men felt her dangling tits, and spread her legs so others could cup and rub her pussy. "Pinch my nipples." "I'm naughty, spank me." "Coffee, tea, or me?"

In about the fourth row from the back, I spotted my three co-workers, Kurt, Alex, and Neal. Holly leaned forward letting her tits dangle, while Kurt in the middle reached out and played with her. He was the first of the passengers to have a smile on his face while he groped my wife. Neal was in the aisle seat, and I watched helplessly as he inserted his middle finger into her pussy and rapidly finger fucked her. Alex also grabbed a tit and pulled on her nipple. Damn! Those bastards will tell EVERYBODY how they fondled my naked wife!

Holly continued up the aisle, repeating her lines to the passengers, and everybody getting their feels in, even some women. The takes that had earlier groped her had woken up and played with her tits, as did the old guy that had sat on the other side of Holly. And so did the two guys that had sat on either side of me.

The rear terrorist rushed things a bit as he got closer to the front, but most passengers managed to get their feels in. As Holly was deposited back at the front of the plane, the second terrorist had pulled out a beverage cart to get himself a pop. He pushed the cart into the aisle. He threw a blanket over the cans on top of the cart, grabbed Holly by the waist, picked her up, and dropped her butt on the cart. Holly squealed as the rear terrorist pulled her backwards, and laid her flat on her back on the cart, her legs dangling over the other edge. The second terrorist grabbed her hips, burrowed his head between her splayed legs, and began eating her muff. Holly squealed again, as the rear terrorist felt her tits as they sat up on her chest. The lead terrorist also reached over the cart and played with one of the tits, as Holly squirmed and writhed.

Suddenly, a dozen or more passengers leapt onto the bodies. They grabbed the weapons, and grabbed the terrorists. There was a momentary struggle, but once the weapons were extricated, the terrorists were far outnumbered, and were quickly overpowered by multiple men on each of them.

The flight attendants un-cuffed the air marshals, and untied the pilots. The air marshals then took control, using their cuffs on two of the terrorists and tying all four of their hands and feet. I was still tied up.

Through the flurry of activity in the aisles, Holly emerged, standing up, and milling about in a naked daze. Finally she seemed so snap out of it, and hurried to the front of the plane. At that time the pilot got on the intercom, and ordered everybody back to their seats for immediate landing. Holly was trying to get to her clothes when the bitchy stewardess ordered her back to her seat and gave her a push. Holly quickly reached down and managed to grab her blouse, skirt, and shoes, before she was nearly trampled by people scurrying to their seats. I saw her throw her blouse over her braless torso, pull her skirt over her bare butt, and quickly hop into her seat, holding her shoes.

Finally I got Scotty's attention, and had him untie my hands. By the time I got my pants back up, everybody else was back in their seat. The only open seat available was my original seat.

As we descended, I saw Holly, back across the aisle, putting on her shoes. Everybody was now leaning back and ready for landing. But I noticed many of the nearby men still looking over at Holly. And the takes had somehow managed to find more cuckold water. He was sloppy takes again, and running his hand up Holly's thigh. Holly made no attempt to combat him. She was just too physically and emotionally wasted.

So while we descended through the clouds, I watched the takes rub my wife's pussy under her skirt, and reach into her blouse and feel her tits. Holly looked over at me, with a defeated expression. I could only shrug my shoulders, and watch – again. And then the older bespectacled man in the aisle seat subtly rubbed her left tit with the back of his hand, and when Holly didn't say anything, he felt her tits, too.

When the plane hit the runway, the pilots immediately steered to a remote location away from gates. I could see fire trucks and other emergency vehicles with their lights on, waiting for us.

The plane came to a halt. The emergency exits were quickly opened, and the emergency chutes unfolded. There was a scamper for the exits. I was pushed into the aisle, ahead of Holly, and with the crowd surging forward I couldn't get to her. I slid down the emergency chute, landing roughly on the pavement, and looked back for Holly.

I spotted Holly standing at the exit, preparing to slide down. She tried to gingerly sit down and slide off, holding her skirt down. But the takes was right behind her, and he sat down behind her with his legs wrapped around her, and put his hands around her body, cupping her braless tits. As Holly slid down the chute, she reached up to fend off the hands on her tits. Her skirt flew up, exposing her naked pussy, her dark pubic hair easily detectable by everyone looking up. Her bare butt hit the chute, and her sticky flesh slowed her ascent. He pushed the takes off of her chest, and now her braless tits bobred freely in her sheer blouse. I heard a couple of guys, either passengers or emergency workers, whistle at her show. She landed hard, but was caught by two firemen at the bottom.

Before I could even get to her, Holly was grabbed by her arms by two big men in dark suits and sunglasses, led to a nearby sedan, and sped away. I was left milling around the tarmac with the rest of the passengers, in a daze.

I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was Kurt. I looked back. When he saw me looking, he slid his middle finger under his nose, and took a big whiff. "Mmm, that sure smells good." Alex and Neal laughed at his crude joke.

Neal looked over in my direction. "Coffee, tea, or me," he said, and all three of my co-workers laughed.

I had no idea when I'd see Holly again, or when we'd be free to go. But I figured that when we were free, the first thing I'd be doing is looking for a car to rent to drive us home.

THE END

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Airport


Reece Wall was one of the youngest security officers at the Airport, but he'd been working there for five years, since he was eighteen. He was now twenty-three and a rather tall and domineering presence at 6ft3 in his standard security guard uniform. It was dark blue, tight and fitting, but loose enough to allow him to run at a fast speed without the clothes being uncomfortable. What Reece liked most about his outfit were the pair of handcuffs attached to his belt and his gun. That was a result of the 9/11 disasters, which tightened airport security worldwide and earned UK airport guards weapons. Of course, he wasn't meant to use it in exceptional circumstances, and so far he hadn't, but having it there made him and everyone else feel safer. It also made him look like a more formidable character.

Reece patrolled the arrivals area, looking around at the various people just coming back from their holiday destinations worldwide.Then his eyes fell on an attractive woman, standing alone, waiting for her suitcase. She was about 5ft4, nearly a whole foot shorter than him. She had gorgeous dark red hair that fell in delightful tight curls, framing her pale face. A dash of cute freckles covered her nose. She was wearing thick-framed glasses, the popular variety. He felt his cock harden slightly in his trousers at the mere sight of her. The woman was probably in her late twenties, older than him, he was certain. She had a slim, slight frame. Rather boyish, with small breasts and narrow hips. He liked the colour of her skin, which was so light it was like cream. It looked soft to the touch. He wanted to grab her and caress her skin and run his hands through her hair.

Waiting over by the suitcase collection area, Lyndsey Warner was growing tired of waiting. She'd been told that the suitcases for her flight were going to be delayed because of some problem occuring whilst getting them from the plane to here. She sighed and swung her red handbag, irritated. She wasn't a supremely patient permister and didn't like being made to wait. The twenty-nine year old had just got back from her holiday to Italy and she wanted to return home now. Lyndsey rested her weight on one leg as she stretched the other out in an annoyed stance, whilst swinging her handbag.

"Shit!" She swore quietly as she dropped it on the floor accidentally, allowing several things to fall out of it. She did not notice the security guard walk over to her until she had bent down to pick up her handbag and saw someone stand in front of her. She didn't straightened up but looked up instead and noticed it was a tall, uniformed security guard. In her crouched position, Lyndsey's head was quite close to this tall man's crotch. She blushed and stood up, forgetting that her handbag was still on the floor as were it's spilled contents.

The security guard smiled at her and bent down. He picked up her bag and started putting things inside it. She saw his hands tighten around her tampons and she blushed, averting her gaze. Once she looked back, he'd put the tampons, lipstick, compact mirror, wallet, passport and pen back inside her bag. The man stood up and handed back her handbag.

"Thank you." She replied, taking the bag from him and briefly checking the contents.

"You're welcome." He said. "I'm here to ask though, is your name Lyndsey Warner?" Reece had memorised the name when he'd peeked inside her passport, in order to make the act more believable.

"Yes." Lyndsey replied, a little worried that a security guard was asking about her name. Maybe something was wrong? Maybe she was in trouble? Lyndsey swallowed thickly, casting her eyes down.

"Are you waiting for your suitcase?" Reece asked, as his eyes gazed up and down Lyndsey's body. He felt his cock harden again slightly as he imagined all the things he could to to her.

"I am, yes. Is there something wrong? Is it here yet?" Lyndsey asked, nodding nervously. She saw the young man glance up and down her body and she bit her lip, a little embarressed at his openess but she didn't dare comment.

"It's here. We got a report that it was flagged for suspicious substance. You'll have to come with me." Reece said, grabbing Lyndsey's arm rather powerfully and looking at her to see if she'd comply or if he'd actually have to be more powerful. She jumped slightly when he grabbed her arm, before nodding.

"Of course, sorry." She mumred, embarrassed that she had jumped. She tried hard to not look suspicious since she knew she hadn't done anything wrong and that compliance would be the key to them realising that.

Reece slowly turned them both around and he strode across the room, leading her behind him. They left the public section of the airport and travelled down some corridors before reaching one of the holding rooms where security guards were legally able to interrogate suspect passengers. Reece unlocked the door and put his hand on the small of Lyndsey's back, part guiding and part pushing her inside. Nervously, Lyndsey stepped into the room as butterflies flooded her stomach.

Suddenly, she was shoved into a chair by Reece and he started to circle her, silently, like a predator eyeing up it's prey. Lyndsey nervously waited, scared, for something to happen. She crossed her legs and began to fiddle her hands in her lap. She kept her head bowed as he circled her, not looking at him.

"So, what was in that suitcase of yours?" Reece finally asked, wanting to make her believe him about the possibility that she might be in trouble for sneaking something into the country.

"Everything from my holiday." Lyndsay replied, honestly. "It's got my clothes, my shoes, my books, my souveniers. That's it really." she paused, biting her lip. "Am I in trouble?"

"You certainly are. You're in trouble for lying to a federal office. So, how about you tell me exactly what was in that suitcase?" He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and noticed her eyes widen.

"I'm not lying!" She exclaimed. "That is what is in there; my clothes, my books, my souvineers. Nothing else!"

Suddenly, Reece grabbed one of Lyndsay's wrists and snapped the handcuff around it, leaving it unattached.

"What clothes are in there?" he asked, moving her arm over the table towards the leg, which is bolted down to the floor.

Terrified, Lyndsay doesn't try to yank her arm back but allows Reece to place the handcuff on her and pull her up and over the desk so that her hand was near the leg of the table she was now slightly leaving over.

"My clothes..." she paused as she tried to remember. Closing her eyes, she listed what was in her suitcase. "A pair of jeans, a white skirt, a black skirt, two dresses, flip flops, sandals, trainers, black trousers, white top, two black ones, a green top, a blue one, a black jacket, all my underwear and two bikinis." She replied, sighing once the list was complete.

She heard the sound of metal bang against metal and opened her eyes. Reece had attached the handcuff to the leg of the table, securing one of her arms in place.

"And what did these underwear and bikinis look like?" he asked, bringing his head down beside hers and whispering in her ear as he pulled out his second pair of handcuffs.

"Uhh....like normal." Lyndsay replied, both surprised and embarrassed by the question. "Black bikini and white bikini. I'm not going into detail on my underwear though, which is just normal."

Reece clasped the other pair of handcuffs to Lyndsay's wrist and held her arm up in the air, above her head.

"You will go into detail right now!!" he yelled, jerking her arm across the table and attaching it to the other leg of the table, causing her to bend over the desk completely.

"But why?" she whined, upset. She pulled on the handcuffs but couldn't move. "It's private. It's my underwear we're discussing and I don't want to discuss it with a man!"

"Then I'll just hold you here, like this, until the main interrogator gets here and he is much less willing to put up with non-answers then I am." Reece replied.

"What do you mean he is less willing?" Lyndsay asked, terrified. "I'm just refusing to tell you about my underwear. There's nothing wrong with that. It's not like I have haves in my suitcase! I'm innocent and have done nothing wrong. Just let me go, please?!"

Slowly, Reece walked around the table so he stood in front of it, facing Lyndsay. He squatted down, looking directly at her.

"If you don't tell me, he will beat the information out of you." he said calmly. "Now tell me!!" He yelled, suddenly slapping Lyndsay hard across the face.

Loudly, Lyndsay yelped.

"Ouch! That hurt!" she hissed. "You're not actually allowed to hit people and neither is that other guy." she replied angrily.

Reece reached forward and wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing it.

"You sure about that?" he asked threateningly. "Now, tell me about your underwear." he ordered.

Lyndsay sighed and Reece removed his hand.

"I've got two black bras. Two white bras. A red bras. I've got matching underwear for them all. White thong, white french knickers. Same in black. A red thong." tears of offense sprung to her eyes. "Please let me go." she pleaded.

"What are you wearing today?" Reece asked, standing up and walking back around to stand behind Lyndsay. He bent over and breathed in the scent of her perfume and shampoo, smiling maliciously to himself.

"Do you mean what underwear I'm wearing right now?" Lyndsay asked as her body tensed from sensing him behind her.

"Yes. What underwear are you wearing right now?" he asked, his mouth barely centimetres from her ear.

A shiver ran down Lyndsay's spine, from a mix of fear and a twinge of arousal.

"I don't want to tell you. Please let me go." she pleaded.

"Either you tell me or I'll be powerd to find out for myself. Do you want that to happen?" Reece asked, grinning.

"No!!" Lyndsay shrieked. "They're black. More black. A black bra and black knickers. Please stop this!"

"I see."

Suddenly, Lyndsay felt a pair of warm hands on her thighs. She shrieked and her whole body tensed.

"No, stop!" she cried out but instead the hands rose higher.

Eventually they reached her skirt and start to push it upwards.

Lyndsay's legs tremred and her body shook as her skirt was pulled up, over her ass, revealing her knickers.

Next, she felt his hands pulling them down and she screamed.

"No-one can hear you, you know." Reece replied calmly, not stopping his task. Her knickers reached her ankles and he stood back, looking down at her arse and the glimpse of cunt he could see underneath.

Lyndsay cried, knowing he was truthful.

Suddenly, she felt him bring down his hand and slap it against her arse cheek.

"Ouch!" she cried out in pain. "Stop!"

She sighed with relief when she didn't feel him strike her again, however, when she felt his hands suddenly grab her breasts she screamed.

"Get off me!" She shouted, trying to kick back out at him. She pulled against the handcuffs but couldn't get out of them, as intended.

"How about no." Reece replied, laughing at the older woman bent across the table before him, naked from the hips down.

"Instead, how about you and I have some fun?"

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Airport Search


It had been ten days since Natalie had come to Cuba and they had stripped searched her and sexually used her. Almost every night she had masturbated herself to relax, thinking of the things they did to her body. Every time she thought of it, her pussy would get wet and then she would have to lay down on the bed and masturbate her pussy until she came.

She was enjoying her stay in Cuba, but her thoughts kept racing back to her first day and her experience at the terminal. She had spent every day looking around the city and also the countryside. Cuba was like it was suspended in time, stopped by the embargo of Cuba by the United States. Its streets were still populated with vintage 1950 and 1960 American cars, its stores empty of all consumer products, the country stripped to its bare minimum. Natalie had met many of the local population and they had eagerly talked to her, hoping to hear of the news of the world. Most spoke highly of the Castro regime, but some had negative things to say and had not hidden their disdain of Castro.

Natalie had spent the day in the countryside, seeing the sites and spending time at the local bazaar, buying souvenirs for her friend's back home. She returned to the hotel. She browsed through everything she bought, mostly hand made items and then decided to take a shower before dinner. Tonight was going to be a first-class meal at the local restaurant and Natalie was going to dress up to celebrate the occasion.

Captain Gonzales was the head of the Cuban Secret Police. Airport security had told him about Natalie and how submissive she was, allowing them to sexually use her and powering her to cum. He had been watching her since she first arrived, including her discussions with certain subversive elements in Cuba. He stared at the television screen in front of him. He watched as Natalie slowly stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. He could not see her in the shower, the curtain hiding her from the hidden cameras in her room, but he had seen her naked many times during the last 10 days, including watching her as she masturbated late at night. She had a beautiful body and decided it was time to enjoy her treasures. He watched as she got dressed, a low cut bra, button down blouse, the top two buttons undone, showing her ample cleavage. Her skirt was loose fitting, but short, covering a brief pair of thong panties. High heels accented her long, slender legs, no panty hose, the weather too hot and sticky for them.

"Proceed with Natalie's arrest. I will await your arrival at headquarters." Captain Gonzales hung up the phone. Time to make preparations for her arrival, he thought. His office was a large room, doubling also as an interrogation room. There were many pieces of furniture where his victims were secured to, including a wooden straight back chair, a low table, suitable for kneeling, a high stool, a gynecologist table, equipped with stirrups and the pillory. The pillory was his favorite. It was completely adjustable. The victim was secured by her head, arms and legs. The legs could be opened or closed, spreading to over five feet, more than enough to leave the victim spread and vulnerable. The pillory also moved up and down, powering the head and arms of the victim down to the ground. When the legs were kept stationary, and the head lowered, the victims ass would be pushed out and spread open, ready for any use. Often, the victim would be powerd to spread her knees to prevent them from breaking, opening herself for his pleasure. He was going to enjoy Natalie.

Natalie was sitting on the couch, waiting for a few minutes since her reservations were not for a half-hour. She turned toward the door, startled, as it burst open and three men in uniforms rushed in.

The guards caught sight of Natalie immediately as they came through the door, a passkey supplied by the hotel front desk making entrance easy. Two rushed over to her and pulled her up from the couch, while the other watched his prey, his hands full of equipment to secure her.

"What's going on, who are you? Natalie cried out, the sudden shock overcoming her.

"You are under arrest. The charges will be explained once we get back to Headquarters. In the meantime, you will only speak when spoken to." A hand shot out and slapped Natalie sharply, catching her on her right cheek. Before she could react, the hand backhanded her left cheek bringing tears to her eyes. "Do you understand?"

Natalie's arms were held tightly to her side, one of the guards grabbing her in a bear hug, her arms secured inside his grip. "Yes, Sir," she stammered. Oh, God, they are going to things to me again. She could feel her pussy already becoming wet.

The guard moved in front of Natalie, handcuffs dangling from his hand. "Arms in front," he ordered her. Natalie complied, putting both of her wrists in front together. She felt the cold steel cuffs slap onto her wrists, the sound of the cuffs locking breaking the silence in the room. "Move," the guard pushing Natalie out the front door and down the hall. A couple moved past her, seeing the cuffs on her hands and the guards holding her securely between them. They took the elevator to the lobby and as they passed the desk, Natalie heard one of the guards say to the clerk, "we will come back and get here things, she will be held downtown for a while."

Natalie cringed when she heard that. They intended to put her in primister. She knew what happened to her in just a few hours at the airport, what would they do to her in primister. Her pussy began to get wet. Oh, God, why is this making me wet. They will probably **** me. She saw the army truck, a large imposing vehicle. The door was opened in the back and the three guards pushed Natalie inside the truck. The noise of the door closing rang out, blocking out the sunlight, the truck dark, illuminated by two bulbs hanging from the ceiling. She looked around and saw the benches built around the side of the truck. Various rings were situated in the panels above the benches and also on the floor of the truck. She cringed when she thought of there use.

"Over here." The guard pulled Natalie over to the center of one side of the truck. He pulled a chain out from under the seat and attached it to the center of the cuffs. "Sit," pushing Natalie down until she plopped onto the hard bench. He pulled the chain up and secured it through the ring above her head and began to pull on the other end.

Slowly, Natalie's hands were being raised over her head. Higher and higher her arms went, over her head, her breasts beginning to strain against the blouse. She was almost pulled off of the seat before the guard stopped, her arms now pulled up tightly to the ring above her, stretching her upper body up. Her breasts pushed out from the cruel bondage. She felt the chain locked into place, her arms straining above her head. She felt a hand on each ankle, a leather strap being secured. A chain was attached to each strap and it was pulled out until it came to a ring in the floor, each about two feet from where her feet were.

"Not yet, don't secure her legs yet," one of the guards ordered the others. They pulled the chain through the ring, but did not tighten them. The guard in charge stepped before Natalie, his crotch at her eye level. He reached down to and cupped her face, powering her to look up at her. "Am I going to have to chain your legs open or will you submit?" He looked at her, evil in his eyes.

"No, don't chain me anymore, I will do what you say." Natalie did not have a choice. Either submit or being chained and they would have their way with anyway.

"That's a good decision, things could get very difficult and painful for you if you do not cooperate. We can and will do anything we want with you as you found out in the airport." His hands moved from her face, rubbing up her arms, stretched high over her head. "You have a very beautiful body, Natalie." He moved his crotch closer to her face, pushing the front of his pants against her lips.

Natalie could feel the hard cock in his pants push against her face, rubbing up against her mouth. No, please don't make me suck his cock, she thought as the hard cock rubbed over her face. Not in front of the others, she couldn't suck all of them.

The guard moved his crotch from her face and kneeled before her, his hands resting on her skirt, above her knees. He pushed her knees apart slightly, her legs spreading wider. "Yes, you are very beautiful, Natalie. You have such a young, untrained body, just waiting for someone to take charge of you. Captain Gomez has many plans for you when you get to headquarters, but I think we would like to see and feel you first. We have an hour ride so why not enjoy some of the treasures you have to offer. You don't mind, do you Natalie?"

Natalie saw the grins on all of the guard's faces and knew she had no choice. They could and would do anything they wanted to her body and she could not stop them. Her arms were bound and chained above her, her body defenseless against these evil men. "No, you may do as you want, I cannot stop you." Her head hung down submissively, preparing herself for the degradation they intended to inflict on her youthful body. Natalie saw the hands move up her legs, over her stomach, searching out her breasts. They moved up until they reached the bottom of her bra and the fingers became insistent, gripping her large breasts, thrust out by her bondage. The large hands moved over her tits and began to squeeze them, powering a groan of pain from Natalie as her breasts were used.

"Nice set of tits, Natalie," his fingers' molding her breasts as they mauled her tender flesh. He moved over to the buttons of her blouse and began to unbutton more of them until it was open to her waist. "Hope you don't mind showing your tits to us," he laughed as he pulled her blouse from her skirt and pushed it to the side. His hands reached again to her bra-encased breasts and began to squeeze and mold them again, fingers pinching, searching out for her nipples. He ran his fingers over the top of her breasts, the naked skin pushed up by her low-cut bra. He began to make pinching movements on her tit flesh, grabbing her flesh between his fingers and pinching hard, making Natalie gasp.

"Not so hard, please," she begged. She felt the hands reach inside her bra searching out her bare breasts. Fingers found her nipples and pinched them. "OOOOWWW," she cried, "not so hard."

The guard grabbed her naked tits and pulled them out of her bra, powering them out over her bra. The cool air rushed over her nipples, powering them into hard points, begging for the fingers to return. "Look at the nipples on this bitch," his fingers groping her tit flesh, grabbing onto the hard nipples and squeezing them tightly. "You like that, Natalie, you like when I pinch your nipples hard."

Natalie arched her back as her nipples were vulgarly grabbed and twisted. "OOOOHHHH, GGGOOODD, that hurts, please, my nipples hurt," she cried out, twisting her body trying to escape the cruel fingers. She felt the guard move his fingers off her nipples before snapping two fingers back on her nipple, striking the delicate morsel, the pain jolting her body. The fingers moved to the other, snapping again on the erect tissue, another jolt of pain running through her body.

The guard watched her body as he snapped her nipples. His fingers reached out again and grabbed her nipples and begin to pull them from her body. He watched as her nipples elongated, his fingers digging harder into her nipple flesh to make sure it did not lose its grip. "You have nice big nipples, they are made to be used."

Natalie cringed at the crude comments made by the guard as he twisted her nipples, the pain racing through her body. She could see the other guards watching, waiting for their turn to use her body. She was already stripped half-naked, her breasts pushed up like an offering, begging to be used. She could see the bulges in the other guard's pants, their cock getting hard from her pain.

The guard releases her nipples, the flesh snapping back, her nipples and areola turning red from the use, but staying hard and erect. He began to unbutton his pants and lower them to the floor of the truck. His cock bulged his shorts out as he grabbed it in his hand. "I want you to suck my cock, Natalie. Open your mouth real wide and let's see how good of a cocksucker you can be." He pushed his shorts down, his cock springing into view. He grabbed his cock and began to rub it over Natalie's face, precum already on the large head, smearing over her cheeks, glistening in the light.

"Please, don't make me do that, I don't want that in my mouth," she begged. She felt the sticky cum on her face. His cock was huge and was hot and throbbing. She did not think she could even get her lips around it, let alone have him power it into her mouth. She felt fingers at her lips, pushing in, powering her lips apart.

"Behave, Natalie, now open up the sweet little mouth and suck my cock. Now don't tell me you never sucked a cock before. That little angel face was born to be fucked." The fingers pushed into her mouth, two fingers spreading her lips apart, preparing her for the cock that was waiting.

"MMMGGGG," Natalie cried, "nnneevver did that before, please don't make me." She squirmed on the bench, her fists clenching as her lips were spread wider and wider, three fingers now opening her mouth, getting it ready for the large cock to fuck her face. She felt the spongy tip of his cock push into the opening and the fingers retreat, the head of his cock now keeping her lips open and spread.

"Don't bite, Natalie, just lick the head, get it nice and wet. I'm going to fuck your face until I cum in your mouth. You are going to swallow my cum like a good, little cocksucker. Then the other guards are going to have a turn fucking your face. You are going to have to swallow three loads of cum. If you do a good job, we will make you cum. Now take my cock a little deeper."

His cum was salty and thick and stuck to her tongue. How would she be able to swallow the vile substance when he came? She felt the cock come alive in her mouth. As she ran her tongue over it, it jerked in the hot confines of her oral cavity. It filled her mouth as it began to push deeper and deeper into her mouth, her tongue running over the crown and lapping at his piss slit. She heard him moan in pleasure as she sucked in the large cock. She could feel her pussy begin to get wet. She was being taken against her will, a cock powerd into her mouth while they watched her suck it, trying to bring his cum out of his balls and into her willing mouth. She was proud of herself, she had taken the huge instrument into her mouth and was pleasing him. She continued to run her tongue over the cock as she felt it push deeper into her mouth. She felt hands on the side of her head, pulling her onto the cock embedded in her mouth.

"Take it deeper, Natalie, take my cock down your throat." He pulled Natalie onto his cock at the same time he pushed into her mouth. He could feel his cock bumping against the back of her mouth. He felt her gag as his cock tried to push into her throat. He pulled back out for a second, hearing her gasp for air as the huge cock in her throat blocked her breathing. "Relax and take my cock, you can do it, Natalie."

Natalie felt the huge cock try to enter her throat, making her gag as it pushed deeper. He stomach turned inside out as she fetishd. "AGGGG, GGGGHHHH," the cock pulling from her mouth. She sucked in air before the cock began its re-entry, pushing her tongue aside as it powered to the back of her mouth. "GGGGHHHHH, AAAWWWWW," the cock obligation her again. It continued to press forward, her gagging and obligation milking the cock, squeezing it so tightly as it powerd itself down her throat. Hand held her tightly, powering her to take the cock down her throat.

"That's a good girl, Natalie, swallow my cock, take it in your throat and squeeze my cum out." He pulled out and then fucked back into her mouth again, seeking out her defenseless throat, powering her to accept the **** of her mouth and throat. She might not have ever sucked a cock before, but she was a natural cocksucker.

Natalie could feel the cock getting bigger in her mouth. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the cock as it pushed relentlessly in and out her virgin mouth, fucking her face. Her arms were chained high above her head, her breasts naked and swollen and her mouth was being fucked by a huge cock, yet her pussy was dripping wet.

"I'm going to pull my cock out of your throat. Take a deep breath than run your tongue over the head of my cock while sucking on it. I'm ready to cum and I want to cum on your tongue. Don't forget, swallow all of my cum. That's a good girl, deep breath. Yes, your tongue feels so good, keeping sucking, yes, aaawwww, IIIII'MMMMM cccccummmminnng, in your hot little mouth. Suck my cum out." He pushed his cock in and out, her tongue running over the head as he unloaded jets of cum in her virgin mouth. He had taken her virgin mouth and fucked it.

Natalie ran her tongue back and forth over the cock. She felt it swell up in her mouth and she knew that she was about to receive her first load of cum in her mouth. She braced for it. The first blast of cum took her by surprise. It shot out with such power it almost came out her nose. Her mouth was quickly filling with his hot, pasty cum. She did not necessarily like the taste of it, but she obeyed and sucked the cum for all she was worth. She swallowed the first mouthful just in time to receive the next. While not as much as the first, it still shot to the back of her mouth and down her throat, making her fetish on it. She ran her tongue over his piss slit, dragging a third and final load of cum in her mouth. She felt the cock soften and slowly withdraw from her mouth. It ran over her lips, leaving a trail of hot cum on its way out. She ran her tongue over her lips, lapping up the last of his cum as his cock plucked from her tight confines of her mouth.

The guard ran his wet cock over her lips and face as he pulled it from her mouth. "Are you ready for another, Natalie? Are you ready to suck another cock and swallow another load of cum?

Another guard moved in front of Natalie, his cock already out and hard. He pushed it up to her closed lips. "Suck my cock, Natalie, do a good job, open wide and take it in." He pushed his cock into her parted lips and felt her tongue begin to bathe his cock.

Natalie felt another cock at her lips and she willingly parted them, allowing it to fuck inside of her mouth. It felt so hard as it begin to fuck her again, reaching out for her throat, making her fetish and gag again as she was powerd to accept the cruel ravishment of her mouth. She could feel her pussy juice run down her thighs as she began to suck the cock in her mouth again.

The only sound in the truck was Natalie obligation and gagging as the cock fucked her face. Long minutes of powerful plunges down her throat, powering her to swallow the long instrument. Natalie lapped at the cock with her tongue, trying to make it cum in her mouth. Finally it plunged deep inside of her throat and she could feel it pulsate in her throat, shooting his cum directly into her stomach. He pulled out just in time for Natalie to receive his next load of cum in her mouth, it bathing her tongue with the hot, salty mixture. She did not have a chance to swallow the load before his third load filled her mouth. Cum began to drip down her lips onto her chin as her mouth was filled to overflowing with his heavy cum. She gulped and swallowed the cum, it filling her stomach with two loads of cum. She felt the shrunken cock pull from her mouth, her lips dripping with his cum.

"I think we should make Natalie cum while she is sucking the last cock. Let's get her into a more desirable position first."

Natalie felt hands return to her ankles, taking the chains off of the leather cuffs. They pushed her legs together.

"Behind her head, put her legs behind her head." They raised up her legs, past her waist until they were pushed up to her head.

"You're breaking my legs, please, they wouldn't bend that far," Natalie cried. Her legs were pushed up high, her skirt riding up, uncovering her panty-covered mound. She felt them give her legs a final push and they went behind her head. She felt them snap the ankle cuffs together, securing her legs tightly behind her head. She could feel the cool air on her naked ass, only covered by her thong panties.

The guards stepped back to look at Natalie. She sat bound, her arms above her head, her naked breasts pushed up and out of her bra, her legs high over her head, restrained. Her lower body was now spread open for their pleasure, her thong panties the last protection. One of the guards crouched down before her, staring directly at her spread pussy. "I'm going to eat your cunt until you cum." The last guard pushed in front of Natalie, his hard cock waiting to enter her hot mouth. He wanted his blowjob.

Natalie felt fingers on her crotch, rubbing over her panty-covered pussy, her panties soaked with her juices. She felt the fingers push her panties aside, baring her pussy to his gaze. Fingers pulled her pussy lips open, blowing hot air on her spread pussy. Natalie shivered in lust as she felt a tongue begin to run up her exposed pussy. At the same time another hard cock pushed against her lips. She parted them again, allowing the erect member to enter her mouth, ready for another face fucking. Her hips jerked as the tongue ran up and down her pussy slit, fingers pulling her pussy lips open. The tongue pushed against her pussy and slipped inside, her pussy gripping it as in pushed in an inch. "MMMMGGGG,AAAGGGGHH," the only noise escaping from her mouth as the thick cock began to fuck her face, her lips sucking hard on the cock, her tongue playing over the head. Natalie jumped, the tongue seeking out her clit. Fingers found her clit hood, pushed it aside and the tongue began to lap the erect little morsel, lips sucking it inside his mouth, while his tongue rasped over the tender flesh. Her body jerked back and forth from the tongue fucking as her mouth was continually buffeted by the hard cock fucking her face.

"You sure learned how to suck a cock fast, Natalie, your going to suck all the cum out of my balls soon. Take my cock deep in your throat." He powerd his cock further into her mouth, her gagging testifying to the fact that it began to enter her throat. He felt Natalie's throat massaging the erect cock. "I'm going to cum soon. Make the bitch cum with me."

Fingers pulled Natalie's cheeks apart, exposing her tiny anus. She was still an anal virgin, her anus a tiny star on her bottom. She jumped as the hot tongue rolled over her exposed anus, sending shivers through her body. Now a tongue was trying to enter her anus. She felt the tongue stiffen and then power her anus open, pushing into her anus, her sphincter tightening down on the oral digit, trying to power it from her body.

"Stick a finger up her ass and bite her clit. Make the bitch cum. I going to shoot in her hot mouth in a minute."

Natalie's hips tried to move up as a finger began to push into her anus, opening her bunghole as it slid over the spit covered anus. She bucked up as her body tried to expel the digit. She felt the mouth move back over her clit, exposed and hard, as it sucked the morsel into his mouth. His tongue ran roughly over it powering groans from Natalie, as the finger in her ass continued is anal ravishment, pushing relentlessly into her anal tract. It was now up to the second joint, gripped tightly by her sphincter. Another push and the finger was fully embedded into her rectum, twisting and turning within the confines of her anal tract. "OOOOOOOGGGGGHHH," she mumred, her mouth filled with hard cock as teeth bit down on her clit as lips sucked it into his mouth. It felt like he was trying to tear if off. The finger twisting in her rectum, her clit getting bit and pulled was too much for her overloaded body. She could feel an orgasm approaching. She pumped her body up and down on the mouth and finger masturbating her. "AAAGGGG," she cried out as she climaxed. She felt the cock in her mouth begin to shoot and fill her oral cavity with his hot cum. She shuddered in another orgasm as her ravaged body betrayed herself, cumming from the powerd masturbation as she sucked the third and final cock, filling her stomach with another load of cum.

The guard felt Natalie's hot mouth suck the cum out of his balls, shooting into her mouth, filling her with his hot cum. She felt her body shudder, knowing that they had made her cum. He dumped another load, filling her mouth to overflowing, running down her face. He withdrew from her mouth, his cock softening as it slipped from her lips. They watched as Natalie's body shuddered and slumped exhausted.

"Time to meet Captain Gonzales. He has so many things to do to that delightful body." The guards released her legs and help put her clothes back together. When they finished, Natalie did not look like she was fucked out.

Natalie was ushered into Captain Gonzales office. The first thing she noticed was the large amount of bondage equipment, all meant to hold a permister in restraint. She shuddered in fear, but also in excitement. She knew that soon she would be bound and unable to defend herself and they would then take advantage of her young body, making her do things that were perverted. But, at the same time she felt her body beginning to get excited again, even though they had just made her cum, the unknown exciting her.

"Ah, Natalie, I am glad you could make it. I hope my guards made your ride her enjoyable. I like to share the simple pleasures we get her with my men." Gonzales stared at Natalie, takeing in the delightful body she had. His men had already described her charms and the way she had responded to her powerd masturbation. He thought of the many things he would do to that body, many of them she would enjoy, but also the ones she would not.

"Yes, Sir, why am I here?" Natalie looked at Gonzales with fear in her eyes. She could see the evil.

"We have had you under surveillance since your arrival. You have been spotted speaking to subversives in our country and we must be assured that you do not have intentions of overthrowing our government. We will keep you here until we are sure you are cooperating with us fully. Do you wish to cooperate with us Natalie?"

Natalie cringed when she heard his last sentence. She knew what he meant when he asked her to cooperate fully. He wanted her to submit to him sexually. And she knew that he would do unspeakable things to her and she would be powerd to accept and even help them do them to her. She did not have a choice. She still had three days before she was to return home, no one would even miss her for three days. "Yes, I will do whatever you say, Sir," her head hanging down submissively.

"That is a very good attitude to have, Natalie. I will try to make your visit as painless as possible. Now, I have some work to do before I can attend to you and my men have to get back to their very important duties, so I am going to have to place you in restraints while I finish. Please, remove your clothes except for you panties and your high heels. Hurry, now, I am a busy man."

Natalie nervously began to unbutton her blouse, let it pull loose from her skirt. She slid it off her shoulders and placed it on the chair near her. Her skirt was next, unsnapping it and letting it fall to a puddle on the floor beneath her.

"You have a very lovely body, Natalie, remove the bra. My men tell me you have very lovely breasts."

Natalie reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. She covered her breasts by cupping her them with her palms.

"I cannot see them when you cover them like that. Now, remove your hands and place them at your side. Show me your breasts."

Natalie hung her head down and let her arms fall to her sides. She blushed, knowing that her beasts were now naked for the Captain to see. In the van, she was bound and they uncovered her, she was being powerd to strip herself for his pleasure. She could feel her nipples harden, partly in excitement, part from the cool air in the room.

"Straighten up, push your breasts out, they are very beautiful and full. Your nipples are big and erect. Are you getting excited over stripping for me, Natalie?

Natalie straightened her back and pushed her chest out. She could feel her breasts standing up high and tall on her chest, her nipples hard and erect, pointing outward. "Please, Sir, do not humiliate me anymore, let me keep my clothes on."

"You will spend most of your time here naked and many people will get to see and inspect your body, especially your most intimate parts, so you might as well get used to if. Now, turn around, I see that you are wearing thong panties and I want to see that gorgeous ass."

Natalie turned around, at least she would not have to look at his face as he humiliated here.

"Yes, you have a great ass, Natalie, so full. It was made for spanking. Have you ever been spanked before, Natalie? Bend over and touch your toes and hold that position.

"Please don't spank me, I haven't been spanked since I was six, I am too old for that," she cried. She bent over, her ass pushing out towards him. She kept her legs clamped tightly, hoping that he could not see her intimate charms.

"I am afraid we might have to punish you while you are here and that lovely ass was made for spanking. Now stand up and walk over to the center of the room."

Natalie was pushed to the center of the room until she stood under two chains hanging from the ceiling. Gonzales lowered the chain until they were in front of her, waist high. He brought out the handcuffs again and the sharp snap echoed throughout the room as she was again secured. He attached the chain to the handcuffs and the chain began to move toward the ceiling again.

Natalie felt her wrists again bound, this time the chain attached to them. She heard the chain clanging as it pulled up towards the ceiling her arms slowly rising with the chain. Up, they went higher, her arms now going over her head, her breasts rising on her chest, pulled up by her upward movement of her arms. Natalie felt the handcuffs start to pull on her wrists, her body held taunt by the chain. She could feel Gonzales moving behind her.

"I need quiet while I am working, so I am going to use this."

Natalie felt Gonzales push something from behind her towards her face. As it passed into her vision, she noticed that it was a large wooden dowel, over 2 inches in diameter. It was about four inches wide and at each end was leather strips hanging loosely.

"Open you mouth, Natalie. That's a good girl," pushing the dowel into her mouth and pulling it behind her head with the leather straps. He tied it and began to pull it, powering her mouth to open more and more as it pulled back. When her mouth was stretched open, the thick dowel jammed between her lips, he tied the leather straps tightly, securing it in place. This would silence most noise from Natalie except for grunting and groaning.

Gonzales stepped back to admire Natalie. She hung there, her mouth stretched open with a wooden dowel, her body pulled taunt by the chains pulling her arms over her head, her breasts heaving as she struggled to keep her position. "Just a little more and then I will be finished."

Natalie felt straps run over her ankles, circling them three times before a knot tied tightly. Another strap at her knees did the same, with a third place tightly around her thighs. Her legs were now bound securely together.

"Now, just a little higher and I will leave you alone for a while."

Natalie shook her head back and forth, "MMMMGGG, MMMMMRRRR" the only noise possible behind the dowel in her mouth as she felt her wrists pulled up higher. The handcuffs began to dig into her wrists, igniting extreme pain as she was pulled up.

"On your tiptoes, that's good, stay on your tiptoes and the pain will be less." Gonzales stepped over to the edge of the wall and turned on a switch. A lamp overhead lit up, illuminating Natalie in a bright, hot light. He looked over at Natalie, hearing her grunt and groan as her body strained to remain on her tiptoes. Her arms were stretched tightly over her head. Her body was pulled tightly, her legs stretching to reach the floor, her muscles taunt. Her belly was pulled tight, her breasts standing high up on her chest, heaving as she strained. The heat from the light was starting to have the effect on her, sweat beginning to appear on her body. Gonzales gazed at her in lust, soon she would be glistening in sweat, her youthful body straining to lessen the pain, a sight that made his cock hard.

Natalie felt Gonzales move behind her, his body pressed up against hers. She could feel his hard cock on her exposed ass as he rubbed against her. His fingers reached around, searching out her breasts and nipples, gripping them tightly.

"That's a good girl, Natalie, I will be back for you shortly." His fingers pinched her nipples hard, invoking a muffled cry from Natalie. "Yes, your body is so sensitive. Soon your legs will tire and you will hang from your wrists, but you will soon find out that it is more painful and return to the tiptoes." Gonzales walked back to his desk and began to work again. He would look up at Natalie, his cock straining his pants as he saw the torment in her face as her half-naked, taunt body hung for his pleasure. Soon he would need release. By that time, Natalie will be more then willing to allow him his perverted pleasures with her body.

Captain Gonzales tried to pay attention and get his work done but with such a lovely creature standing tall, her body pulled taunt, naked before him, it was difficult. His cock was so hard he thought it would bust the zipper on his pants. He looked at his watch and saw that it was 9:55, only five more minutes until his visitors would arrive. There was three high ranking government officials coming at his request. They were all over 70 years old and very powerful in the President Castro government. He was hoping that they might help further his career so he had arranged that they be present when he played with pretty Natalie.

Natalie watched as Gonzales walked over to her. Her arms hurt terribly, her legs no longer able to support her. She had stood on tiptoes as long as she could but the pain in her feet finally overcame her and she now hung, limply by her wrists, the handcuffs digging deep into her wrists. She could see that his hard cock bulging out his pants, but she did not care. She knew she had to get released from the handcuffs. "Please, Sir, please let me down, my wrists feel like they are going to break." Her body covered in sweat shone in the lights of the room.

"What's the matter, dear, am I not making you comfortable?" He moved next to her and his hands reached up and ran over her taunt stomach, his palms rubbing over the sweat covered stomach.

She pulled in her stomach when she felt his hand touch her. She felt it moving on her and she knew that he would be soon running his hands all over her body and she couldn't do anything to stop it. She was not sure she even wanted him to stop. She could already feel her pussy becoming wet. She was learning to love the things they powerd her to do. They kept making her cum. "I'll do anything, just let me down, anything," she begged. She knew that she had no choice, the handcuffs were cutting her wrists.

"Are you willing to cooperate with me, Natalie? Are you willing to do anything I order you? I will expect complete obedience from you, if you dare to disobey me you will be punished swiftly and painfully. Is that understood?"

"What are you going to do?" she cried as Gonzale's hands moved up and begin to gently rub over her breasts. She felt his fingers searching out her nipples and she knew she would soon feel the tightening of the fingers on them. He seemed to enjoy inflicting pain on her delicate nipples. But they always became harder and more erect when they did it.

"That doesn't matter, you will soon find out. You must accept whatever I desire of your lovely body." He moved behind her, his arms circling her, his hands now grabbing her breasts tightly, squeezing them hard, watch her body jump from the painful grip of his hands. He grabbed her nipples with his fingers and began to tighten them. He could feel her body clenching as the pain began. He enjoyed playing with their bodies this way, feeling them trying to fight him but unable to stop him. This was the best part about the job, the availability of young, nubile girls, stripped naked and powerd to allow him to degrade them. He would almost work for nothing to be able to do this.

"Yes," her voice trembling as she hung there, Gonzales body pressed up hard against her. She could feel his hard cock pushed against her. Her nipples began to burn in pain as his fingers continued to dig into the delicate buds. "Yes, I will do whatever you say," resigning to her fate.

"That's very good Natalie, we are going to spend some time together," his hands moving down from her breasts, over the flat plane of her stomach until he reached her pussy. His fingers brushed over her sparse pussy hair before pushing down lower, two fingers spreading her pussy lips apart as they slid down. "You're awfully wet, Natalie, I think you enjoy this. I think we can find many things to excite you, Natalie, many things."

Natalie was jolted back to reality with the heavy knock on the door. Please, no more people, she thought, her eyes glued to the heavy door.

"That's our visitors, Natalie, they are going to enjoy watching you as I humiliate you. You don't mind, do you Natalie?"

"No, Sir," her head hanging down in shame, others would watch as he did things to her body.

"Come in," Gonzales yelled to the door. The door opened and three old men came into the room. They were all in their seventies and their eyes opened wide when they saw the naked girl strung up in the corner, Gonzales behind her, his fingers running over her splayed pussy lips. "Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Natalie. Natalie is our visitor for a few days and she has consented to you being here, haven't you Natalie?" He pushed his finger in her pussy, feeling her grabbing it tightly as he did.

"Yes," her voice trembling. She did not expect such old men. It seemed so much more degrading that they will be watching her.

Gonzales moved his hands from Natalie and began to let her handcuffs hands come down. Her feet fell flat to the floor, relief covering her face, as her wrists were no longer straining to hold her weight. Her hands reached her waist, the chain hanging loosely now. He reached down and opened her handcuffs.

Natalie's head hung down as she rubbed her wrists, the feeling returning to them. She did not want to see the faces of the old men ogling her naked body. She felt the restraints taken from her legs. She stood there, waiting for the unknown. She felt Gonzale's hand around her waist, leading her away.

"Over here, Natalie." He moved her over towards his desk where an examination chair was situated.

Natalie cringed when she saw where she was being led. Near the desk stood a strange looking chair. She knew what it would be used for. The back of the chair was made of molded plastic, formed fitted to hold the body of a female. The seat, if you could call it that, consisted only of a small plastic section. The whole chair was on an incline. Along the edge, at the bottom of the seat stood out two stirrups.

"Sit down, Natalie. We want to examine your body very intimately and we want you to help us." Gonzales turned Natalie around and pushed her back into the chair. He helped to keep her from falling as he glided her body into the contoured chair.

Natalie felt the cold plastic hit her back as she was placed in the chair. She was half-sitting, half-reclining in the chair. She started to slide down the chair, the bottom not providing any support.

"Put your legs in the stirrups, Natalie, otherwise you will slip to the floor. Now, don't be embarrassed. We are going to see much more of your body real soon. We are just getting going." He watched as her shapely legs moved up and first the left, then the right was placed in the stirrups.

Natalie felt per pussy spreading open, as she put her legs in the stirrup. The stirrups prevented her from slipping from the chair but the downward pressure of her body powerd pressure on her legs, spreading her legs open wider.

"Gentlemen, why don't you bring a chair over her so you may see better." The three men grabbed chairs, their eyes never leaving Natalie's spread pussy and placed them in front of her. Gonzale's chair was placed directly between her spread legs. "Now, look up Natalie, we all want to see your face. Don't hide your offense, that pleases us. And you do want to please us don't you?"

Natalie looked into Gonzale's eyes, her face already red in embarrassment as she sat in the chair, naked and spread, four sets of eyes on her naked body. She looked down at Gonzales as his hands reached out to her legs, pushing the stirrups up higher, making her bend her knees more. He put his hand on the inside of her thigh and pushed outward, making her spread open more. The hand went to the other side, again pushing outward, her pussy now gaping open for all of them to see.

"I'm not going to strap her legs in because I know that Natalie will keep her legs spread open for us, wouldn't you?" Gonzales looked into her eyes as she nodded her head. "That's a good girl. Continue cooperating with us, Natalie. Gentlemen, Natalie has very lovely breasts and very sensitive nipples. She loves when they are used roughly. Natalie, we want you to play with your body. We are going to watch you cum. In fact you are going to cum many times for us."

"No, not that," she cried. It was bad enough that they were going to use her body, now Gonzales wanted her to masturbate in front of them. "Please, don't make me do that."

"Now, now, Natalie, there is nothing more sexy then a lovely girl masturbating for us. I will help you, I have some lovely toys that I want to use on your body, but you are going to do most of it. Starts by playing with your nipples, wet your fingers and make them hard. NOW, I am not going to tell you twice again," his voice raised.

Startled by his voice, she put her fingers in her mouth, running her tongue over the digits and then moved down to her breasts. Her body quivered as her nipples instantly sprung to erection as her wet fingers touched them. She closed her eyes, the feeling beginning in her loins.

"Open and watch us, we want to see your eyes at all times. Continue, play with your nipples. Gentlemen, if you will notice, you can see some pussy juice glistening on Natalie's spread pussy."

Natalie jumped as she felt Gonzale's fingers spread her pussy lips open more, stretching them wide, giving everyone a clear view of her pink insides. She could feel how wet she was getting, now they also knew. Her fingers continued to pull and tug on her nipples. Gonzales was right, she loved it when she felt the pain in her nipples. She pinched harder, squeezing the tender morsels between her fingers, the red rushing into the pointed tips. "MMMM," she began to moan.

Gonzales picked up two nipple clamps. "Put these on your nipples, Natalie. They are very tight and will hurt. Leave the tip of your nipple still uncovered." He handed them to Natalie and she looked into his eyes, knowing that she would have to inflict her own pain on her nipples.

Natalie put one down and grabbed the other, opening the clamp, small metal teeth inside. They were going to hurt, really hurt bad. Her other hand grabbed her breast just behind the nipple, pushing outward, making the nipple stand out. It was so hard and erect. She moved the clamp over the nipple, the cold clamp stimulating her nipple to even greater hardness. She closed her eyes and clenched her mouth as she released the nipple. She felt a terrible pressure and then all of a sudden the pain shot up her spine. "EEEEEEHHHHHHH," she screamed, her chest heaving up and down as the clamp stood out, clamped tightly on her crushed nipple. Her fists tightened in pain as the pain continued, feeling like a pair of pliers was crushing her nipples. "AAAAAHHHH," the pain clouding her brain. She looked through her tear stained eyes, all of them watching her as she used her own body for their pleasure.

"Very good, Natalie, now the other, we don't want it to feel neglected."

Natalie took in a deep breath, the pain diminishing in her other nipple to a dull ache. She knew how much it would hurt when she did it again. Her fingers grabbed her breast, the other hand opening the clamp and she quickly snapped it down on her other nipple. "AAAAAAGGGGHHHH, hurt's bad, EEEEEHHHHH," tears now rolling down her cheeks, the pain returning, shooting into her body. Her chest heaved up and down, igniting the pain in the clamps as they bounced around on her chest. "Pleeeeaassee, can I take them off, they hurt so much, pllllleeeasse."

Gonzales smiled at her, "no, we just got started Natalie." His hands moved up to her breasts, grabbing them just below the nipples, now pinched tightly by the clamps. He squeezed them, sending red to the pinched tips.

"OOOOHHH, that hurts, please don't," her hands raising up to push his away but deciding against it. She clenched her fists in pain as the pain radiated from the delicate tips.

"That's a good girl, keep your hands down. I want you to play with your pussy. That will make you forget the pain in your nipples. I am going to make your nipples become even harder. I will enjoy the increased pain they will bring you. Now, play with your pussy. Make yourself cum for us, Natalie."

Natalie watched as Gonzales hands continued to squeeze her breasts, the red pounding in her nipples as the clamps crushed them. She moved her hand down to her pussy, all eyes on her spread thighs as her fingers ran down her pussy lips, already spread wide and wet in anticipation. Her hips pushed up as her fingers found her wet sex and brushed over her pussy. "AAAAGGGHH, pleassse," not even sure what she was protesting. Her fingers pushed down lower, spreading her pussy juices up and down her slit. One finger found its way inside her pussy, gripped tightly as it speared inside her body.

"Play with your clit with your other hand, Natalie, I want you to cum for us." Gonzales grabbed a small paintbrush about 1/2 inch wide. It was made of heavy horsehair, very rough. He moved it up to her trapped nipple and began to brush it over the exposed tip. He had purposely left the tip of her nipple uncovered, the clamp tightened behind it. As he stimulated the nipple, it would enlarge, but with the clamp behind it biting tightly into, the pain would increase.

Natalie arched her back up, the brush rubbing harshly over the tip. With the red pushed to the tip by the clamp, it felt like sandpaper was rubbing over it. "OOOOWWW," she cried, but her other hand moved down to her clit, pushing back the clitoral hood and finding her clit red and swollen in expectation. Her body shuddered as her finger rubbed over it, her other hand pushing two fingers into her pussy, spreading herself open to those that gazed at her spread body. The brush moved over to her other nipple, igniting the pain in that one. She continued to finger her pussy, her juices soaking her fingers as they plunged in and out of her tight pussy. She grabbed her clit hard, rubbing the bud, her hips bouncing up and down as she masturbated for them. What have they made her into? Here she was naked, legs spread wide in stirrups, her tits pinched by clamps and she was masturbating herself in front of three, strange seventy year old men while another incited pain in her nipples. And she felt the beginning of stirrings in her loin, feelings that she would soon climax. "OOOOHHH, yyyyeeess," three fingers now in her pussy. She could feel her pussy clamping down on them as she worked them in and out her pussy, the sound of her wet fingers sloshing around inside her pussy turning her face red in embarrassment.

Gonzales knew she was about to pop. "Cum for us, Natalie, these fine gentlemen would love to see a young girl like you masturbate and cum for them. Maybe this will get you off." His fingers dropped the brush and moved up to the clamps. Her breasts shook as they grabbed the clamps, new pain returning to her nipples. He pinched the clamps in, opening them, releasing the grip they had on her ***d nipples.

"OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWAAAAAAAADDDDDDHHH," she cried in pain as the red rushed to her nipples, the pain rushing to her brain. She tugged on her clit harder and harder, three fingers fucking faster and faster into her cunt. "OOOOOOWWWW, nnnooottt agggain," she screamed as Gonzales let go of the clamps, the tiny teeth on them biting into her bruised and battered nipples again. This time they pinched hard on the tips, the clamps sticking straight out from her body, gravity pulling them down, bending her nipples downward. She saw the smiles on the men's faces, their hands grabbing their cocks in their pants as she masturbated for their enjoyment, her fingers fucking her cunt deeper and deeper

Gonzales let go of the clamps on her tips, watching as the sharp teeth bit into her female flesh, trapping the hard, pink tips in their jaws. His fingers rubbed over the clamps, making them dance on her chest, each time they moved, the pain increasing. "Cum for us, Natalie, cum on your fingers for us."

"IIIII'MMMMMM CCCCCUMMMMINNNNGGG, oh god, " she cried, three fingers pushed deep inside her pussy as she felt the first spasm of her pussy grabbing the fingers tightly inside her. "OOOOOOWWW, GGGGOOODDDD," it felt like Gonzales was ripping her nipples from her breasts as he flicked the clamps with his fingers, making them jump around on her breasts. The pain sent a second orgasm, more powerful then the first, her fingers rubbing over her clit. Just when she thought it was over, Gonzales slapped her right breast hard, sending the clamp flying across the room, the clamp tearing her delicate nipple as it pulled from her body. "OOOOHHHH, NNNOOOOTTT AAAGGGAAAIINN," her pussy pulsating in another orgasm. Another slap to her other breast and a fourth and final orgasm was ripped from her young body as the pain shot from her breasts down to her pussy. "AAAAGGGGGGHHH," her body slumping down in the chair, raising her pussy higher, her cum drenched fingers pulling noisily from her pussy.

Gonzales raised her hand up to her mouth and put her cum drenched fingers into her mouth, her lips glistening as her cum was pushed into her oral cavity. "Clean your fingers for us Natalie, suck your pussy juice off of your finger."

Natalie cringed in offense, but her tongue began to run over her fingers, tasting her salty cum filling her mouth. She had cum for them, their eyes glued to her orgasm shattered body, sweat glistening on her skin, cum running down her thighs as she sucked the cum from her fingers. Had they turned her into a whore, powerd to perform for them?

"You certainly are the nasty little slut, aren't you Natalie? You're all covered with cum, I will have to get you cleaned up. Any of you gentlemen wish to clean up Natalie's thighs with your tongues?" Gonzales had to move his chair out of the way quickly as all three tried to rush Natalie, with only one winning.

Natalie's body was so relaxed that she almost missed the whole conversation until she felt a pair of withered hands rubbing on her thighs. She looked down to see the small, gray haired head between her thighs and could feel hot breath breathing on her pussy. "No, please, not that, not him," she begged. She didn't want a seventy-year-old man running his tongue around her pussy, eating her out. That would be too humiliating, especially if he made her cum.

"I told you we are going to make you cum, make you cum a lot. Now just lay back and relax while he eats out that delicious young pussy. I bet you he has had more then enough experience to make your little body cum on his tongue." Gonzales smiled at Natalie as he saw the man begin to run his hands up and down her thighs, each time moving closer to her soaked pussy.

Oh, God, please make this over with, please, no more she thought, not sure if she could suffer through another humiliating cum in front of them. She let her body slump in the chair, resigning to the fact that she could not stop them from doing whatever they wanted with her body. She felt the cold, clammy hands moving up and down her sleek, taunt skin of her thighs. They seem to urge her thighs further apart, seeking to spread her pussy open even more then it was now. Her body shuddered as she felt a slimy tongue begin to run up her left thigh, starting at her knee and moving higher. She could feel it leaving a trail of saliva as it moved upward. The other hand grabbed her other thigh hard, squeezing and grasping the tender flesh between its bony fingers.

Both hands now moved up, moving up over her pussy, spreading fingers moving over her sparse bush to grab her pussy lips. She felt the fingers grab her lips tightly between them and pull them apart. "NOOOTTT, so far, that hurts," her pussy lips pulled wide. She could see him looking directly into her spread pussy, his face only inches from her pussy, his hot breath on her insides. His fingers rubbed around her pussy, first pulling her outer lips apart, then finding her inner lips, now swollen from sex. Fingers spread them apart, opening her vagina to his gaze. She jumped as she felt a hot tongue touch her pussy lips, running from the bottom, all the way to the top, licking up her cum. The tongue flicked back and forth, lapping at her cunt like a dog, cleaning her cum from her body. She felt the fingers pulling her open again and the tongue, now straight out and hard, pushed into her vagina, opening up her, wiggling back and forth inside her, bathing her insides. Her ass rose up from the seat, her hands moved down to the head between her gripping it tightly in her hands, pushing it down on her, stabbing the tongue deeper inside her. "OH, Yes, please, yes."

"I knew our little Natalie would love a nice tongue eating out her pussy."

Natalie laid back, her legs spread wide, the only sound in the room was her heavy breathing and the sound of the tongue lapping at her pussy. You could hear the smacking as his tongue fucked in and out of her pussy, her pussy juices rolling all over it as it tongue-fucked her youthful pussy. "Oh, YYEEESSS, you are going to make me cum again, you bastard," she cried, her hips arching up higher, powering the tongue further into her pussy. She felt the tongue move back to licking up and down her pussy slit, his fingers tugging her lips apart. "No, please, yes," she begged as she felt the bony fingers move up to the top of her pussy and peel back the clit hood, exposing her super-sensitive clit. "OOOOOHHHHH," as she felt the hot air blowing on her clit, "AAAAAAAWWWWW," as the tongue reached out and lapped over the hard and erect bud-like clit, still swollen from her previous cum. It felt like he was sucking her clit down his throat as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue playing back and forth over it as her hips bucked under him.

"Do you like that, Natalie, I think you should lick her tiny little asshole, would you like that Natalie, tell him to eat your asshole, Natalie?" Gonzales watched as she bounced around on the chair, her ass raising up from the chair, her hands pushing the head deeper into her spread pussy.

"Raise your ass up higher, so he can get to your asshole and beg him to eat your asshole, Natalie?"

Natalie did not care any longer that he was seventy years old, she had never had anyone eat her pussy like he was doing to her. His tongue was everywhere, her pussy lips, deep inside her pussy and pulling and lapping at her clit. She had never had anyone eat her asshole before, it was too disgusting and filthy to do but she did not want him to stop. She pushed her hips up higher, her ass raised over six inches from the chair. This exposed her tiny asshole to him, the spread of her legs making it unprotected. "Yes, eat my asshole, you bastard, stick your big tongue up my asshole," she screamed. "AAAAAHHHH." She felt the hot and wet tongue hit her sensitive asshole and she jumped, but the tongue followed her body, searching out her tiny asshole, rimming it. She moved her hips around in a circle as the tongue rubbed all around her anus. Oh, God, it felt so good, she could not believe it could feel that could. She felt fingers move to the edge of her asshole on each side and begin to pull on the tiny hole, feeling herself opening up. It felt so strange, her asshole pucker powerd open by the fingers, his hot breath only inches from one of her most intimate holes as all eyes watched her oral ravishment. The tongue returned, this time hard and pushed out and began to push into the asshole opening before him. The fingers became more urgent, spreading her open more, the cool air moving inside her asshole, a new feeling overcoming her body.

"You're asshole is opening so wide for us, we can see deep inside of you. Push your asshole down on the tongue, fuck your asshole on his tongue like a good little slut, Natalie."

Natalie pushed down on her hips, trying to capture the tongue in her tiny asshole. It felt strange, the fingers opening her up and the hot, wet tongue pushing inside her asshole, her sphincter grabbing it, feeling it crawl around inside her. The embarrassment was gone, replaced by the sheer lust of the situation. She no longer cared that the tongue belonged to a seventy year old man, no longer cared that they were watching her body being debased, all she wanted was that magical tongue further up her asshole.

"I think it is time for Natalie slut to cum again. Stick a finger up her asshole and start eating her cunt again. Are you going to cum again for us, Natalie, cum all over his tongue?"

"Please, please, make me cum, ooooohhhh." The tongue moved from her asshole, licking wetly up her pussy slit until his lips clamped down on her enlarged clit again. "OOOWWW," her hips bucking up again as a thick finger found her wet asshole and slid in deeply in one earth shattering push. She felt her sphincter clamping down on the digit, feeling it moving inside her asshole. The lips pulled on her clit, pulling it inside his hot mouth, his tongue rasping over the swollen bud as moved back and forth over it. She bucked up again, two fingers finding her soaked pussy and shoving deep inside of her, joining the finger in her asshole, separated by a tiny expanse of skin. The fingers moved in her pussy, spreading wide, while the one in her asshole made a corkscrew motion, twisting from side to side as it finger-fucked her.

"Now, Natalie, now we want you to cum for us again, be our little slut and cum." Gonzales watched as she was about to explode.

Natalie was being talked to like a trained dog, made to cum when ordered, but the talented tongue was not to be denied. She felt the stirrings in her groin as the tongue continued its oral ministration of her clit and the digits in her continued their masturbation of her young body. "YYYYYEEESSSS, IIII'MMMMM CCCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNGGG," she screamed, her body jerking around, fucking herself on the fingers in her body, her hands pushing the face between her thighs deeper into her spread cunt. "EEEAAATTTT MMMEEE, you bastard, ssssuuucccckk mmy pussy juices," her hot and wet pussy soaking the tongue and fingers in her body as she shook in orgasmic pleasure. "MMMOORRREE, mmaaakkeee meee cccuuummm mmmmooorrre," grabbing the head and rubbing it back and forth over her pussy, wiping her pussy juice all over the face of the seventy year old pervert between her thighs.

Natalie slumped in the chair again, her body trashed from the second time they made her cum. She looked down and felt sorry for the old man between her legs. His face was glistening with her pussy juice, but he had a smile from ear to ear. He had made this young girl cum with his tongue.

"Very good, Natalie, rest for a moment. Then we are going to play again, I think you have another few cums left in you. I have so many more things to do to that delicious body." Gonzales watched, as her body lay slumped in the chair, her legs still high up on the stirrups, her asshole and pussy now turning red and swollen from the sex. Her pussy juice began to run down her thighs.

Natalie did not care how she looked. Her body was almost exhausted after cumming twice. She slumped in the chair, the eyes still staring at her spread pussy, legs wide and so open to their gaze. It seemed like only seconds when she heard Gonzales voice again, this time coming from between her legs. She looked down and he was again between her thighs, this time with a pile of gleaming instruments sitting near by. "What are you going to do with those?" She knew deep down that she could not stop whatever he had planned for her body.

"Why Natalie, we are going to make you cum again?" Gonzales' hands pushed out on her thighs again, opening her up again. He pushed her up in the chair, powering her legs back, her pussy lips to spread open even more. He reached down with one hand and began to pull apart her pussy lips even further, opening up her vagina. With his other hand he grabbed a gleaming speculum, it already greased up in preparation for slipping up her pussy. "We just want to see inside you first, these gentlemen would like to look inside your young pussy, they want to see deep inside you. Now, this is going to be a little cold, his hand parting her vagina with the speculum, watching as she cringed as the cold instrument touched her heated pussy.

"That's cold," she screamed as she felt the cold, sterile, metal instrument begin to slide into her hot pussy. She bowed her legs out, easing the path into her spread pussy, her vagina clamping onto the speculum as it began to push into her. She hated when her Doctor did this to her, it was even worse with strangers probing her intimate body, opening her up to their gaze.

"A little further, yes, that's a good girl," the speculum slowly entering her, pushing her flesh aside as it pushed into her vagina. Gonzales continued the pressure on it watching as her pussy already accepted half of it, the rest slowly spreading her open as it continued to enter her body. "That's good, just a little bit more, then we will open you up Natalie." He pushed in harder, her vagina swallowed up the speculum, the cum from her previous orgasm's gliding the instrument inside her.

Natalie could feel her pussy accepting the speculum, filling her vagina with the metal. She arched her ass up, trying to get her body in a more comfortable position. "No, don't make it bigger," tears beginning to run down her face as she felt her pussy beginning to stretch wide as Gonzales fingers began to open the speculum, her pussy powerd to open by sheer power. It felt terrible, the pressure building as her pussy walls were powerd wider and wider by the cruel instrument, her pussy gripping it tightly. "Big enough, don't make it bigger." But Gonzales ignored her plea, turning the speculum wider, the sides expanding, pushing relentlessly against her tender pussy walls, powering them wider. It felt bigger then any cock that had fucked her. And harder. It was unyielding in her vagina.

"Just a little more, Natalie, you can take it, make believe it's a really big cock shoved in your pussy, yes, there you go, your pussy can stretch open a little wider now." They all looked down a Natalie, the speculum opening her vagina, now just a large hole spread open by the metal. Gonzales shined a light inside her and all gazed to see the pink insides of the young pussy.

Natalie shook her head in shame, tears falling down her cheeks, spread open, her insides now illuminated with the flashlight like a cheap whore. She cringed as she saw Gonzales pick up another speculum and she knew where it was going. He was going to open up her asshole now. When would this offense end? She arched her ass up as she felt the greased speculum touch her tiny asshole, still wet from the tongue fucking it had received. "No, not there, no in my asshole."

"You have such a tiny asshole, we are going to have to open it up. I enjoy a woman's asshole and I am going to enjoy fucking your asshole with my cock before you leave." Gonzales tapped his finger on the speculum in her pussy, shooting pain into her groin. While she was worrying about that, he began to push the speculum in her asshole, watching as her anus was powerd to spread, gripping the speculum tightly as it was slowly and powerfully pushed into her asshole. "That's it Natalie, take it in, let it enter your asshole. Push back on it, let your asshole relax."

Relax, how could she let her asshole relax when it was being stretched open by a piece of metal. "Not so hard, please, go slowly," resigned to the fact that her tiny asshole was going to be opened up for their pleasure, powerd to stretch open and receive the metal speculum. She arched up her back, allowing them greater access to her tiny asshole, feeling increased pressure in her backside as the instrument slowly slid into her asshole, increasing in size as it powerd itself through her sphincter. Her asshole naturally tightened on the metal, trying to power it out, increasing the pain as it lost the battle. "Not soooo deep," her breathing deepening as the speculum pushed deeper into her rectum, her elastic walls of her anal tract expanding painfully to accept it.

Gonzales had almost all of it powerd into her asshole, her anus gripping the speculum tightly. He had to push on the end to keep it snug inside her, her sphincter struggling to expel the foreign object in her. "Yes, that is a good girl, Natalie, now I will open you up a little, relax your asshole, it will go much easier." His fingers played over the speculum watching her asshole dance on the end of it, her anus tightly gripping the metal, spread around it like a rubber band. He gave it a little push, pleased with her grunt in pain as it bore into her like a spike. His fingers began to open the speculum, her anus slowly spreading wider, the skin now taunt over it. "Yes, more, Natalie, open more," another turn and he though he felt the skin tear as she jerked up, the pain shooting up her spine. Her anus was now open over two inches, her asshole now a gaping hole in her body. "Do you like being so exposed, Natalie, your asshole and pussy now spread open so wide we can see deep inside of you." The flashlight returned, this time to her asshole as all eyes peered intimately into her body, places where no one should be allowed to look.

Natalie's head hung in offense, naked and spread open, her insides open for inspection. She cringed when she heard the next command thinking that things could not get any worse.

"I want you to suck their cocks, Natalie, these nice gentlemen have hard cocks and would love to have a sweet young mouth suck the cum out of their cocks and swallow it. While you are doing that, I will make you cum again. Now open your mouth like a good little girl and start sucking cock."

Natalie turned her head toward one of the men in disgust as a naked cock was presented to her face. She let her lips fall open as the cock began to slowly push inside her mouth. It almost felt limp in her mouth, not the usual hard cock they had powerd her to suck before. She did not know if she could even make it cum. She began to run her tongue over it, feeling it stir a little in the hot confines of her mouth. It felt strange, soft and pliable, but still with the unmistakable taste of cum on it. It was a little bit bitterer then before. Very unpleasant.

She felt something enter her pussy, pushing inside the speculum. She did not like it and she could not turn her head, fingers gripping the side of her head and pumping her lips up and down on the ever-expanding cock in her mouth. She felt something touch the insides of her pussy, something cold and round. "MMMMMMMMGGGGG," her body jumping up in unexpected pain as a sharp bolt of electricity shot through her pussy, shooting up her spine. "AAAAGGGHHHH," were the only muffled noises she could produce, the hands expecting her reaction and tightening the grip on her head, face fucking her harder.

"I knew you would like that, how do you like the feel of electricity tickling inside your body. Get ready, here it comes again," Gonzales finger hitting the trigger of the violent wand at he moved it around inside her pussy. He saw her body jerk up in pain, her face being ruthlessly fucked.

Natalie could not believe the pain she felt. The electricity pulsating inside her vagina was causing her vagina to clamp down, but the speculum kept her spread open, causing pain that shot through her body. It felt like she was being electrocuted, not from the outside, but from the inside. In addition, she was being face fucked, the stomach slapped repeatedly against her lips as this cock in her mouth fucked in and out of her lips. "AAAAGGHH," she screamed in pain as another jolt hit her pussy, sending it into spasms of pain. Just then she began to cough and sputter as a load of cum was emptied in her mouth, some of it shooting down to the back of her throat. She felt the limp cock sitting in her mouth, her tongue moving over it, expected to clean the cum from it. It pulled out of her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and cum on her lips. "No more, please take that out of my pussy, it hurts so much." Before she could say more, another cock was powerd in her mouth, this one also soft and almost limp. She did not have time to spit out the cum in her mouth and was powerd to swallow the bitter, pasty tasting liquid gathered in the back of her mouth.

"That's OK, I will take it out of your pussy, but how would you like it here," the wand pushing up into her asshole until it was buried deep inside her. He kept his finger on the trigger, feeling her body tense up, waiting for the pain to explode in her bowels. He watched as she sucked the new cock, hoping to get it over with, her cheeks bulging outward with each thrust of the cock in her mouth, her head held tightly again, face fucked. He looked in her eyes and sees the fright in them, knowing that soon he would jolt her body again.

Natalie's asshole hurt, powerd to tighten on the speculum spreading her wide in anticipation of the shock she would receive. The cock continued to fuck her face when all of a sudden it felt like a bolt of lightening had hit her body. Her asshole gripped and ungripped the speculum, her anus dancing around the end, the spasm of her asshole as the electricity tore through her bowels. "GGGGGHHHHHHRRR," her muffled sounds of pain as her body jerked about on the chair, the most unspeakable things being done to her body. She felt the cock in her mouth begin to spurt its fowl tasting fluids into her oral cavity as another jolt of electricity shot through her colon, her insides flip-flopping in pain, her stomach cramping. "OOOOWWWW, CCCCOOOFFFFF," obligation on the cum filling her mouth again, powerd to suck the cock of a seventy year old man while they shot electricity up her asshole.

The cock was pulled from her mouth again, only seconds before the last was one placed on her lips, her tongue reaching out for it, rubbing over the limp cock. At least them came quickly. But the cum was so foul tasting, filling her mouth with the bad tasting fluid, pasty and unable to swallow it all. She felt the wand pulled from her asshole, the relief coming over her body as she sucked the cock for all she was worth, anything to get this over with.

"Now it's time for you to cum for us, Natalie, I have a special little attachment for you. It's a small metal ball, very rough. It will shoot out electricity as it rubs over your clit and the rest of your body. When I rub it around your vagina or asshole, it will power your body to tighten up, but that will not be possible with the speculums holding you spread open. It will only increase the pain. I think you will cum for us, Natalie, like a good little slut. Now suck and cum."

Natalie's body shuddered as the electricity began to run out over her asshole, spread wide over the speculum. He was right, her asshole tried to close, but the speculum powerd her open, increasing the pain. The same thing happened when it moved to her vagina, powering her body into spasms as it reacted to the electricity. She felt it move up to her clit, her clit hood already pulled back from her spread position, unprotected as the tiny ball rasped harshly over it, tiny sparks of electricity jumping out of it onto her tender clit. Oh god, it hurt so much, her clit powerd to take the rough ball rubbing over it but especially the sharp pain of the electricity running over it. Her mouth sucked as hard as she could, pulling the cock further into her mouth. Her hips bucked up and down, her body going into overload, as she was stimulated beyond the limits of her young flesh.

"That's it Natalie, I want you to cum, I know you can do it, I will stop if you cum," his fingers rubbing, hitting the trigger, then returning to rub her clit again. He saw the sweat rolling down her body, the electricity having a better conductor, her pussy pushing upward, rubbing on the wand as she fucked herself.

Natalie knew she must cum to stop this ***. She fucked the wand, seeking out the source of her pain, hoping to make herself cum. It was the only way to end the pain. She moved her hips side to side, the electricity less painful, almost turning pleasurable as the ball moved over her clit, stimulating it until it was almost twice it's size. "AAAAGGGGHH," she cried out in ecstasy, her hips bumping up against the wand as her orgasm hit her young body again. She felt the cock in her mouth spurt out another load of cum, not even the foul tasting cum could stop the orgasm she was feeling. She felt Gonzales fingers rubbing hard on her clit as they wand found her asshole again, buried deep, the pain of the electricity shooting through her bowels again. "GGGGGGGRRRRRR," her body shuddering, cum running down from her pussy, the cock pulled from her mouth, cum dripping down the corner of her lips as she received another jarring jolt of electricity in her colon. Her body slumped in the chair, exhausted, cumming dripping from her orifices. She arched up as she felt the speculums pulled from her body, each one coming out with a loud pop.

"Thank you gentlemen for assisting me, I am glad you enjoyed our little whore, Natalie," Gonzales watching as they left the room. "I will give you some time to clean up then it will be time for you to entertain me. My cock is very hard and I have a nine-inch dildo for your pussy while I fuck your asshole. I am going to enjoy that very much.

General Sanchez entered the primister for his monthly rounds. He did not care so much about what went on in the primister. His desire was to satisfy his perverted lust for some new, young beauty. He had heard about Natalie and he thought it time to that he paid a visit to her. He rubbed the front of his pants, his cock already hard in anticipation of the things he was going to do to her.

General Sanchez was about 60 years old, overweight, a paunch now replacing his former tight abs. His hair was receding, his cock was not as hard as it used to be, but he still loved to fuck. The seniorita's did not flock to him as they used to so it was either the local whorehouse or a primisterer to quench his lust.

The door swung open with a thud, Captain Gonzales looking up from his work at whomever would be insolent enough to enter his office unannounced. It was his boss, General Sanchez. He was not expecting him and his visits were usually an annoyance. He did not care about how the primister was run, he just wanted to have sex with one of his primisterers. "Good to see you Sir," his condescending voice ringing out in the room. "Anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, just say so." The old fool, he thought. What a pain in the ass.

"I will be inspecting the primister while I am here to make sure everything is up to standards. We wouldn't want to be mistreating the primisterers," he laughed. "You might bring one of the primisterers to my room," he stated as he left the room, his back to the Captain. "I hear that Natalie is a very delectable creature. Yes, bring her to me," as he closed the door behind him.

"Bastard," he cursed at him. I wanted her myself today. I hope he doesn't do much damage to her. "Damn," he'll probably fuck her asshole. Now it wouldn't be so tight. "Guard, get Natalie and bring her to General Sanchez's room. Make sure she is dressed and cuff her arms behind her back. Put her in the enjoining cell to his room. You know how he likes to play Primister Warden." He went back to work, cursing the Generals interruption.

The guard brought Natalie a fresh change of clothes. He stood watching her as she put them, glaring at her suggestively, as she had to slowly uncover her body. He had brought her a short, plaid skirt, a pair of red panties, a tight red cashmere sweater and a matching red bra. A pair of black high heels highlighted the short skirt and her long legs. "Where are we going?"

"General Sanchez is visiting the primister for a short time. He is Captain Gonzales boss. He has requested you. You will be taken to a cell next to his office. I would suggest that you do whatever the General wants. The last time a girl disobeyed him, she was publicly flogged, naked and spread. Then her sentence was increased five years. He is not a permister that takes no easily. Now hurry, we do not want to make him wait," waving his hands for her to hurry.

Natalie knew from the outfit that was provided that the General had an interest in her sexually and she was sure that she would have to let him fuck her. She had to get out of her and get home, no matter what was required of her. She was humiliated at how she had responded to what they had done to her. Each time they had stripped her naked, they had powerd her to cum for them. No matter what they did, no matter how painful, she always came. She could not help herself, she had always thought about being powerd to do things she would normally not do but that was only masturbatory fantasy. It was not suppose to be something that would really happen. Now here she was, dressed like a schoolgirl. To be brought to the General for his sexual plaything and she could only feel the excitement!

"Before we go, raise your skirt above your waist," the guard ordered her. He was young and strong and she felt the excitement as she slowly revealed the red panties to his gaze. His fingers reached down to run over her panty-covered stomach until he felt her bush. His increased the pressure on his fingers and he felt the panties slip inside of her pussy lips, the moisture of her pussy instantly wetting the fragile material. He felt her slip her legs open wider, allowing his access to her near naked sex. "Just as I thought, you are already wet. Such a slut! Too bad you will be wasted on the General. You're going to have to take a shriveled cock inside you when you really want a hard, young cock. Don't worry little girl, I will take care of you when you return to this cell. I will have a nice hard cock ready to plunge between those legs," he laughed as he pulled her from the cell. His fingers moved to his nose, "such a sweet smell, fresh pussy," laughing as they walked down the hall, her heels clicking nervously.

He pushed her into the cell, a duel cell. The first one had a bed, plush by the primister standards. It had large, upright wooden posts in all four corners, the headboard consisting of parallel wooden posts, as did the footboard. Leather straps hung from the corner and a fear ran down her spine as she saw them. They were well worn, having dug a path into the wood posts. The bed was wide with a firm mattress, unlike the small, hard little bed in her other cell. In the other cell, a large, massive cell door connecting them, sat an imposing wooden desk, very ornate and carved. It also had large wooden legs supporting the desktop. In and about the room were various other wooden structures and Natalie surmised them to be for securing female primisterers into bondage allowing open access to their most intimate parts of their bodies. A large cabinet, the door partly open revealed various sexual toys, bondage garments and whips. Her fear level increased, but at the same time she could feel her pussy quiver in anticipation. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her short skirt riding up high on her thighs as she did. Her red panties peaked out from beneath. She inhaled, smelling the sweet smell of her pussy that the guard had alluded to. Maybe she was just a slut, wanting to be used by all men, taken for their pleasure only.

She turned when she heard the noise of large boots coming down the hallway. The outer door of the adjoining cell opened and in walked in the imposing figure of the General. Her heart dropped when she saw him, not what she had expected, but what she should have expected when the guard mentioned being fucked by a shriveled cock. He was as old as her man and already getting fat. Not the type of individual she had masturbated about, not like the young guard or at least as virile as the Captain. This would be like being fucked by her man, a thought that never entered her mind. She watched as he sat at the desk, not even venturing a look over at her as he did. He was carrying a riding crop, a thick leather, hard strap that he constantly tapped against various objects eliciting loud smacks as he did.

The General breathed in, able to smell the scent of Natalie. His cock hardened at the smell, fresh, young pussy. He had a flower a little younger then Natalie, a tight, well-built little girl. He often fantasized about her but was able to keep his desires in check by taking out his deepest and most perverted desires on young primister girls that made the mistake of being very attractive in a foreign country. Captain Sanchez and his men had the ability to be able to pick out the most likely candidates, girls travelling alone, vulnerable and subject to a very authoritative figure. The General was never without a girl to play with.

He pulled his chair back from the large, ornate desk and walked to the door connecting his cell with Natalie's. The door creaked open with an eerie and ominous groan. He watched her as she looked towards him. She was as beautiful as they had said. She was a little older then he liked, but the schoolgirl outfit they had provided her gave her the innocence that he loved. The red cashmere sweater clung to her breasts like a second set of skin and he could see her nipples poking through the bra, large and pointed. Her legs were long and the short skirt made them look even longer. He would inspect her first in his office and then would engage in a little bondage with her on the bed. He loved to see them naked, bound tightly, the ropes pressing deeply into their flesh as they squirmed on the bed. He would often use a whip or his riding crop to inspire them to even greater movement. Then it would be time for him to try out her various orifices, dumping a load of cum in as many as he could.

"Step in her, Natalie, isn't it?" His voice was very commanding, the whip slapping on the metal bars for effect.

Natalie stood up, her arms still cuffed tightly behind her back with the metal cuffs and walked towards the General. "Yeeees, Sir," she stuttered in fear as she passed by him into the other cell that served as his office.

He watched the way her ass swung seductively as she passed by him, the short skirt clinging to her buttocks. The General was an ass man, loving to fuck them in a place that they least expected it. He found the excitement in powering them to take his cock up their backside, hearing their groans of pain as his cock painfully opened their asshole. The grunts and moans when he would fuck them, making them feel every inch of his cock, would make his cock cum quickly. He could often get hard again, the thought of the tight asshole clinging to his cock inspiring him to greater perversion.

She could feel his eyes burning through her body as she walked in front of him towards the desk. She heard him behind her, not turning, fearing what she would see in his eyes.

"I don't think we need those cuffs, Natalie," his hands rummaging around behind her, her body shivering in fear as his hands would "accidentally" run over her ass cheeks. At least she would not be bound.

He pulled them from her and went to the cabinet, placing them inside. He returned to stand behind her again, a new device in his hand. This was a wide leather strap the fit snuggly around her neck. She gulped as he tightened it. Two leather wristbands followed, each with a metal clasp attached to the side. He pulled each wrist up to the neck collar and snapped them in place, her wrists now snuggly up against her neck, her elbows thrust out forward. This also had the purpose of pushing her breasts up and out, now completely unprotected.

Natalie felt the General slip closer behind her now, the smell of cheap cigars on his breath. While he might be old, his cock was not shriveled. It pulsated against her ass cheeks as it touched her.

"You are a lovely girl, Natalie. I am going to do many things to that delightful body of yours. And you are going to let me. Some of them will be painful, but I think you will be surprised at how much your body will enjoy it. Pain, when sexual, is very stimulating. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain and I am going to show you it." His hands moved to her waist and pushed her towards a full-length mirror next to his desk.

Natalie looked at her reflection and blushed in shame. She was perched upon a pair of high heels, a short skirt showing off a large expanse of naked leg. Her breasts were bound tightly by the cashmere sweater, her breasts arched up high, her nipples, hard and erect pushing out the brightly covered fabric. Her elbow were thrust out in front of her, her wrists bound tightly to her leather enclosed neck. She looked ten years younger than her age and so vulnerable, bound before the mirror, on display, the General grinning behind her. She watched, almost as in slow motion, the Generals hands moving down to her waist. She jumped as they touched her hips, his palms molding over her flared hips.

The General moved in closer, his cock pushed up against her ass, twitching in his shorts as it touched her tight ass. He held her hips tightly, not letting her escape from his cock. Another twitch, his cock jumping in anticipation of her. He moved her hips, side to side, watching her in the mirror as her ass seductively slides over his encased cock. "Yes, like that Natalie," arching his ass up, wanting to drill his cock into her asshole, not sure if he could wait much longer. "Keep moving like that," his hands moving up from her hips towards her breasts. He loved the tactile feel of young, firm breasts encased in cashmere. That is what drove him crazy about his flower. His desire to reach out and touch them. Tonight he would have it, but with Natalie instead.

Natalie let her hips move over his hard cock, her pussy wet at her treatment. She was being used again for the gratification of a man, an older man this time. She stood still as his hands moved towards her upthrust breasts and she did not have to wait long before the large hands totally engulfed her youthful breast flesh. She heard him groan as push his cock harder into her ass as he squeezed her flesh tightly, his hands sliding over the cashmere material.

"Such beautiful tits, Natalie," his hands sliding over the soft material, his fingers clenching and unclenching on her breasts. His fingers sought out her nipples and did not have to travel far. They stood out predominantly, straining the tight sweater.

"Owww, not so hard," his fingers grabbing her large nipples and pinching them tightly. As he did, her ass pushed back in response, banging hard against his cock.

He pinched them again, "fuck back on my cock, Natalie, fuck back," he ordered her. He felt her body tremble in pain as his fingers used her nipples. He couldn't wait until he had her naked and could use her naked nipples. She fucked back in response to the pain, her hips still swinging side to side, still masturbating his hard cock with her young ass. "Such a good girl, Natalie," his fingers loving the feeling of her cashmere encased breasts beneath them. He could not get enough of them, moving between her cleavage, then back to her nipples to power another jerk of her hips onto his cock. He pulled her nipples up, powering her breasts to pull up and out, his fingers tightening as he pulled them from her body. "Yes, such big nipples, Natalie, so big. They will make excellent targets for me to use. I bet you never felt the sting of a whip on your nipples before," his fingers twisting her nipples side to side, her hips dancing about in pain.

"Just stay in that position and I wouldn't have to spank the naughty girl again." He knelt down behind her, staring straight ahead between her spread legs. "Daddy will make you feel good and watch as you cum for him, you want that don't you, you want to be powerd to cum?"

Natalie felt the Generals on her ass, moving lower to her pussy. Fat, clammy fingers pulled her pussy lips apart, pulling them wide to the sides, stretching the skin tightly. "OOOWWWW, not so hard, please," she cried out. She felt a sharp slap to her pussy, her body jumping to the unexpected slap.

The Generals hand was wet where he had lightly slapped her spread pussy. "Obey, or next time it will be harder," his hands returning to her pussy, sliding first one finger, then two between her pussy lips, feeling her pussy juice. He stopped at the opening of her vagina, one finger poised to enter the tight passage. He slowly pushed, feeling her tight pussy fighting back his powerd entry. Her ass moved slightly as the finger won and slowly pushed into her, the sides gripping it tightly as it entered. "You haven't been fucked much or for a long time, Natalie. You're nice and tight, just like a virgin," his finger relentless in it onslaught into her pussy. He pulled it out, then back in, each time with a little more power, each time it entering farther into her. "Are you going to put out some pussy juice for my finger, get it nice and wet and I will finger fuck you into a nice cum," his finger beginning to slice in and out of her pussy with a loud sucking noise.

Natalie could feel her pussy beginning to soak his finger, her juicy pussy loudly filling the room with the sound of his finger fucking. God, how humiliating, powerd to get wet, as she was bent over, naked, watching her reflection in the mirror. She could see the smile on his face as his hand continued in the powerd masturbation of her pussy. She saw his other hand reach under her and she jumped as it touched her sensitive clit. She pushed back, jamming her pussy onto the fucking fingers, now two fingers opening up her pussy, gripping onto the masturbating fingers.

"Such a good little girl, putting out that pussy cream," jamming two fingers up her tight pussy, twisting and turning them as he did. His knuckles slid along the tight walls, trying to bury them as deep as he could within the tight confines of her pussy. "I love little girls with tight cunts," his fingers becoming more powerful in his masturbation of her naked body. He grabbed her hard clit, now sticking out like a tiny cock, between his large fingers, pulling and twisting the bud into erectness. Her ass began to move with his rampaging fingers, fucking back onto them, powering them deeper into her body, looking for relief in the form of a satisfying cum.

She pushed back, slamming her pussy opening onto his hand with a loud splat. "GGGGoood, pllllease, make me cuuuum," she moaned, all her inhibitions gone, watching the whore in the mirror fucking herself on the fingers of a man that was old enough to be her man. She no longer cared, her only desire was to cum. Another splat, her ass fucking back onto the rampaging fingers. "More, stick more fingers in, tear me open," she cried out.

The General smiled, he had her where he wanted her, begging for a finger fucking. "Yes, I will give you everything you want, Natalie, and more," hearing her gasp in pain as he ruthlessly thrust three fingers up her tight cunt in one powerful plunge that allowed his knuckles to bang painfully against her spread pussy lips. He twisted and turned his fingers, opening them up inside her, spreading her pussy walls painfully wide. He begin to powerfully finger fuck her with his three fat fingers, banging painfully against her with each lunge into her little body, the erotic sound of hard flesh hitting a wet and spread pussy filling the room. The smell of her juices filled the nostrils of the General, his cock hardening to greater proportion at the thought of entering the hot, moist cunt before him.

"MMMM, GGGGRRR," the pain and pleasure mixing as her body shivered from the effects of the powerd masturbation of her body. Her face tightened as his hand banged painfully against her pussy. This is not the way it should be, it should be tender, like a lover would do. Instead she was being powerd to submit to the hard and somewhat painful finger fucking of her pussy and she was about to cum again. Cum against her will. "AAAAGGGHH, GGGOddddd, I'mm cummmming," she cried, her pussy clenching and unclenching onto the rampaging fingers in her pussy. "GGGGodddd, pppplllleeeease," she cried out, her pussy creaming all over the fingers inside her. "OOOOWW," she screamed, four fingers now fucking into her soaked pussy, tearing painfully along the walls, powering their way into the hot confines of her body. "GGGGoDDDD," another orgasm powerd from her body, shuddering on the table.

The General powerd another finger into her tight cunt, his wrist hurting from the fight her pussy put up. Her was almost punching her pussy as he finger fucked her to orgasm, the loud slapping of his knuckles bouncing off the hard walls. His hand began to slide along the slick walls of her pussy as she juiced on his fat fingers, her cries of ecstasy urging him into harder and quicker response. He saw her body slump to the table, her pussy still gripping onto his wet fingers, as she lay exhausted. He allowed his fingers to twist and turn in her tight cunt, tiny noises escaping from her mouth.

Natalie lay there, exhausted from the powerd masturbation, unable to stand, her breathing shallow, her legs weak. She heard the General moving about but did not have the strength to move. She felt humiliated again, her body shaken by the powerd masturbation.

"Stay where you are, Natalie. I'm not finished yet." The General moved next to her head again, placing a large jar of Vaseline next to her face. He unscrewed the cap, placing it nearby. He stroked her face, wiping the hair from her eyes.

"No, no more, you already made me cum, no more, my pussy is so tender," she cried out.

He laughed, "this isn't for you, it's for me. I'm going to lubricate your nice, tight asshole so I can fuck it. Daddy took care of his little girl, now it is time for the little girl to take care of Daddy," laughing as he pushed a fat finger into the Vaseline.

She sobbed again, a new degradation now heaped on her. Fingers spread her cheeks wide and then she felt the cold Vaseline touch her anus and she braced for the fingering of her asshole again.

"Be a good girl, and open up your asshole for my finger. I need to shove it deep into your rectum. I going to finger it real good so it is nice and slippery for my cock." He pushed in, her sphincter no match for the slippery finger. He shoved it in one hard plunge, hearing her shriek in pain as she was suddenly impaled again on his finger.

She did not even have time to adjust to the finger, it just entered her back passage and shoved in deep until his knuckles banged against her battered asshole. The General wasted no time in finger fucking her back passage, his slick finger powerd into her rectum, opening her asshole up.

Natalie moved her ass in a slow circle, attempting to escape the strange, full feeling the finger was doing to her. She felt his hand move onto her hip, holding her in place as his finger continued its cruel task. The General continued the lubricating of her virgin asshole. He pulled his finger out, her sphincter grabbing it as it left, only to push the finger back into the Vaseline, this time two fingers. They returned to her glistening asshole, rubbing over the slightly red opening before plunging powerfully in again.

"AAAAWW," Natalie yelled, her head raised up from the pillow as her asshole was speared by two fat fingers this time. It felt like her asshole was tearing as it was powerd to spread wide to accept the ravishment. The fingers hurt as they continued to fuck in and out of her asshole. He would pull them from her asshole, watch as it shrunk back, then make her take them again, the pain renewed.

The General tapped her on the ass, his fingers pulled from her asshole, the little hole now a pink color, slightly opened, a sheen of Vaseline reflecting the light. "Now for a little bondage, my dear."

Natalie saw herself in the mirror. She was completely enclosed in the sheath of black rubber, clinging her to like a second skin. She was perched high atop the black heels. But the most humiliating part was the parts of her anatomy that was not covered. Her breasts were thrust between a large hole in the front, the rubber powering them tightly together, a thick rubber strip running between them, trapping and separating them. They appeared to be turning a dark red as the constraining rubber tightened unbearably on them, powering all of the red to the nipples, now an angry purple.

Likewise, her ass cheeks stuck out the back, seemingly even bigger by the constraining rubber band outlining them. Rubber strips ran between her legs, but her pussy mound was also prominently naked and displayed. Her legs were completely enclosed, all the way down to her heels.

"Now over to the bed," pushing Natalie towards the large bed, a coil of rope in his hand. It took about fifteen minutes before Natalie found herself securely bound on the bed. There was a lot of manipulation of her body, her legs spread and closed, but not before a hemp, knotted rope was pulled between her pussy lips painfully, running from the front, up over her asshole before attaching to her bound arms. Her arms were bound in another rubber restraint, both arms, from hands all the way to her shoulders secured in one solid piece of rubber. Her arms were pulled together and pulled down towards her feet. Her legs were tied together tightly, at the thighs, the knees and again at the ankles. Even her big toes were tightly tied together. Natalie found in strange that it would be difficult to get at her pussy in the tight bondage. The rope that ran from her bound hands, between her ass cheeks, back up between her pussy lips to end wrapped tightly around her neck pulled her head down tightly towards her feet. This put a terrible strain on her body, bent painfully downward, pulling on her arms on the other side.

Natalie tried to shift on the bed, but the knots continually chaffed her pussy lips, moving up and down her slit as she moved. They were spread about one inch apart, running from the top of her slit all the way up to the top of her butt split. Some knots were bigger then others, with the largest resting on her clit, her vagina and finally on her asshole. She saw the General move towards her, her fear rising as she saw the whip in his hand.

He reached down and ran his hands over her out thrust breasts, his fingers tapping painfully on her purple nipples, so hard that they looked like they would burst. He grabbed the top of the rope, pulling it up sharply, a loud scream wrenched from Natalie's lips as the rough rope tugged up and down her sensitive slit and asshole, scratching the intimate flesh painfully.

Natalie continued to scream for the next twenty minutes as the General beat her body with the whip. He had already stripped naked, standing there obscenely, his cock sticking out over his fat stomach, his shriveled balls hanging under him like a hanging fruit. The whip beat her unprotected body, starting first with her breasts, the splat of the whip ringing out in the room followed by Natalie's screaming, then pitiful begging and sobbing, only to begin again. He moved down to her ass, the rubber pushing it out prominently, making excellent targets for his whip. When her ass was a dark red, he moved onto her front, taking special aim to hit her unprotected pussy, the whip pushing the rough rope into the folds of her pussy in deeper.

The best part for the General was Natalie's squirming. The whip powerd her body to move to escape the painful beating, the rope moved up and down between her legs. He could see a thin sheen of pussy juice and red on the knots as they pulled up and down, never far from their intended target. Finally, he could wait no longer, his cock ready to burst.

"EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH," Natalie screamed as the General untied the rope from her neck and then pulled it sharply up from the rear, powering the entire length of the rope to pull through her sensitive pussy and asshole in one final painful abrasion. She lay there panting and sobbing as the General turned her over onto her stomach, a pillow placed under her, her ass raised up high in sacrifice. "No, please, not there," she begged as she felt the weight of the General settle onto her back. She felt the fumbling of his hand behind her as he grabbed his slick cock and moved it over her ass cheeks.

"I like how tight your legs are together. Your asshole is already tight, with your legs bound tightly together it will be painful to sodomize you, but I will enjoy your screams of pain. He pushed his cock between her cheeks, the Vaseline allowing easier entrance. The first time he missed his target, banging painfully against solid skin. He jostled his body around until he could feel the head of his cock on her anus. He poised there, hearing Natalie suck in her breath, waiting for the initial, painful fuck into her virgin asshole. She did not have to wait long. His head moved near her, wanting to see the pained look on her face as he sodomized her. He jerked his hips forward, the slippery head of his cock powerfully entering her rectum in one jolt. He felt the pop as the crown of his cock was sucked into the hot depths of her rectum, her sphincter clasping and unclasping onto the rigid member. His cock jerked in pleasure as he tore a scream from her lips.

"NNNNOOO, dddddammmmnn, it hurts, taaaakkkee it out," her body bouncing up and down like a bronco trying to throw a rider off her back. She felt clammy hands on her hips, holding her tightly in place, his cock jerking in the confines of her asshole. "Take it out, it hurts," she cried again, her tiny asshole burning as if gasoline had been poured on it. He might have used Vaseline on his cock, but it still felt like a dry, metal pole was being shoved up her back passage. "No, no more, don't push it in any more," she begged as she felt him apply more pressure onto her back, driving his hips forward, his slick cock pushing relentlessly into her rectum.

It felt like she was squeezing all the juices from his cock as he pushed farther in, jerking his hips back and forth in tiny fucks, each time gaining new ground, each time his cock entering her virgin asshole deeper. He heard her groans of pain, the tightening of her sphincter in reaction to the painful fucks, his cock jerking about in pleasure. Her pain further spurned his efforts, her sobbing and begging only exciting the lust for her virgin back passage. He loved taking virgins, their bucking around only pleasuring his cock even more, their pleas, music to his ears. "So tight, Natalie, such a tight asshole. So much more cock for you," pushing his cock deeper into the hot confines, entering her colon, her passage continuing to spasm on his hot member. He jerked her hips up, his cock shooting deep inside her.

"AAAAGGHH, no more, takeeee it ouuuutt," she yelled, tears running down her face, his hair sticking to the side of her face as she sobbed in pain. She could only lie there, bound tightly, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole noisily. She felt her body turned on her side, his cock wedged deep inside her, her stomach cramping from the large cock twitching inside her. He held her tightly against him, his hips jerking in and out, powering her to take the big cock. "Pleeeasse, AAHH, huuurtts," she sobbed, a particularly painful thrust in her asshole tearing a scream from her lips.

His hand reached around and wedged itself tightly between her pussy lips, powering its way between them, fingers moving up and down her crease until he found her erect clit. He pinched hard, her hips jerking back onto his cock, the member now buried completely in her once virgin asshole, twitching in lust. "Such a great fuck your asshole is so hot Natalie. Tighten on my cock, bitch," he ordered her, pinching her clit hard. "More," twisting her hard clit, her ass jutting back onto his cock, burying it in deeper.

"Splat, Splat," the noise rang out in the room as his stomach slapped sharply against her ass cheeks as he fucked her hard.

"AAAH, Ahhhh," she moaned back, her asshole taking a beating from the cock burying itself deeply in each thrust. "AAAGG," his fingers pinching her hard clit, her ass jerking up and down on this rampaging cock. She could feel it starting to stir, his fingers a***ing her clit, her asshole taking a powerful fucking as she lay bound tightly. He was going to make her cum. She was being used like a whore, bound on her stomach, her asshole milking the large cock buried deep inside her. And now his fingers were going to make her cum.

"Yes, I knew I could make you, Natalie," fucking her harder, his fingers moving up and down her slit, rubbing harshly over her swollen clit. "Cum on my fingers as I drop of load of cum up your hot, tight asshole." He fucked her faster, his cock sliding up and down her back passage, her clenching sphincter grabbing the head as it pulled out, only to open and accept the large crown as it pushed back in again.

"AAAAAGGGHH, god damn, I'mmm cummming," her pussy soaking the fingers sliding up and down her slit. Her asshole hurt painfully as his cock swelled to even larger proportions as it began to spurt its hot cream deep inside her colon. Another orgasm overcame her as her once virgin asshole was given its first cum enema.

The General felt his cock milked of his cum as he dumped inside her asshole, stuffing his cock in as deep as he could. He felt her body shudder, her asshole tightening on his cock as he shot another load of cum in her body before slumping down on top of her sweaty body. He leaned over her face, "such a slut, Natalie, cumming with a cock up your asshole, such a slut."

Natalie could hardly breathe, the General almost suffocating her with his heavy weight, his softening cock still inside her asshole. She tightened her sphincter, pushing the limp cock from her asshole, feeling the wet, slimy dick resting on her naked ass cheeks. She could feel some of his cum running down the insides of her thighs, falling wetly to the bed below her. She was relieved as he got off her body, her lungs sucking in some fresh air. "Owww," she yelled, his hand slapping her ass cheeks hard.

The General flipped her over onto her back, pulling her head over the edge. His limp cock hung over her face, stained with the cuckolds brownie and cum from her asshole. "Clean my cock, bitch and maybe I'll make you cum again." He pinched her nose shut until she opened her mouth to breathe in some fresh air. He slipped his dangling cock into the opening, feeling her lips close over it.

Natalie could taste the foul cock in her mouth, gagging, trying to stop from vomiting. It tasted terrible, a combination of cuckolds brownie and cum sitting heavily inside the confines of her mouth. She ran her tongue over it, hoping to clean it quickly, hoping that he would take it out.

The General let her suck his cock into hardness again. He pulled her legs up high over her head and fucked her pussy this time, her bound legs making her feel like a virgin again. He fingered her slippery asshole as he fucked her, making her body jerk up and down on his cock. She was powerd to suck his cock into hardness again after he came in her pussy. This time he fetishd it down her throat until he blew his last load of cum deep inside her throat as she heaved about the bed, unable to breathe. When he finished with her, she lay on the bed, sweat soaked, cum leaking from her asshole, pussy and mouth. The General left, satisfied and Natalie was returned to her cell, exhausted from the sexual ordeal.

Mon neveu, ma femme et moi




Je suis marié avec Virginie depuis 10 ans et l'on peut dire que notre couple bat de l'aile doucement, nous ne faimisters de moins en moins l'amour ma femme n'étant jamais disponible et lorsque que nous le faimisters, je suis tellement en manque que je jouis assez vite et elle déclenche mister orgasme automatique dans la foulée du mien question que tout le monde soit content.
Bref, une sexualité morne et morose, je me masturbe beaucoup et des fantasmes se construisent dans ma tête de plus en plus nourris par ces sentiments d'insatisfaction et d'incompétence.
Ma femme d'ailleurs m'a souvent surpris la main dans le sac, en train de me masturber et à chaque foi me traite de pauvre mec... À cela je lui réplique que si elle « le » voulait plus je ne le ferais pas.et elle de me dire « pour ce que l'on fait on pourrait autant s'en passer ».
Elle exerce d'ailleurs de plus en plus d'autorité sur moi, que j'accepte assez bien faisant ma part de tache ménagère pour la soutenir surtout qu'elle travaille de plus en plus avec un salaire qui la rend totalement autonome.
Un jour mon neveu Alex est venir habiter chez nous momentanément, car il venait de finir ses études sur Paris et devait prendre une chambre, dés qu'il aurait trouvé du travail... C'était une question de semaines et cette présence à la maimister mettait un peu de fraîcheur et de sympathie dans notre routine.
Mais tout doucement s'installa un rapport avec ma femme qui me déplaisait... au début, il la draguait en douce, je le voyait bien et elle se laissait faire toute souriante à mister égard moi, je devenais transparent, elle ne me disait même plus bonjour le matin, alors qu'elle lui faisait la bise à lui en l'entourant de ses bras...

Puis elle commença à me donner des ordres devant lui, en m'humiliant à chaque occasion...
Me disant que la vaisselle n'était pas propre, les courses mal faites... Tous cela devant lui et ce sentiment d'offense ne provoquait en moi aucune réaction, devant lui j'aurais dû faire le mâle, taper du poing, mais je sentais confusément que ce n'était plus mon rôle, je prenais étonnamment du plaisir même à me sentir humilié...Lui était gêné au début, je représentais pour lui le dominant du couple parfait, mais très vite il comprit que c'était elle le centre, et ne m'adressa de moins en moins la parole. C'était aussi tout pour elle, je le voyais bien tomber sous le charme, me laissant comme un simple meuble en dehors de toute attention.

De plus en plus je me vis les servir, bientôt le soir, je faisais la cuisine, mangeait avec eux qui monopolisaient la conversation, puis je débarrassais et rangeais la cuisine alors qu'ils allaient s'affaler se le canapé à regarder la télé...Je ne choisissais plus les programmes, je me retrouvais sur le fauteuil alors qu'eux étaient sur le canapé, de plus en collés l'un à l'autre...
Je finissais par dire à ma femme ma désapprobation sur mister attitude elle me répondit.. « petit con tu me lâche un peu, ce n'est pas toi qui dirige ma vie, je fais ce que je veux avec Alex » le « avec Alex » provoqua directement un début d'érection chez moi, je crois qu'elle le vit, j'étais en slip, elle rajouta « contente toi de nous faire la bouffe et tout le reste si tu veux que tous se passe bien...À ce moment, je bandais tout à fait, elle toucha ma bite à travers le coton, la tordit en disant « Dis donc, t'es vraiment un sous-homme », je n'étais pas surpris de sa réaction mais plutôt de la mienne, j'avais du plaisir à cela... Je n‘étais donc qu'une lope...Je me pliais au jeu... humiliant. Lui aussi commençait à me donner des ordres...Si je rechignais, elle m'injuriait et lui se marrait.

Puis un jour, ils commencèrent carrément à se ploter sur le canapé devant moi , je regardait la télé fixement faisant semblant de ne pas voir, mais ma femme se mi à gémir sous ses caresses, je les regardais ébahi, il avait sa main dans sa culotte, je voyais distinctement mister doigt aller et venir pendant que sa bouche fouillait celle de ma femme... Ma femme s'interrompit et dit à Alex « fait pas gaffe à ce con, il est bon a rien pour moi, je suis sûr qu'il rêve d'être cocu... » Alex répondit. « Alors on va le faire cocu ce connard, bien cocu, profondément cocu...Et elle de rajouter « Oui Alex va y fait le bien cocu ce bon à rien, va y donne-moi du plaisir...», « Avec joie » répondit-il. Je me levais et esquissais un pas vers eux, Mais Alex bondit d'un coup et avec sa vigueur me mit par terre d'un coup de poing, je me ramassais lamentablement, pendant ce temps, ils s'étaient déshabillés et donnaient libre cours à leurs ébats.

Alex dit «On va faire ça devant lui ?..» Virginie de répondre « On s'en fou, en fait ça m'excite bien continu...». Là, je me mit à pleurer par spasme nerveux, secoué, je décidais de quitter la pièce, mais Alex m'interpella « reste là... tu as entendu, ça fait mouiller ta femme de le faire devant toi... » J'obtempérais. « D'ailleurs désape-toi pour voir si tu bandes ».
Interloqué je me vis m'exécuter, nu, je constatais avec horreur que mon sexe était ridiculement dressé désignant les futurs amants d'un gland turgescent et baveux. Cela déclencha chez eux rires et quolibets « tu as raimister, il bande le cocu, on va te donner des raimisters plus profondes de le faire' . Ils reprirent leurs jeux me laissant au mien, je vis ma femme s'intéresser au sexe de mon neveu. « Waouh, tu es bien monté, dis donc , par rapport à lui, c'est sans comparaimister, faut dire que j'en n'ai pas vu beaucoup des bites » puis elle s'adressa à moi, « regarde ça chéri » en masturbant Alex « tu ne seras jamais à la hauteur avec ta pine d'éjaculateur précoce » La bite d'Alex était épaisse et assez longue posée sur des couilles qui me parurent énormes...Puis elle l'enfourna dans sa bouche, je pensais vulgarement qu'elle ne m'avait pas fait de pipe depuis des mois.

Malgré moi de la voir enfourner ce mandrin de chair dans sa bouche me mettait au spectacle et je commençais à me caresser inconsciemment; « dit donc t'as vu, il se touche le gros porc... », «Oui ben, il a raimister, dorénavant il ne lui restera que ça, j'ai plus l'intention de lui offrir autre chose » à ces mots, je jouissais en longues saccades sur le tapis.

Puis ils continuèrent ainsi, je la vis tour à tour se faire prendre par la grosse queue d'Alex, ça n'en finissait pas, je voyais le membre s'enfoncer et disparaître entièrement dans cette chatte qui était mienne, l'écarteler, la pilonnant assez violement, ma femme poussait des râles et de temps en temps me jetait un regard de défi, puis repartait dans mister plaisir. Il la retourna sur le tapis pour la prendre en levrette, mister visage vers ma bite, si proche, elle me regardait fixement dans les yeux mister corps secoué en rythme, la bouche entrouverte et haletante. « Alors le cocu dit Alex, tu vois comment il faut la prendre ta femme, ... » Il la tenait par les hanches et de temps en temps l'attrapait par les cheveux en la pénétrant en rythme soutenu « Laisse, dit-elle, il a jamais su faire' . Puis elle jouie a grand cris de plaisir, je ne la reconnaissais plus, cela n'arrêta pas Alex qui continuait de plus belle à la saillir, elle s'était effondrée sur le tapis le cul relevé et lui toujours opérant .

Je me branlais à fond, il me regardait d'un sourire narquois., Il retira sa pine de ma femme dans un bruit de sussions et lui dit « aller, je veux finir dans ta bouche, elle rampa vers lui à quatre pattes m'offrant le spectacle de sa croupe et le repris en bouche...Là ce fut plus mécanique, pour obtenir mister orgasme il lui pinat littéralement la bouche, en la retenant par la nuque (ma femme n'aurait jamais toléré ça de moi)...J'avais vue sur sa croupe ou mister abricot humide et entrouvert témoignait encore de sa trahimister, j'avais l'impression que ce petit œil mouillé me regardait souriant à mes déboires, puis il jouit en elle, lui remplissant apparemment la gorge, lui criant et elle poussant des gloussements de contentement, elle avala tout en pompant comme une hystérique la queue turgescente...(Elle n'a jamais avalé avec moi de toute façon les fellations complètes n'ont jamais été au programme avec ma femme, tout juste une prise en bouche dans le feu de l'action sans plus)...

Là , elle était transformée en amante langoureuse, d'une maturité que je n'avais pas su révéler.
Moi j'étais toujours bandant, mais j'avais eu deux ou trois orgasmes et mon sperme maculait le tapis devant moi...» Bon dit elle nous on vas se coucher, il t'es évident petit cocu que ta place n'est plus dans mon lit, «tu vas nettoyer toutes tes saletés et tu dormira sur le canapé... Bonne branlette ».
Et ils partirent tous deux occuper le lit conjugal........

Enfin quelque chose à lire... bien merci et à vous lire...

dsl je prend comme sa vient

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All About Zack


My name is Sylvia Summers, I'm 26 and I'm 5'8" tall. I have grey eyes, and long black hair, all wavy and shaggy. A lot of people think I look like Kate Bush, I do I suppose. Often when people meet me for the first time, they come out with the Kate Bush thing. I can't sing though, and I haven't got the money she has. I have a slim figure with nice C cup breasts, and nice plump lips that men seem to stare at.

I've been married to Brian since I was 21. He is 9 years older than me, something that caused my lady and stepman some concern, as well as something else. Brian works as an accountant for a sales firm, he is around 5'6" tall, and a little over weight, his hair is black in colour going grey at the temples, it all adds up to making him look a little older than he really is.

My husband has a problem in the young making area, after a few tests we found he was unable to make me pregnant. At first I was devastated, but I soon realised that if I couldn't get pregnant by Brian, then I would have to live with it. I love kids, and it hurt not being able to have my own. We even talked about fostering, but Brian wasn't happy unless it was his kid. Maybe I could have pushed him a little more, but I didn't want to upset him, so I just put my dreams of being a lady out of my head.

And so to my story, it starts 2 weeks before his sister's wedding, things started going wrong in a big way, a chain of events that would turn my life upside-down.

"Please Zack don't do this. Brian?" I said, turning to my husband for support.

He just looked down at his shoes with a crestfallen expression on his face.

"It's your own fault auntie," Zack said with a smirk.

Brian lunged at him and I saw a look of shock on Zack's face. I pulled my husband off Zack, fearing it would just make matters worse. Zack straightened up and snatched the video from my hand. I whimpered as he put it in school bag.

"Please Zack you will give it back to me won't you?" I begged.

He didn't answer he just turned and left. I had to pull Brian back, as he made a feeble attempt to grab at Zack again.

Zack was Tina's mister, Brian's sister she is 37; she split with Trevor her husband when Zack was a year old. It was my sister Stephanie that Trevor ran off with to Scotland, and she was 4 months pregnant at the time! Tina got over it quickly, and settled into looking after her mister. So things calmed down until Brian asked me out soon after I started work. I wasn't sure about dating him, but Tina told me not to worry, and that she had only married Trevor because she fell pregnant with Zack 9 years before. I still felt a little guilty over the years, but as Tina said, life carries on no matter what. She seemed to have this relaxed attitude to life, and I suppose if she hadn't then I would never have had a story to tell.

I tried my best to compensate for my sister, and Brian and I sort of acted like second parents to Zack. My family and Brian's family weren't to keen on our marriage, but again it was Tina who told them to grow up and just accept it. Somehow Tina and I became friends. She took the place of my big sister in a way; yeah life is full of surprises.

Brian would take Zack to football matches, and we spoiled him a little. As he grew up his lady really couldn't let go of him. She seemed to worry about him, and wrapped him in cotton wool so to speak; Zack seemed to be her only real concern in life. When she wasn't working she devoted her time to looking after her mister. So when she started dating Danny I was very happy for her. Just 4 months later Tina announced her engagement to Danny, and everything seemed fine.

Oh how things change!

"How are you feeling?"

"That's a redy stupid question!" I snapped back at my husband.

I sat in the lounge, trying my best to stop shaking before the cigarette slipped from my fingers. It had been an hour since Zack had gone home, and my tears hadn't stopped yet. All I could think about was the tape of me and Danny having sex on my bed. My husband had set up the video. Brian said that he wanted me to have sex with someone else. He had gone on at me for years; finally I agreed just to shut him up, yes pathetic I know, but I must admit to being a little curious about having sex with someone else. I suppose he wore me down. I resisted strongly at first, even threatening to walk out on him. But even so it was always in my head, that Brian was my only lover, and would it really hurt to have sex, just once, with someone else? Now I had my answer didn't I?

"Sylvie he'll bring it back tomorrow, and then it will all be over he said so."

"Oh so that makes it all right does it? God knows what he's doing watching it now," I whimpered, realising that I knew full well, "it's bad enough that he will have seen me naked, but having sex with his lady's soon to be husband, how sick is that!"

I cringed at the thought of Tina finding out. First my sister stole her husband (not that Tina was too worried), and now me having it off with her husband to be!

"I knew this was a mistake, and don't look at me like that she's your redy sister!"

"Look when he brings it back it'll be over."

I lit another cigarette. Was my husband really that redy stupid? Even my legs were trembling uncontrollably now.

"He's probably watching it right now, watching me suck on.......God he'll be playing with himself!.....getting off on his auntie behaving like a, like a.....slut!"

My voice tremred and my tears began to sting. I felt like something had ripped a hole in my stomach and pulled out my insides.

"This is your fault. Why couldn't you watch?" I spat.

"I told you I, I wasn't sure if I could," Brian mumred; "besides the fantasy was that we weren't in control, and you."

"Yes I know what the redy fantasy was!" I yelled, interrupting him.

It was Brian's fantasy, but I suppose being a housewife with time on my hands, the idea started to appeal to me, being told what to do by a lover, ordered around and that sort of thing, not that Danny knew all of this. It was just our little fantasy, to spice up a below average sex life.

"Look Sylvia I'm so very sorry. But in a few days it'll be over."

"Stop saying that it won't, it won't!" I shrieked.

I ran upstairs throwing myself on the bed. It was horrific knowing my 18 year old nephew was watching me on video.

Just a few days ago he phoned to say he had overheard a conversation about my video with Danny, and he wanted to see it. He said I had to guess what he would do if I didn't let him have it. He promised to give it back. Even then all I could think about was him seeing me naked, and not what it would do to his lady's wedding plans. Well that was obvious. But the 18 year old nephew that I used to take to the pictures when he was younger, and Brian used to take to football and rugby, had now thrown all that back in our faces! Now he was nothing more than a sick pervert, getting off on my one mistake.

I had gotten takes the night I went out with Danny and Brian. That is no excuse; I had got takes because I knew what was going to happen. But it had become my fantasy as much as my husband's, so I am to blame as much as him, not that I saw it that way at the time.

Two hours later I went downstairs. Brian was sat in the dark just staring into space.

"Do you want a coffee?" I mumred.

I didn't get an answer but I made him one anyway.

"Its ironic isn't it; you wanted to be out of control. You wanted it to be humiliating for the both of us, and now after the event, it couldn't be more so."

"I'm so sorry. I, I didn't think it would come to this," Brian replied.

"Look we just have to wait now. He'll bring it back, but I don't know how I'm going to face him anymore."

Going back a little I remembered the kiss I gave Zack, as he thanked me for his birthday present. It was a kiss on the lips in his lady's kitchen, just a peck at first. But then Brian teased him like he usually did, about the lack of a girl in his life.

Brian couldn't see Zack's face when he said, "no wonder you haven't started dating yet if that's how you kiss a girl."

I saw the hurt in Zack's dark eyes. For an instant he had an almost evil look, but I could see how much my husband's words had hurt him. OK it was a joke to Brian, and I thought Zack would take it like that, be he didn't. As Brian moved to the lounge I wanted to reassure Zack. I rubbed his cheek, and that was when he moved his head forward. His lips pressed onto mine. Then I felt his tongue push into my mouth. His hand was round my neck and he held me there! It only lasted 2 or 3 seconds at most before I managed to pull away.

I turned away and went into the lounge. All around me people were laughing and in a party mood. I was in a daze for a few moments until I came to my senses. OK maybe he thought he was getting back at my husband. Perhaps he didn't realise how it would make me feel. Up until that point aunt and nephew were good friends, like they should be. But now on his 18th birthday, he had just shown me he was a young man. Now the teasing and playful banter had to stop. No longer could I call him my special nephew, and no longer could I let him have our auntie/nephew hug. It was like I had just woken up to the fact that he knew about sex. In that one kiss he let me know, he wasn't my little nephew anymore.

So from now on I would have to distance myself from him. Just to the point where we wouldn't be alone together, so if he did have sexual desires or thoughts about me, he wouldn't be able to show them. I told Brian that night but he laughed it off. Saying I was just overreacting and Zack was probably as shocked as I was. Well that maybe true, but I wasn't so sure.

It was just a week after his birthday that I found out my perception about Zack was right. I was visiting Tina talking about the wedding. She took me up to her bedroom and gave me a few skirts to try on. Now Tina always wore short skirts, we had this ongoing friendly battle about who had better legs. It was all in fun but I never wore skirts above my knee. Danny seemed to like having a leggy woman on his arm, and Tina said that maybe Brian would be the same. So there I was trying on one of her skirts, as she went to put the kettle on. I heard her coming back up the stairs just as I slipped the skirt to the floor.

"I think Brian would like the lilac one, its part of a suit isn't it Tina? Tina?"

I turned round and there was Zack just standing there on the landing. I couldn't move I was so shocked. His eyes were fixed to my lacy blue panties under my black tights. He just gazed at my groin, and then looked up into my face, and then back to my panties again. That strange look was on his face again, and then he broke into an odd smile. He took one last look at my groin, and then he moved to his bedroom. It was only then that I recovered enough to grab my skirt and put it on. My fingers were trembling, and I had to fight with the button at the back to get it done up. My heart was beating like mad and all I could think about was the expression on his face. It stayed in my head no matter what I tried to do. Those eyes of his just leering at his aunt in her underwear!

"God what's up with you?"

"Zack has, just seen me, in, in my underwear," I stammered, feeling my face going redder than ever.

"Oh god and you're the one that's blushing? He's probably scared to come downstairs poor lamb," Tina said, then burst into giggles.

"It's not funny Tina, he, he, saw my panties," I mumred with embarrassment.

I wanted to tell her about the way he kissed me last week, but I couldn't. I couldn't say your mister powerd his tongue in my mouth could I? She was very protective over Zack, even a little too much at times I thought. She spoiled him rotten, but then again we all did.

"Look if he has seen your knickers what's the big deal? I mean you are his aunt, its not like you were naked. Hey you don't think he fancies you do you?"

My mouth dropped open. Then she started giggling again.

"God if you could see your face," she said, with a chuckle that turned into full blown laughter.

The next incident happened just a week later. Tina and I were going shopping for her little break with Zack. Now if I knew he was coming I wouldn't have worn the red skirt I wore 6 inches off my knee. Tina had insisted on it as she was a terrible flirt, and told me I should tell Brian later, that I had walked round town showing off my legs to get him excited.

"We can take my car yours is loaded up with stuff," I said.

"No we'll take mine I want to get to the charity shop. You'll just have to squeeze in the back with Zack."

I swallowed hard. I was already aware that the front seat, and the nearside passenger seat at the back, was crammed full with bags.

"Do you really want to come shopping Zack? I mean it's going to be boring for you," I blurted out.

"No he doesn't, but I need him to try on some clothes for our break, don't I sweetie?"

I watched her run her fingers through his hair like he was a 10 year old.

He got in the middle seat of the car which was fairly small, about ¾ the size of the two seats either side. My skirt slipped alarmingly up my thighs as I slid in next to him. I quickly tugged it down, not that it was going very far. I put my handbag on my lap covering my legs as best as I could. But a quick glance down told me Zack could see more that he should. I took a quick sideways sneak at Zack, as I felt his bare right leg against my nylon clad left leg. I moved my legs over, away from his, but he had already had his thrill.

I closed my eyes in shame as I got out of the car. How much of my thighs he got to see I wasn't sure, probably the darker control tops of my honey coloured tights. Maybe a little glimpse of my backside in my tights, and white panties with the little flower print on.

Zack unloaded the car into the charity shop, as Tina and I went across the road to the department store. At least it would give my red face a little time to recover.

Zack joined us later and we went up an escalator, me and Tina side by side, and Zack a few steps behind us. I was really getting annoyed now so I looked over my shoulder, and there he was leering at the backs of my thighs! My angry look faded with surprise as he just smiled with a horrid dirty leer at me.

I wanted to say something to Tina, but I just couldn't. No, I had to confront Zack and nip this in the bud. Even when I turned round staring back up the escalator, I knew he was leering at me!

Tina went to see one of her friends she spotted in the post office. She knew I didn't like Faye; she was such a redy tart, and had once had a takesen smooch with Brian at the office party.

Now on the street was hardily the place to have a go at my nephew, but I figured on shock tactics to wake him up.

"Zack you must stop staring at me, I'm your aunt, and it's down right rude," I hissed in a quiet tone.

"Huh you enjoy it. You are just as big a tart as mum deep down."

Not only what he said shocked me, but the casual way he said it! My nephew had all of a sudden gained so much confidence it frightened me. Still I took a deep breath and started again.

"Look Zack you can't keep, looking at me like this. What would your lady say if she knew?" I spat, feeling quite embarrassed.

He gave me such a redy arrogant look it had me taking a step back.

"You've got great legs auntie, and nice big tits, you and mum like men looking so why can't I?"

"Zack!" I screeched in exasperation.

"Go on auntie slap me in front of people."

I quickly controlled my shaking hand.

"You see what would mum say if you hit me with witnesses? You know she treats me like I'm still a kid, so she won't believe a thing you tell her."

"I wasn't going to, to hit you Zack," I stammered.

I stood there panting wishing to god I hadn't said anything now, or maybe I had done this at home. Just then a whistle rang out from a passing lorry.

"Nice legs love!" the driver shouted, as he made eye contact with me.

"See auntie you haven't got a chance."

"Oh was that for you that whistle?" Tina asked with a grin, "see you'll have something to tell Brian, it'll get the old man going tonight."

I looked at her grinning face and wanted to scream.

"Poor Zack, don't look so worried, your aunt and I often get whistled at," Tina said, with a wink at me, "and your poor aunt still blushes, look how red she is."

"Sorry mum, I never realised men thought Auntie Sylvia was so pretty."

She just grinned at him. It was like she believed he was so redy naïve!

Well I steered clear from Zack from then on. I would visit Tina when Zack was at school. Then three weeks later after their holiday, I got the phone call from him.

"Hi Aunt Sylvia, can you lend me the video of you and Danny fucking on your bed, while I was on holiday with mum?"

I nearly dropped the phone. I pleaded with him over the next 20 minutes. I even told him I had destroyed it. This didn't do much good because he didn't believe me. I finally admitted I still had the tape, as I begged him not to say anything.

I phoned Brian the minute Zack hung up. I explained everything as I sat in tears on the bed. For 3 days I thought of nothing else but handing the tape to Zack, or rather how we could get out of it. Telling Tina would break her heart. She went on about how something would spoil her big day.

So there he stood staring at us. Brian wanted to slap him into next week, but we quickly realised we were at his mercy. We sat there like to naughty kids. I could barely look at Zack.

"Please will, will you give the tape back, to, tomorrow?" I stuttered, still not looking at him.

"Yeah, but only if you give me the panties you are wearing."

"You little cuckolds brownie!" Brian yelled.

I watched him push Zack onto the couch. He raised his hand until I grabbed it.

"Don't hit him you'll just make things worse!" I snapped.

Brian backed away and went into the kitchen.

I slowly reached up under my skirt, and pulled my pale blue panties down. I wanted to stare him out, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I just stuck my hand out offering him my warm, worn, panties, and again I couldn't look at him.

"Do you promise to bring the tape back?" I mumred feeling so incredibly humiliated.

"Of course I will. I don't want to upset my favourite aunt do I? How about you give me a kiss goodbye then Auntie Sylvie?"

I cringed and whimpered. I knew what sort of kiss he wanted. Brian was stood in the doorway. He had obviously heard everything. I just looked at his dumbfound expression. He just couldn't believe his wife was moving slowly towards her nephew.

I couldn't look at Zack, not until we were a foot apart. My eyes slowly travelled from his chest up to his face, he just stood waiting. He seemed calm, but deep down did he have butterflies in his stomach, or was it just me? Why was I the only one who seemed to be, cringing and nervous?

"Just one kiss, that is all you'll ever get from me, you, you know that don't you?" I stated, in a quivering voice.

"Sylvia!"

I looked at my husband who still stood in disbelief. I gave him a look that told him, this was all his fault and he read that by the way his body slumped slightly.

I parted my trembling lips. Now I was focused on my nephew's lips in front of me.

I could feel his slightly panting breath on my cheek. I knew I had to do what he instructed.

The tension seemed unbearable. We were both panting, but it was me that was more nervous than the 18 year old boy in front of me. I slowly parted my lips, I was the first to do this, and I was the first to move forwards, and it was my hand that went trembling to his neck.

I gasped slightly as our lips touched, Zack didn't. My quivering lips felt soft against his. I heard my trembling tongue and lips make that little hollow sound. It seemed to echo round the lounge, loud enough that all three of us could hear it. I could feel my legs shake as we slowly kissed. I felt every part of my body crawl with offense. But I had to make this good for him, or I would never see the video again.

I heard a little whimpering breath from my husband. It must have been agony watching his wife being powerd to make all the running, in kissing her nephew. I rolled my head slightly as my tentative tongue searched deeper. It was an extraordinary kiss, in extraordinary circumstances. I made it as sexy as I could for Zack, even though it made my skin crawl. I managed a quick glance at my husband. I thought he might have moved away unable to watch. But he was there, just watching open mouthed. My eyes burnt into his, as my tongue reached right into Zack's mouth. My eyes were telling my husband that this was his fault, and that I hoped he was satisfied.

But something made me pull off of Zack. Something so disgusting I can't tell you what it was. All I can tell you is that I turned away from the both of them, feeling my tears roll down my burning cheeks!

After another brief attempt to get the video from Zack, (that I mentioned at the start) I turned to my husband.

"How did he know about it? How did he know I had sex with Danny and that you videoed it?"

I watched Brian shrink. If ever there was a guilty look my husband was wearing it!

"The day I went round to see Danny, we, we had a few takes, and talked about it," Brian mumred.

"Oh my god, Zack was there?" I asked in amazement, "How could you be so redy stupid!"

"We didn't know he was there. He left with Tina earlier; he must have come back at some stage. I suppose we didn't hear Zack, and he went out again afterwards. He was probably too embarrassed to come in and sneaked away."

"Why the hell didn't you check you were alone? Why the hell did you have to say any redy thing?" I yelled.

"Sylvia I'm sorry, I didn't know he was there."

"So did you get off on talking about my performance?" I hurled viciously at him.

"God no it was just a few remarks."

I narrowed my eyes knowing what my husband was like. Sometimes he would brag to his mates about how sexy I was, he would say things like 'time to take Kate Bush home to bed,' we giggled about it between our friends, but sometimes I would tease him back, about him getting worn out too quickly, again we all laughed about it, but sometimes he would ask me if I meant it.

"Why did you kiss him like that?" he asked quietly.

I stared into the mirror at my husband's reflection as I got ready for bed. He was just watching me.

"Because we can't afford to upset him, still you seemed to enjoy it!" I snapped.

He turned over facing the wall so I couldn't see his face.

We slept with a 6 inch gap between us that night. I just couldn't get the thought out of my head, Zack seeing me naked and having sex with Danny.

I went for a walk the next evening; I didn't want to be around when Zack brought the video back, if he was going to.

"Well, has he returned it?" I mumred.

Brian nodded but he looked very uncomfortable.

"Tell me?" I asked quietly.

"He wants to, to stay here when Danny and Tina go on honeymoon."

"And you told him to go to hell, right?"

I watched as my husband shook his head slowly. I could feel the knot return to my stomach.

"He, he said he made a copy, and we'll get it back if he stays here."

"You better be redy well lying!" I screeched.

He didn't have to answer. Just the way he sat with his head in his hands told me more than I needed to know. A few minutes past as I struggled to think of a way out of this.

"The little cuckolds brownie! You have to go and get the copy when they are gone. Tina is going to give us a key to look after the plants. You have to find the copy and destroy it."

"But what if I can't find it?" he moaned.

"That really isn't an option is it? You have to find that tape, you have to."

"But he'll have to stay here; we promised Tina we would look after him."

I pulled a cigarette from the packet on the coffee table. I was full of loathing for Zack, even more so now I knew what he had done.

"Look if we have the tape he can't use it against us. It will be his word against ours. Anyway he's just 18; he wouldn't really tell his mum when she marries Danny. He wouldn't be that cruel to her surely?"

I watched Brian gulp, "after what he's done already, do you really believe that?"

My husband looked worried beyond belief. I had never seen him like this, not even when his job was on the line last year. He had been edgy, and in his own little world since Zack had phoned me. I suppose he couldn't stand the thought of our lives being taken over by Zack.

"Brian he has to stay here, we have to play along until you find the video. Then, when we have it, his sick little game will be over."

I watched Brian take a cigarette from the packet. I wanted more of a positive response than I got from him.

"What if we don't find the video, what then?"

"That isn't an option you will find it, we just have to play along until you get it. Besides he won't go too far with you here."

"That's just the point. I've only got two days after they go on honeymoon."

My face dropped and my spine began to go cold.

"Oh god you go to America on business then. If you don't find it I'll be stuck on my own with him, for 10 redy days!"

"So are you going to tell me what's been bugging you for the last week?"

I looked at my sister in law and powerd a smile, "I'm OK just a little tired or something."

Every time I looked at Tina I wanted to cry.

"Are you keeping something from me Sylvie?"

"No, honestly I'm OK."

"Oh I've been meaning to ask you."

Her words were interrupted by the front door slamming. Zack appeared in the kitchen and I could barely look at him, just the thought of what he had seen made my skin crawl.

"Hi mum, hi Aunt Sylvie."

"Oh Aunt Sylvie is it? That's a little bit informal for you Zack," Tina said with a grin.

I watched him lean over his lady from behind her as she sat in the kitchen chair. He planted a kiss on her neck as he hugged her. I swallowed as his eyes dropped to my breasts. He knew his lady couldn't see his dirty leer. She smiled that big cheesy grin of hers, due to the affection of her loving mister. Just for a moment it made me feel sick.

"Now are you sure you won't get bored with Auntie Sylvia? You'll be there with her on your own most of the time, uncle Brian is away."

"No mum I'm sure we'll have a great time, won't we auntie?" he said, casting his eyes over my boobs again.

I just gave a little worried smile as I took a sip of tea. All I could think about was Zack had seen me naked, having sex with Danny. Somewhere in this very house was the evidence! While I wanted Brian to find it, at the same time I hoped Zack had hidden it well enough so Tina wouldn't stumble across it. In 3 days Tina would be getting married, and then Zack would expect whatever he had worked out in his sick little head!

The morning of the wedding Zack turned up with his bag as arranged. I felt flustered and worried; Brian had gone to the shops to get a few odds and ends. Zack's eyes skimmed over my yellow skirt suit, and then to my legs encased in black tights. My heart pounded with dread. Was he going to start tormenting me on his ladys wedding day? I turned away to hide my trembling lips.

"You look very pretty Aunt Sylvie."

"Zack don't...."

"Just remember what you get in 2 weeks? "He said, cutting me off before I could say anymore.

"Just put your things upstairs," I whimpered.

I jumped as he grabbed my hand. He held it gently. Against all my instincts I didn't pull away. I swallowed hard knowing that in a day or two Brian would have the video. Until then I had to endure whatever Zack had planned, a little touching, maybe a kiss or two. I could take the offense of that, but I would never ever allow him to have sex with me. Over my dead body!

"Don't worry Sylvie I'll be a good boy, as long as you are a good girl."

I didn't like the way he called me Sylvie, that was bad enough, but without the aunt in front it sounded far too intimate.

"What does that mean?" I asked, still turned away from him.

"You'll find out, now we don't want Uncle Brian getting jealous, so we had better play it cool."

I closed my eyes stopping myself from having a go at him. I remembered what I had made Brian promise; as long as Zack didn't go too far, we would do as he wanted. We would try to please him, with limitations of course, until we had the tape in our possession.

"Zack I know you don't want to push this too far. You have the video and you are in charge, but I will only go so far, do you understand?" I said with a gulp.

I saw a look on his face that he tried to hide. I suppose he never expect to hear this from me, or if he did, he must have thought he would have to threaten me a lot more. If his aim was to get me to comply then he had scored a major victory.

"I just want us to be friends."

This still had way too many possibilities for my liking. I didn't want to mention sex, but I also didn't want him thinking he had a chance of it with me.

"Zack if you were my friend, I, I wouldn't want you, well, I don't mind you, looking at me, but, but." I stammered.

I was getting tongue tied and couldn't bring myself to say much more. I could feel the colour in my cheeks. I looked down at his hand that was still gently holding mine.

"I want to tell you how sexy you are to. Surely you don't mind that do you?" he asked in a real cool manner.

I thought for a moment. Could I cope with that? Just words a few words. I suppose it depended on how he said it.

"OK but that will be all. But I must have the video back at the end of this. If I am to do this for you, then you must promise me this is the end, is that clear?" I said, trying to keep myself together.

He gripped my hand more firmly and he smiled slightly, it was like he was happy with what I said. I found myself trying to grin back. Why I don't know, probably relief that he had accepted my conditions.

I lent forward and kissed his cheek softly and slowly. Again I don't really know why, maybe I was sealing our agreement with it, but something inside told me to do it.

Still, when Brian got the tape, I would blow the sick little cuckolds brownie out of the water!

Zack left before Brian came home. I tried reassuring my husband that I could cope. I just hoped Brian could too.

I tried to distance myself from Zack at the wedding. I suppose not even he would be sick enough to spoil his lady's big day. However I could see the smirk on his face as I danced with Danny. Tina wanted a dance with her brother, and said I could dance with her new husband. Brian and I just looked at each other. Danny wasn't too bothered, but then again he didn't have an 18 year old tormenting him.

"Hey sis not so friendly with my husband," Tina said with a laugh.

I moved my hand off his hip; I didn't even know it was there. What with everything else going on in my mind it just didn't register.

"I'm only joking Sylvie don't look so worried."

I managed to smile at her and realised she was just teasing me again, as usual.

When the dance ended Danny kissed me. I wasn't really expecting it, and it must have shown on my face.

"Don't worry honey, it was just a one off, we agreed, OK?" Danny whispered.

I nodded, but I still found it hard to believe that I had sex with him. Not only that, but for some stupid reamister I felt jealous of Tina, just for a second. While I danced with Danny I remembered how satisfied I had been that night. But it quickly went out of my mind when I saw the smirk on Zack's face!

Towards the end of the night Tina insisted I had a picture taken with Zack. I mean how could I refuse? I could see she was a little takes.

"Sit on his knee Sylvie," she whispered and then chuckled, "and don't go wriggling around, if you know what I mean?"

I just lowered myself onto his lap, sideways on with my arm around his shoulder. Why the hell Tina had said that I didn't know. She was always teasing me, but to say that was a little too close to the mark even for her!

A few weeks ago I wouldn't have thought anything about sitting on Zack's knee. Now I had to stop my mind coming up with the thought about where his cock was, and it was his lady that had firmly planted it in my head! My ass was now sat on his lap, somewhere down there was his cock, touching my backside! I tugged my skirt down a little, but he still had plenty of leg on show.

Tina couldn't seem to get her camera to work. I winced as Zack stroked the underside of my crossed thigh; everyone seemed oblivious to this, apart from my husband. Brian moved forward, and I shook my head slightly telling him 'no'.

"You've got great legs auntie, better than mum's," Zack whispered.

Finally his grinning lady got the camera to work. How could I spoil her big day when she looked so radiant and happy? I couldn't.

"I love that perfume Auntie Sylvia, are you wearing it for me?" he whispered.

I just sat there trying to smile, as his hand groped my thigh and he groaned slightly.

By the end of the night Brian was takes, he was soon tucked up in bed snoring his head off. My mind wandered to Zack in the next room, and the light touch of his fingers that stroked my leg. He had made me give him the black tights I wore to the wedding, but why?

Tina came round midmorning and had to go up and wake Zack up. They went off to lunch without Danny. Brain was still relaxing; he always did after too much *****. I found myself in Zack's room. Under the pillow I found my tights. I wanted to scream and throw them away, but again I held back. I found myself going through his bag in the hope of finding the video; I know a redy stupid idea. I found nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. But he had left his mobile phone for some reamister, and I thought this might hold a clue.

"Brian, come here," I called.

I could hear Brian snoring it just made me angry with him. Why wasn't he helping me to find a way to stop this?

I scrolled down the video section. Maybe Zack had managed to copy the tape to his phone. I didn't know much about mobile phones, I didn't even know if it was possible. One particular title had me quaking 'Becky blowjob'. I pressed play and in the grainy picture I saw the top of a girls head. The phone was pointing down at her. My hand covered my mouth in shock as I heard Zack panting, and this poor schoolgirl gagging on his cock! I watched as he had hold of her hair. Then he started groaning and powering himself harder into her. The poor girl Becky (I assume) was gagging and obligation, and then I heard her swallow! I stopped it and threw it back in his bag. I remembered Zack talked about a new girl at school. Her name was Becky, and Zack said she seemed a little older than 18 sometimes, is this what he meant by that?

"I'm going out to tidy the garden," Brian called, later that afternoon.

I found myself back in Zack's room. I opened his phone again and scrolled past the video I had watched. Then I came across 2 titles that had my stomach churning, 'Aunties Legs'. I sat watching the phone tremble in my hand. I didn't want to look but I had too. The screen came on, and even though the images were blurred, I knew it was my legs under the kitchen table. I remembered Zack sat opposite Tina and me, playing with his mobile phone that she gave him for his 18th. I didn't think anything of it at the time; I didn't even know his phone had a video on it. I watched the very blurred picture as it moved to Tina's legs! I gasped out loud, he was videoing his own lady's legs!

The video ended and I moved to the next. There was Tina and me going up the escalator, the very day I had tried to stop all this.

The backs of my thighs were there in broad daylight! This picture was far clearer than the under the table shot. I shuddered as the camera seemed to be getting closer to my legs. There they were filling the screen, my little white panties with the flower print under the central seam of my tights!

The picture blurred and shook and seemed to be shut off quickly. That must have been when I turned round. The next video clip was entitled Miss Newark. I knew she was a school teacher, and Zack seemed to be under her desk! I caught a glimpse of her stocking tops, and what looked like a bare pussy, until she snapped her legs shut.

The front door slamming quickly had me gasping, and I dropped the phone.

I scramred under the bed, trying desperately to retrieve it. I had to almost jam myself under the bed just to get one finger on it!

Heavy footsteps were now on the stairs, too heavy for Tina's. My stretching fingers only pushed the phone further away!

"Sylvie we're back!" I heard Tina call.

"I'll be down in a sec!" I called back in a flustered voice.

One final effort, one final stretch, and I managed to grab it.

My fingers frantically pushed all sorts of buttons, in an attempt to switch it off.

I threw the phone into Zack's bag and quickly flipped the flap over.

I met him on the landing. I knew my face was flushed, and I must have looked guilty as hell. I could see the quizzical expression on his face.

"I've left a present for you on the bed," I mumred.

Zack pushed past me obviously not believing me. I watched him stop and stare at my yellow lacy panties; I had worn them under my wedding outfit. He looked back at me and picked them up. He rolled the material through his fingers as I watched in shock. He pushed them under his pillow, and as an after thought, he seemed to feel for my tights that he had left there.

"They are still there Zack," I whispered, "if, if you want them that is?"

He grinned and nodded. It was like he now thought I was trying my best to please him. I just hoped he didn't think I was enjoying this.

I had stood on the landing just staring at his bedroom door for 10 minutes. I had collected the washing and had it under my arm. I decided to go back and check his phone. Leaving my panties for him was a spur of the moment thing. It was the only way I could think up, to remove suspicion about me coming out from his room.

"The kettles boiled!" Tina called from the bottom of the stairs.

I hurried down the stairs now regretting giving him my panties. It was just like those embarrassing moments, you know, the one you cringe about forever when you remember them? So my cringing moment was giving my nephew my dirty panties as a trophy, and then asking him if he wanted them!

Tina and Danny went on honeymoon that night to Spain. Zack went up to bed, no doubt to do whatever disgusting things he did with my underwear!

Still he was off to school tomorrow, and then Brian and I could search his room at Tina's house. We were there nearly 2 redy hours. I had got so desperate I even made Brian search Tina's room! All we succeeded in doing was knocking ballet dancer onto the floor and breaking an arm off. That afternoon Brian glued it back on and I returned it. The whole situation was now hopeless. We had come up empty handed, and my husband was leaving for the airport tomorrow evening. I saw him looking at two tickets, and asked him why he had two.

"I'm taking my secretary on this trip," he replied, as he stuffed them into his inside jacket pocket.

"You never have before," I mumred.

He just shrugged his shoulders, "I need her on this trip Sylvia, besides she has worked very hard for me, helping to get things right."

Brian went back to Tina's house the next day, but again he hadn't found the video. Short of ripping up floor boards I didn't know what else to do.

"Do you think he'll try anything while you're away?" I asked faintly.

"Sylvia I don't know. What will you do if he does?"

"I don't know, but I can't really do much can I?"

I felt Brian slip his arms around my waist from behind me. His lips nuzzled into the back of my neck.

"You have to keep him happy, like you suggested," he whispered.

"He's very confident Brian," I mumred distantly.

"Yes he is, just like in our fantasy."

"No don't say it," I said interrupting him, and twisting out of his grasp.

How could my husband be thinking such a thing, and why the hell was I thinking it too?

Zack hadn't shown any interest in me that day. I just hoped he was happy doing whatever he did with my underwear. He even told us he was going out, so we could have some time alone together. But that night in bed I had thoughts and images that I couldn't get out of my head. Brian fucked me quietly that night, but all I could think about was Zack, was he listening for a grunt or groan, that would tell him his aunt was having sex?

An hour later I looked across at my relaxing husband, as I brought myself to a silent orgasm.

Things changed the morning after Brian had gone. Zack was sat eating his cereal.

"I don't want to see you in jeans again. When I come home you will be wearing a short skirt. Do I make myself clear?"

I just stood with my trembling hands in the sink. I had stopped in mid flow of washing a cup. I just couldn't bring myself to look at him.

When Zack came home from school he smirked at his nervous wreck of an aunt. He just smiled at my compliance with his order from the morning. I could feel my legs tremble as he looked at them.

"Why aren't you wearing tights?"

I couldn't answer for awhile. He just stood there waiting.

"I, I'm sorry. I'll wear some to, tomorrow," I stammered.

"Make sure you wear a shorter skirt too, just above your knee isn't good enough Sylvie."

"I haven't really got many miniskirts, only the ones your lady gave me. I prefer long lengths."

Why did I have to say miniskirt? I could see Zack gulp.

"Then you had better buy some hadn't you, Sylvie?"

There he was using Sylvie again. His dark eyes burnt into mine so much that my lip tremred slightly. But for some reamister I just stood there and nodded.

"Now I'm going out with my friend later, you don't mind do you?"

"Of course not Zack," I mumred.

He took a last look at my breasts before he moved away.

I went to bed before him that night. I just lay there waiting for him to come in. There was no way I was going to relax, in case he came in and jumped me!

I lay as silently as I could, as I heard him climb the stairs. I pulled the quilt up to my neck.

"I'm home auntie Sylvie," he whispered through the door.

I didn't answer him, but I'm sure he knew I wasn't a relax.

I only let my grip on the quilt go when I heard him shut his bedroom door. The tears fell down my cheeks, and my trembling hands fumred in the dark for my cigarettes and lighter. I puffed hard on the tip, watching the red end shake in the dark.

I waited for the last of the red glow in the ashtray to disappear. I had the same odd feeling that I had when we kissed in front of Brian. I felt disgusted with my husband as he watched Zack kiss me. I couldn't believe that Brian looked like that kiss had turned him on! The way he just stared at us, I know it was a horror filled expression, but in away, I knew he had some sort of a thrill, even though we both didn't want it to happen.

I began thinking that maybe Brian knew Zack was there when he talked to Danny. Why would he do that though? He couldn't possibly know Zack would ask to see the video could he? Would he tell Zack? Was this some sort of scheme, some sort of sick thing my own husband had dreamt up? No he couldn't do that to his wife could he?

I suppose with all these thoughts, I was trying to get rid of some of the guilt that I held. While I hated being in this situation and just wanted to forget it all, why did I get a wet feeling in my panties when I kissed Zack? Why did I get a wet feeling when he leered at me?

I could hear grunting from his room at some point in the night. I knew what he was doing. I crawled silently out of bed and listened at his bedroom door. Why I was doing this I didn't know. I was going to burst in on him and scream and shout. But deep down I knew it wouldn't do any good. I could hear the odd word that he mumred between excited groans. 'Suck me, Auntie Sylvie, god that's good, right in front of him.' By 'him' I think Zack was referring to my husband! Brian was right it was just like our fantasy, but it seemed so sick that Zack was taking the part of my lover! It had me wondering again, if Brian knew Zack was there as Danny and my husband talked? I made my way back to bed as I realised Zack was now on the verge of coming. I didn't want to listen to that.

As I moved away I heard him say, "I love you Auntie Sylvie."

I looked back at the closed door in shock. It was louder than his earlier mumbles. I couldn't be sure, but it was almost as if he knew I was there, listening. I sat up in bed smoking another cigarette. If he knew I was out there, how the hell could I look him in the eye the next morning!

I was up early despite not getting much relax. I went to Zack's room and tapped on the door quietly.

"Zack, Zack would you like a cup of tea?" I called softly.

"Yeah, please," he said slowly.

I could hear in those two words he was wondering what I was up to. I suppose you are too? But don't get me wrong, while I did get excited by the way Zack treated me. It was the WAY he treated me, and NOT Zack. I hope that makes sense.

I was still scared of what he might do. But I couldn't help thinking, if this was some man that was part of my husband's fantasy, something we could both stop at anytime, then would it be so bad?

OK maybe I'm trying to find excuses, or a way to justify my plan, but I had to get the video back regardless of anything else. If that meant sucking up to Zack and showing him a sexy aunt, then that would be my goal.

But no way on this earth was he ever going to have sex with me!

I went in with his tea. I powerd a smile at him as he sat up in bed.

"You'll be late for school," I mumred.

"I'm not going today. I thought we could go out somewhere."

His answer stumped me. While I didn't want him getting angry, I still didn't want him here with me.

"Look you must go to school you can't just take days off Zack."

"We are going out. Now go and get dressed, and you know how."

I shuffled away pulling my dressing gown tightly around me. I sat on my bed wondering what the hell he had planned.

I wore a white bra and panties set, mink coloured tights, a simple white blouse and a black skirt 4 inches off my knee. I looked in the bottom of the wardrobe and pulled out a black pair of court shoes with a 3 ¾ inch heel. I grabbed my jacket that went with the skirt and went downstairs. Every step I took was a step nearer my fears, until finally we were face to face in the lounge. I'm sure he could see how nervous I was, but he as usual, was calm and full of confidence.

"Where do you want to go?" I mumred.

"Brighton would be nice."

"Brighton, but that's miles away!"

"Brighton," he said, cutting me off.

It's hard to drive with your legs jammed together, and feeling so vulnerable. Zack was enjoying the view, and I don't mean out of the window! Several times I felt my skirt riding up as I changed gear. The first time I went to pull it back down Zack's hand stopped me. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. So from then on I never tried to again. I could feel my hem dangerously close to exposing my panties. I tried to blot out that thought, but it just wouldn't go.

We parked in a car park, and I felt a little easier being out on a street full of people.

Zack acted normal, well as normal as he was likely to. That was until we went for something to eat. He made me sit next to the wall, and then he sat on the outside seat. I felt a hand rest on my leg just above my knee. He would have felt my trembling leg. But I made myself sit there as his fingers flexed. I felt so nervous in case anyone noticed. He only moved his hand when the waitress approached. He ate a plate full of food; all I could manage was a cup of tea!

"Come on auntie, time to go shopping," he said, with a strange confident smile.

When we went to leave he offered me his hand. I suppose it would have looked like a caring gesture to anyone who noticed. But to me it felt embarrassing. I reluctantly took his hand and slid across the bench seat. He kept hold of my hand, even after I stood up he didn't let go as we walked to the door.

I tried to pull out of his grasp when we got outside, but he gripped me more firmly until I gave up. I was only thankful I had worn sunglasses to hide from the curious stares I received now and then. My face was coloured up for quite a time. I slipped my hand out of his and pushed it through his arm. I hoped to god this looked more fitting.

I remembered walking with him just a year or so ago. Nobody stared as I had my arm through his. We were aunt and nephew and it seemed OK. But now maybe because of my red face people looked, just the occasional glance, but they looked all the same.

Zack seemed pleased that I had put my arm through his without being told.

"So I think you need to buy more miniskirts don't you?"

He could tell I was feeling uncomfortable with his request, but I didn't know what he would do if I refused.

"If that is what you want?" I mumred.

He smiled and we went into department store. He left me to get a couple of skirts while he went to the computer games section. I ended up with 3 new miniskirts, and he ended up with 2 games that I paid for!

We went into another shop, and his hand dropped to my backside. At first I tried to move away but he grabbed my hip until I got the message. So we looked at things in the shop. I tried my best to keep to the quieter part of the gift shop, but Zack was all for showing me off! He picked up an ornament of a lady with a puppy in Victorian costume. I could see the woman behind the counter giving me such a dirty look, as Zack had his arm round my waist. I flustered, and I flushed some more as I found the money to pay. Then we left the shop, with Zack's hand firmly on my backside as it rolled.

"Can we go home now?" I mumred weakly.

He nodded, maybe he realised I didn't want to be paraded around on his arm anymore. When we got back to the car I felt so relieved. Zack had grown even more confident, and had walked up the street with his hand in mine again.

All the way home he kept tickling my neck, and telling me how I had done so well. I just wanted to scream at him.

I made something to eat, and after he made a cup of tea. I felt tired after the drive and due to my lack of relax. My eyes became heavier and I dozed off. I wished I had never woken up.

As I gradually came to my senses I realised my skirt was up round my waist. Zack was nowhere to be seen. I sat up quickly rearranging my hem. Then I saw it. I gasped and shuddered just looking at it in horror. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, and I wanted to be sick. There it was the video, on my redy telly!

I guessed it was about halfway through. There I was on my back with Danny fucking me! I had never watched the video apart from the first minute, which was all I could stomach. It made me feel sick watching just that much. But now here I was, after relaxing through whatever my nephew did to me, and my sordid video playing.

"Oh my god!" I mumred in disbelief.

I just watched it unable to move, listening to my moans and groans. I was drawn to the woman on the screen. She was enjoying it, and if you had told me that you had seen it, and how much I enjoyed having sex with Danny, I would have been horrified.

But there I was having a redy orgasm!

I put my hand over my mouth in shock. I never realised I had been so verbal! The way I hugged his shiny black back clawing at him, like some whore who couldn't get enough, made my fingers tremble!

Finally I came to my senses; I had to think quickly, I ejected the video. Now I had it I could stop this. I realised that Zack must have hitched my skirt up! I'm sure he hadn't pulled my tights and panties down; well I would have noticed wouldn't I? But just the thought of him gazing at my panty covered pussy, had me feeling angry!

"Zack, Zack!" I yelled, as I turned my head to the lounge door.

I raced into his empty bedroom.

"I'm in here," he called.

I raced into my bedroom and there he was in my redy bed!

"Get out of my bed you little cuckolds brownie! This is over now!"

I watched him stand up; he never had a stitch of clothing on!

For a brief second I just couldn't take my eyes off his cock. He had my tights wrapped around it and he was slowly jerking himself.

"Stop that you little pervert, it's over now I have the tape!" I growled, waving it in the air.

"Come to bed auntie, and then you can have the second copy."

I stepped back until my backside hit the dressing table. I was shaking my head in disbelief.

"All we have to do is relax together then you are free. Just once, that's not too much to ask for my silence is it?"

I stood there while my naked nephew stripped me. I was so numb I couldn't react until I was down to my underwear. My fighting spirit of 5 minutes ago had gone.

"Zack please don't do this, this is so wrong," I mumred distantly.

Whether my voice was so soft or he was just ignoring me I didn't know. But when I felt my breasts sag I put my hands to my bra cups.

"Just let go auntie Sylvie. Show me your big tits, or does mum find out what a cheating cow you are?"

I turned facing him and gently let the bra slip off my breasts. I felt ashamed of my actions, and I felt ashamed of my weakness.

"You look beautiful auntie, you look far better than you do on the video."

It was the way he said it that I knew he meant every word. If this had been in different circumstances I would have been flattered.

"You ought to go braless you know. You really have lovely tits."

"I won't let you fu, have intercourse with me Zack, just a cuddle. This has to be it, every video, and it will never happen again. This time you have to promise me or I will tell your lady."

"Of course auntie," he whispered, as his lips grazed mine.

I pulled away from his kiss. I went to push my tights and panties down in one. I stood hunched over with my thumbs poised to push everything off.

"Turn away please," I mumred.

He got into bed and turned facing the window. I slipped my underwear off, and

I moved in between the sheets with my nephew. At least now my body would be covered from his eyes. I lay there as he slipped under the covers.

"No don't, that's not for you," I mumred shocked, as he kissed me softly on my pussy.

I couldn't believe this. The 18 year old, that just a few years ago I used to cuddle, take out, and buy ice creams, my nephew, now had his head between my legs, tasting his aunt's pussy!

I tried pushing his head away, although it was all too half-hearted, maybe because I knew I had to keep my secret from his lady. I shuddered and gasped as his tongue licked the length of my lips! I tried harder, but he didn't seem to care that his hair must have been ready to leave his scalp.

In the end I relaxed my legs. I was now giving up, and I began cradling his head, all the time that his tongue worked on my pussy. I told myself I would hate myself in the morning. His lips and tongue pushed my pussy open. I had one last feeble attempt to ask him to stop. I never did finish the sentence.

His fingers pulled my pussy open gently, and his tongue reached in further. I had never had oral sex like this. Brian didn't like it, so I was lucky to get one minutes worth which I told him was enough, I lied.

I mean that had to be the reamister I let Zack carry on, didn't it?

"Zack stop now, please," I mumred.

He pushed his tongue further and then it pulled out. My eyes opened wide in shock. He had now begun darting his tongue in and out, very quickly.

"NO, don't do that!" I shrieked.

Zack was now pushing a finger deep into my pussy, right up to his knuckle! I had tried to get my husband to do this but he never would. Whenever I fingered myself, which wasn't that often, I would do it quickly, just like Zack was doing now. It always pushed me over the edge.

"I told you no Z, Zack, please stop, Zack I, I...."

I caved in. I pulled his head into me as my legs quaked. His tongue flicked over my clit causing a warm feeling deep in my body.

My tears fell, tears of shame, because I had never had an orgasm with Brian, without having to do something myself.

I never considered myself very knowledgeable about sex. I mean with only two lovers how could I be? But Zack seemed to know what to do to me. It was probably only guess work, but it got me off all the same.

½ an hour ago I was screaming at him, now I was screaming because of him! He had two fingers in my pussy now, and he fucked me with them, how could he do this to the aunt who bounced him on her knee?

"Faster, finger me faster," I croaked.

My head left the pillow as I felt every nerve in my body react. I gripped Zack's curly black hair. I could hear my pussy squelching as his finger went faster and faster.

"Oh you little bastard!" I screeched.

I went through a whole range of emotions, as my orgasm took over my entire body. I pulled his head so tightly to my pussy, I thought he would ***!

Finally I pushed him away. I was wrong about hating myself in the morning, I hated myself now!

I looked at his red face as it came up for air. I could see my juice over his mouth and nose. He moved forward and I turned away from his kiss. He left a wet patch on my cheek. But worse than that, I could smell my own pussy on his face!

He left me to recover and went to the loo.

When he came in he just looked at me. I felt embarrassed because he had made me climax. Now this was our secret, and I felt dirty and ashamed.

"Do you really have to do this Zack? I am your aunt and I don't want this."

He looked at me like I had just told the biggest fib in the world.

"I'll make you a deal I'll mast, masturbate you, you are not going to, fuck me Zack?" I stammered.

"Only if you do it every night while I'm here? And we relax together too?"

"No Zack!" I replied in shock, "I'm your aunt for god sake, doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"It didn't to you when you had your orgasm!" he spat.

Caught out by an 18 year old, I know. But I couldn't let him fuck me, could I?

"OK but no intercourse, agreed?" I whimpered finally.

He nodded, and picked my tights up off the floor.

"I want to spunk in your tights. Put them on my cock."

After all I had just gone through why did this request disgust me so much? So this was what he did with my tights and panties, the tights and panties that I gave him!

I swallowed hard, and I slipped the tights over his cock with trembling fingers. Just touching his hard cock scared me, it was like putting my hand into a fire. I couldn't look at what I was doing; just feeling his rigid dick slip through the nylon was bad enough! I tried not to think about it, but with an excited, grunting, 18 year old, I couldn't help it. I was tossing off my own nephew!

"Oh that's great Sylvie," he mumred under his breath.

Shit what a thing to say! Did he now have some perverted vision that I was his girlfriend? I jerked his cock faster through the nylon. I just wanted to get this over with. He began grunting. I tried to turn away from his mouth but he pulled me back to him. He groaned as he kissed me full on the lips! Again I could smell myself, only this time it was quite faint, but it was still me. Without warning I felt a slight wetness soak through my tights as he strained and twisted. He must have been so worked up he couldn't hold on. I pulled my hand off the wet tights. He had to finish himself off, I just couldn't do it.

"I hope you've got plenty of tights Auntie Sylvie?"

I turned away from him to hide my embarrassment. I clung to my pillow just hoping my nephew wouldn't ravage me. I began to drift to relax, although I powerd myself to stay alert until I was sure Zack was arelax first.

God you're blushing like fuck, it's so horny auntie," he hissed quietly,

Well I wasn't surprised I was blushing, he had pushed his finger right on my clit! He flicked it with no real rhythm. It just made it worse for me. I tried to chew, but now and then I gasped and twitched, as he flicked or tweaked me. I put the fork down, or more sort of dropped it. I had stopped playing with him now. I couldn't help it, and I couldn't help squeezing his rock hard cock, as tried my best to keep my orgasm to just the two of us!

"I can't believe how fucking sexy you are," he mumred.

I whimpered again only a little louder. I could hear the waitress chatting in the distance, and someone paying a bill further away. It all seemed to add to the thrill, I couldn't stop my orgasm now, not even if the waitress approached! Finally it did slowly finish, I felt weak and drained. Now Zack was pumping my hand with his on an excited hard cock. I heard him grunting through his nose, and then I felt hot spunk spurt from his cock, as it strained through my fingers. I just looked down a few seconds later. My hand still gripped his cock, it wasn't moving but I could see the white spunk ooze through my fingers. I just sat so shocked by it. I couldn't believe how hot it was as it washed through my hand. He pushed my hand away and tucked himself into his trousers. I still couldn't move. Zack had to slap a serviette into my dripping fingers to get me to react! I came to my senses and wiped my spunk filled fingers. Zack plucked the soaked serviette from my hand and put it on my plate! I watched with an open mouth as the waitress took the plates. I just stared at the serviette as it made the journey to some bin in the kitchen. I went to the toilet to sort myself out. There she was in the mirror that mixed up, red faced aunt, wondering what the hell she was up to! I had never had any form of sex in a public place before. I just couldn't believe that I gave in so easily. I couldn't understand why my 18 year old nephew had this sort of sexual hold over his 26 year old aunt! Zack lagged behind on the way back to school. It didn't dawn on me why, until I looked over my shoulder, he was videoing my legs on his mobile phone!

"You know we ought to take a detour. If we go up the alley at the back of the houses I'll get to school quicker."

I didn't even think he had an ulterior motive for going that way. I should have guessed I suppose, but I was still coming to terms with everything that happened in the café. The alley had a high wooden panel fence, about 8 feet high. It was at the end of the gardens of all the houses, and it ran the entire length of the alley. On the other side of the narrow alley, there was just a wire fence that was over grown with long grass, and beyond that was the country side.

"Stop and turn round," Zack instructed.

My heart was thumping like hell. Surely he wasn't going to make me do something disgusting here! I stood facing him feeling my legs shake.

"Now lift your skirt, and show me your cunt," he whispered.

I shook my head. I could hear someone mowing a lawn behind the fence.

"You know auntie your video would go down a treat with my mates."

I raised my hem up and stood holding it, while he held his phone pointing at my pussy!

"Zack if someone comes out of one of the gates!" I hissed in a panic filled voice.

He ignored me and concentrated on fiddling with his phone. I guess he was zooming in or something. My face had gone red again, and my bottom jaw was trembling. I could feel the cool breeze on my juiced up pussy. My nipples felt like bullets, and my legs felt like jelly!

"Now open your blouse and show me your tits."

I opened the buttons with trembling fingers. As I opened it up I felt the breeze circulate around my breasts.

"Skirt too, show me everything together."

Zack's face looked flushed and he was breathing quite hard. For the first time today he seemed to be unable to hide his emotions, apart from when he pumped himself into my hand at the café. When he spoke I heard it in his voice.

"Walk up the alley and hold the, the back of your skirt right, right up," he stammered.

I turned away from him, and hoisted my hem right up over my rear. With each step I took my pussy leaked into my tights. I couldn't understand why I felt this way, I was being powerd to do this, but my pussy wouldn't stop telling me how turned on I was! I tried to focus up ahead, I watched for someone coming out of a garden gate. This was quite ridiculous, but so redy sexy too! My nephew was videoing my ass as it rolled with every step! It was probably 300 yards from the start of the alley to the end. Because of the uneven ground and my shaking legs, I had to look where I was treading. My eyes constantly flicked from the ground, to the end of the alley. I didn't have a chance to do up my blouse if someone suddenly appeared! The lawnmower was becoming louder, and I worked out which garden it was in.

"Zack please can I lower my skirt?"

My eyes opened wide as I turned to see him rubbing his cock! He had got the redy thing out of his trousers!

"Hold the fence, right down low," he mumred with a quaking voice.

I bent down, and I felt Zack yank my skirt up over my back. I gripped the wire fence, long strands of grass danced over my breasts causing me to shudder. Within seconds I felt hot spunk for the second time today! This time it splashed on my backside! He was grunting hard and panting quickly. I just held my position, as squirt after squirt covered my ass, soaking through my tights!

"Oh fucking hell!" Zack spat.

I turned round and wished I hadn't, Zack was still holding his phone, and his cock as it spewed out spunk. Why the hell did he have to video this! He was still grunting and groaning as he put his cock away. I straightened up and cringed as I let my skirt drop, covering my backside and Zack's cum. I wanted to pull my tights off and throw them away. But I just couldn't risk getting caught. I began to walk quite gingerly up the path, with my shaking fumbling fingers trying to do my blouse up at the same time. I could feel my nephew's spunk dribbling over my backside. When we got to the end of the alley Zack gave me instructions. I nodded and walked away, leaving him to continue to school. I barely acknowledged Mrs Patermister at the end of my road. My hands were still shaking as I fought to get the key in the lock. I raced up the stairs and shoved my skirt down. My left hand went into my tights, and my right hand went into my blouse. I panted and grunted to an orgasm in less than a minute! My mind played everything that had happened at double speed. I had to get everything through my brain before I finally reached an orgasm. The last image in my head was that of Zack, showing his mates at school his sexy aunt exposing herself for the video on his phone. Would he show them my nylon clad ass as I bent over? Would they see me just holding my position, as Zack's cock squirted spunk all over my quivering buttocks!

5 minutes later I was sat in a trance like state. I had pushed my tights down to my ankles, but I hadn't taken them off. I wasn't allowed! That was the last instruction Zack gave me. He would take them off tonight. My head was so mixed up with what was right and wrong I just didn't know anymore. Part of me didn't care, the part that made me rush home and finger myself. This part of me was beginning to win. I had never experienced sex like this, and it was turning me on beyond anything I could imagine. I just wished I could turn myself into two people, a loving wife, and my nephew's sex toy. It was over an hour before I moved. I pulled my tights up feeling the almost dry spunk of my nephew on my ass. I had told myself that I had to do as Zack wanted, that was my excuse anyway. Maybe I could have stopped this somehow. But with my husband overseas, what harm could it do? You might think I had already made my sacrifice, and I suppose I had in a way. But I had fought in my head after every single thing I had to endure. But now there would be no more fighting. Now I wanted to do whatever Zack wanted. I would appear reluctant, because I think that was what he liked, and it gave me a flimsy excuse for myself. The thrill of being dominated by my nephew was getting to me, and pushing right and wrong to the back of my mind. I was becoming his now, whether I liked it or not!

So there I was waiting by the front door like he had instructed. I had removed my blouse and pushed my tights down to mid thigh. I shook and tremred as the front door opened. I lifted my hem to show Zack my pussy like he had wanted. I took a deep breath.

"Sylvia what the hell......?"

"Mum!" I shrieked.

I pulled my tights up and covered my breasts, as I ran into the lounge.

"Wait there dear, your aunt needs to finish getting dressed."

She came in through the lounge door, her face still looked shocked.

"Aren't you feeling well Sylvia, have you just got out of bed? Your nephew has just come home from school. It's a good job we met on the path, or he would have opened the door first!"

"I, I didn't realise it was so late, yes I've been ill, I, I've been to bed," I stammered.

"Well go and find a blouse before I let him in. It's a good job your stepman didn't come with me today," she said, fanning her face with her hand.

I waited until she went back outside and closed the front door. She explained to Zack that I was ill, and I need to dress properly before she would let him in. 5 minutes later I came downstairs pretending I had a headache.

"Now you go up and do your homework or whatever Zack," she said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

He just gave me an amused grin, out of sight of my lady.

"Sylvia you shouldn't parade around half naked with an 18 year old in the house, what has gotten into you?"

I shook my head trying to cover for myself, "I didn't realise the time. I must have slept longer, than I thought."

"Well just remember Zack is still young, and the way Tina protects him he would probably have died of shock if he saw you naked."

"I wasn't naked mum, don't make an issue out of it," I protested.

"Sylvia you didn't have a top on, and you were pulling your tights up, and don't you wear panties under them?"

"Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Honestly, I can't think what the poor boy would have done if he saw you like that."

"Mother!" I snapped, "He didn't, OK?"

She gave me her usual indignant huff, "Well I mean he'll soon be courting girls, I'm sure he'd think twice if he saw you naked, being older and all."

"Enough lady, just drop it," I snapped.

"OK, but just be more careful, and don't call me lady like that."

Two hours later I turned from the front door. Zack was staring at me. All of a sudden I felt vulnerable again.

"I told you how to dress when I came home, just because she came in first it doesn't excuse you from doing what I want."

I wanted to argue with him but I just mumred a sorry.

"So for your punishment you are to spend the rest of the night naked, apart from your tights and high heels."

I nodded as I begun to strip in front of him. He just watched me the whole time. My body tremred as he gazed at me.

"You know I could ask you to do more things Aunt Sylvie? Now your mum has seen you waiting naked inside the front door, I could tell her you're powering me to have sex with you."

I looked up into his grinning eyes, my bottom lip tremred slightly.

"She's seen it with her own eyes now, her slut of a flower waiting to ravage her nephew. See you belong to me, and I know you enjoy it despite all your protests."

I gasped as his fingers tweaked my pussy lips through my tights.

"Oh Zack this is, is so wrong," I mumred.

"For you maybe, hey did your mum see how wet you were? I bet she thought you were playing with yourself, all alone, hubby over the pond. Do you reckon she thought you had a man upstairs?"

He pinched my lips a little more firmly.

"Maybe," I said in a fetishd voice.

He pushed my tights down to the tops of my thighs. We just locked eyes as he pushed a finger into my soaked pussy. My legs quaked as he finger fucked me with long slow strokes.

"I love your bush auntie, all that black curly hair," he hissed, as his other hand began gently tugging my pussy hair.

He moved closer and I watched his lips close in on my mouth.

"I think your mum is at home now playing with her snatch. She's probably telling your dad what she saw. Does daddy fancy you I wonder, is he getting off right now thinking of his little girl sucking his cock?"

"He's my stepman," I mumred.

I pushed my mouth forward just to shut him up. I didn't want these images of my stepman; I just wanted Zack to give me the orgasm that I craved. He pulled his head away and stared at me with his cold black eyes.

"Please let me kiss you," I whimpered.

I moved my head forward and he backed away again. He had a grin on his face. His aunt was amusing him now. She had become his slut, and she was desperate to release the tension between her legs. He grabbed my hair yanking it back roughly. My mouth opened and I gasped with shock. He powerd his tongue right into my mouth. It felt quite long, and I'm sure he was trying to push it into my throat! I fetishd a little and tried to protest. He just ignored me, and then sent his tongue even further into my trembling, gaping, mouth. It didn't feel like a kiss at all. It was just him pushing his tongue in my mouth. His finger became faster and slick with my juice. My legs threatened to buckle, and I had to cling to him to stay upright. I could feel my cheeks burn, and my heart pounding faster.

"What the fuck is going on?" my heart asked my brain.

"She's only getting off with her nephew again! Do try and keep up or we'll both be fucked," my brain answered.

Zack suddenly pulled away. I slumped forward and he pushed me back against the wall.

"Oh Zack, finish me off!" I screeched.

He just stood there with an arrogant smirk. He had turned me into a lust crazed whore. I could see in his eyes, just how much he enjoyed turning his aunt into a gibbering wreck!

"Stop it you slut, take your hand out of your pussy."

His words were calm and almost whispered. They also made me realise what I was doing, rubbing myself in front of my nephew, with very little or no shame!

"I need to Zack, I need it bad," I whimpered, with tears in my eyes.

He tugged my hand away from my pussy. Just a few more flicks and I would trip over the edge.

"Are you going to suck me off tonight?"

I stopped thoughts of my orgasm, but my body wanted it bad. Zack flicked his finger over my clit just twice.

"Yes I'll suck you!" I screamed.

His finger dug deep in my pussy, and his lips clamped onto my left nipple. He sucked hard and finger fucked me fast. Again I clung to my young nephew as my body finally got what she wanted.

"Thank fuck for that!" my brain shouted.

"Its alright for you, I've got to bring this bitch down, slowly now," my pounding heart replied.

I slid down the wall pressing my hand between my legs. When I opened my eyes Zack was looking down on me taking a bite out of an apple!

"So I get my blow job tonight then Auntie Sylvie?"

I looked down at his trousers I saw the hard cock that it held. Why the hell was he so redy calm! Just who was the lust crazed permister here? He pulled me to my still shaking feet.

"Leave your tights around the tops of your thighs. You know I can smell your pussy, you better hope we don't get visitors, mind you they wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off your body, would they slut?"

I pushed past him as I stumred to the loo. I sat there and for the first time I didn't cry. I just played over in my head, every disgustingly sexy thing that had happened that day.