les histoires de chrislebo

Sharon, la chose de Cindy



Là, je me sens quand même obligé de prévenir mes lecteurs que je dérape gravement d'un fantasme à l'autre.
J'ai choisi de laisser mon imagination patauger dans le gore, et voici le résultat.

Par moments, je m'inquiète un peu pour ma santé mentale, mais jusque là, il me semble que tout va bien.
Ma vie ne ressemble pas du tout à mes fantasmes (Hélas?)

Si vous vous sentez agressé, choqué, dégoûté, ... , par mon récit, vous savez certainement où cliquer pour le quitter!

Pour les autres, bonne lecture...

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Je m'appelle Sharon. C'est ma première année à l'université.
J'ai de la chance d'être tombée sur une voisine de chambre très sympa, Cindy. Elle est là depuis trois ans, et m'initie à la vie du campus. Elle m'a parrainée pour faire partie des Pompom Girls, où j'ai trouvé de bonnes copines.

Cindy a une certaine aura sur le campus, elle est écoutée et respectée. Être sa camarade de chambre me procure une sorte de respect, par contagion.

Aujourd'hui, notre équipe à gagné le premier match de la sai***. Nous fêtons ça tous ensemble dans la grande salle.
Plus tard, sur ordre du surveillant, nous sommes parties, nous les Pompom, continuer la fête dans notre local.
Celle des garçons nous est interdite.

Plusieurs cocktails à base de vodka plus tard, nous rions comme des folles. Je fais part à quelques camarade de mon attirance pour Steve, le quaterback.
Elle rient, disant qu'il est passé sur toutes les filles du campus, mais que je ne n'ai vraiment pas assez de poitrine pour l'intéresser.
Dans mon état alcoolisé, je prends ça pour un défi.
Il faut savoir que quand je bois, ça me tombe directement dans la culotte!
Je deviens très excitée et la moindre pensée salace me fait mouiller comme une fontaine.

Discrètement, je m'éclipse et rase les murs jusqu'à la fête interdite.
Au bruit, çà l'air de chauffer à l'intérieur.
J'entrouvre la porte et jette un œil. Effectivement, la ***o est à fond, des lumières clignotantes, l'air bleu de fumée, on dirait une boîte de nuit. Je me faufile le plus discrètement possible en direction de Steve, me faisant tripoter au passage par tous ceux que je croise. Ils ***t tous bourrés.
J'arrive près de Steve, m'accroche à *** cou et, l'alcool aidant, je lui révèle directement mes sentiments.
Il me répond en souriant que lui aussi m'a remarquée et que je lui fais beaucoup d'effet. Nous nous embras***s avec passion.
Steve m'emmène dans un coin plus tranquille et commence à me caresser les seins. Je chavire.
Nous nous embras***s à perdre haleine, tandis que ses grandes mains s'aventurent sur tout mon corps.
Je fris***ne, la tête me tourne.
Une bouteille de vodka passe près de nous, je l'empoigne et bois une grande rasade qui me fait presque m'étouffer.
J'embrasse à nouveau Steve qui me tripote de plus belle, il glisse une main dans ma culotte, me pétrit les seins et les fesses, me caresse entre les cuisses. Mais combien de mains a t-il?
J'ouvre les yeux et découvre avec horreur qu'ils ***t quatre à me caresser. Je me débats, mais un cinquième garçon les rejoint. Ils me déshabillent entièrement, malgré mes cris et mon agitation.
Dix mains pleines de doigts me touchent partout à la fois, me malaxent...
Je me débats toujours, mais je dois admettre que j'éprouve de plus en plus de plaisir.
Mon ventre est en feu, je sens que mon sexe dégouline sur les doigts de mes agresseurs.
- " La chienne! Elle est trempée!"

Maintenant, ils me portent, chacun par un membre.
Ils m'écartèlent.
Steve se tient devant moi, il est nu et sa grosse queue tendue me menace. Il me dit en riant:
-" C'est ça que tu voulais? Et bien, la voilà!" Et d'un grand coup de reins il se plante en moi jusqu'à la garde. Je hurle à pleins poumons!
J'étais vierge!
Je rêvais secrètement d'offrir mon pucelage à Steve.
Il me l'a volé!

Attiré par mes cris, un attroupement se forme, encourageant Steve en rythme. Il pistonne mon petit sexe déchiré de toute sa ***** de footballeur.
Il se plante encore plus profondément dans mon ventre et, poussant un cri de bête, vide ses couilles en jets puissants tout au fond de mon corps, au milieu des applaudissements.
On me fait téter la bouteille de vodka, et avant que j'aie fini de tousser, je sens une autre bite *****r mon vagin douloureux. Il est plus gros et fait des mouvements plus amples, sortant entièrement de mon trou pour s'y précipiter à nouveau avec des bruits de pets mouillés. Les garçons qui me portent me balancent, me retirant et me plantant sur cet énorme pieux.
La foule l'encourage tout en me portant et me pétrissant de ses dizaines de mains vicieuses.
Il met du temps à finir, mais est enfin acclamé.
Un troisième profite de l'ouverture, pour glisser sa queue dans mon con baveux...

Après m'être fait encore défoncer par quelques autres, je vois avec soulagement le surveillant devant moi.
Fausse joie! Lui aussi est saoul. Il me baise vite et lâche à *** tour *** jus entre mes jambes.
Je n'ai pas fini de respirer qu'un gars baraqué comme une montagne m'enfile *** engin. Ça va, il est encore moins gros que celui du surveillant. J'ai un peu moins mal.
On me redresse, on me plaque contre le géant roux et velu, les bras autour de *** cou. On m'attache les poignets et les chevilles ensemble dans *** dos à l'aide de mon foulard. Je suis soudée à sa queue de tout mon poids. Il se met à danser et sautiller, faisant douloureusement remuer sa bite en moi. Je sens mes organes s'empaler d'eux mêmes à chaque choc.
Un type sort de la foule en branlant une énorme queue violette et brillante. Il vient derrière moi, tâtonne un peu et enfile d'un coup *** énorme bout de chair rigide au fond de mon petit trou. Je hurle de douleur, à la plus grande joie de l'assemblée.
Je suis déchirée de ce côté là aussi.
Je ne peux plus respirer, mon ventre est plus que rempli par ces pieux qui me transpercent. Ils vont me faire exploser.
Le géant s'agite à nouveau, se servant de mon cul pour branler *** complice.
La situation ayant plu, quelques autres viennent aussi se faire jouir de cette manière.

On me pose à plat ventre en travers d'une table, ce n'est même plus la peine de me tenir, je suis pantelante. On me soulève la tête en me tirant les cheveux et on m'enfile le goulot de la bouteille de vodka dans la bouche. Ça me donne un coup de fouet, et en même temps me fait encore plus perdre mes repères.

Aïe! Qu'est-ce que c'est? NON! Pas une bouteille de bière!
Je hurle à pleins poumons, mais ça ne fait que les exciter encore plus.
La bouteille est entrée.
Je perds conscience.


Ils font la queue, m'enfilant chacun *** tour, soit dans la chatte, soit dans le cul, soit dans la bouche...
On amène une chaise afin que Félix, le Bulldog mascotte de l'équipe puisse aussi avoir sa part de dessert. Il se sert ***********!
Je suis défoncée, éclatée de tous les orifices. Je me vide sur le sol entre deux saillies...
Je ne suis plus que des grottes dégoulinantes. J'ai mal!

Je ne me souviens plus très bien du nombre de joueurs que compte notre équipe, quelque chose comme 27 ou 28.
Ils étaient certainement tous à la fête, sans compter quelques amis et fans.

Chacun s'est soulagé dans mes trois trous. Au moins une fois.
Je suis collée à la table par le sperme qui devient très épais en séchant.
Ça fait une éternité que je me fais remplir les orifices et gicler partout sur le corps.

J'ai de la peine à l'admettre, mais je crois que j'ai joui au moins vingt fois depuis que je suis entrée ici.


Cindy est devant moi, me caressant le visage.
-" Oh! Ma pauvre Sharon. Ça va, ma chérie?" Je lui réponds en faisant quelques bulles et en bavant un filet de sperme.
Elle gueule:
-" Vous n'êtes qu'une bande de porcs! J'espère pour vous que vous ne l'avez pas cassée!" Puis à moi, tendrement:
-" Je vais t'examiner, mon pauvre chou".
Ils ont reculé, l'air gêné.
Cindy se met derrière moi, écarte délicatement mes fesses et promène un doigt dans mes trous distendus.
Je la sens se raidir. Sa main se crispe sur ma fesse. Elle respire fort!
Elle pousse une sorte de grognement et elle se met à faire des va et viens de ses doigts dans mes orifices. L'ambiance qui était tombée, se réchauffe à nouveau. Ils encouragent Cindy qui perd tout contrôle. Elle glisse toute sa main dans ma chatte, m'arrachant de nouveaux hurlements.
Les spectateurs applaudissent.
Elle me pistonne comme une machine, soufflant fort. Cela ne lui suffit pas! Elle ***** *** autre main dans mon cul, sans ménagement. Elle va m'ouvrir en deux, comme une carcasse de boucherie.
Je perds à nouveau connaissance.

Je reviens à moi péniblement. Je suis portée par le géant roux, et travers de ses épaules velues, comme on ramène un chevreuil de la chasse.
Il me dépose sur la table du local des Pompom Girls, pantelante, aveuglée par le plafonnier.
Les filles se précipitent vers moi.
Cindy crie:
-" Chacune *** tour! On va tirer à la courte paille. Je laisse mon tour, je me suis déjà servie!"

Stella lèche avidement ma chatte dégoulinante, cherchant à avaler le plus de sperme possible.
Elle va le chercher au fond de mon ventre, de ses doigts tremblants.
Je n'en peux plus, je suis dans un état comateux. Mon corps ne peut plus choisir entre douleur et plaisir. Je me laisse partir sur un nuage de fris***s...

Depuis ce jour, Cindy me considère comme sa chose.
Et j'en suis heureuse!
Elle me ***** à porter un collier de chienne (très joli, au demeurant) avec une courte laisse.
Sur le campus, une nouvelle règle est apparue:
Tout le monde, garçon ou fille, à n'importe quel moment, est autorisé à saisir ma laisse et m'entraîner dans un coin tranquille (ou pas) pour se soulager avec mon corps.

Je sers de défouloir à tout le campus, et ils ne se privent pas d'expérimenter sur moi leurs pires fantasmes.
J'ai été farcie d'objets les plus incongrus.

On a bu et mangé dans mes orifices.

On m'a utilisée comme narguilé.

J'ai été suspendue et fouettée, mes petits seins fortement liés.

On m'a fait copuler avec différents animaux.

Des boutonneux, suants et tremblants, m'ont examinée sous toutes les coutures, loupe en main.

Un étudiant japonais a chié une énorme crotte bien dure, directement dans mon vagin. Ça faisait plusieurs jours qu'il se préparait.

Un couple de filles s'est marié en moi, se faisant leur promesse les mains jointes dans mon vagin.

Un "artiste", après m'avoir forcée à boire de la bière et à manger un repas beaucoup trop copieux, me suspendit dans une position improbable, au centre de *** œuvre. Puis il m'administra un puissant laxatif et me laissa chier, vomir et pisser durant tout *** "happening". Des caméras m'exposant en gros plans sur les murs et le plafond de la salle, devant une centaine de spectateurs.

On m'a fait prendre des drogues. Certaines ont décuplé la puissance et la durée de mes orgasmes. Avec d'autres, je n'ai aucun souvenir de ce qu'on a bien pu faire de moi, reprenant conscience sous un buis*** ou un pissoir.

Une fille me guettait et me suivait sans cesse. Chaque fois qu'on me relâchait, elle se précipitait à genoux entre mes jambes pour téter ma chatte et mon anus, aspirant tout le foutre qu'elle pouvait y trouver, avide et tremblante.

Un étudiant m'a sortie du campus pour me vendre aux passants. Pour vingt dollars, il les laissaient me baiser sur le capot d'une voiture rouillée, derrière une palissade.
Cindy l'apprit.
Je vis le pauvre garçon, attaché dans les douches se faire remplir le cul avec le jet, jusqu'à ce qu'il hurle de douleur.
Puis Cindy lui pistonna violemment le fondement de *** poing serré.
Lorsqu'elle la retira, sa main portait des traces de sang.
Elle lui donna encore un coup de pied dans les couilles et, attrapant ma laisse, m'emmena en claquant des talons vers notre chambre.

Chaque soir, à peine rentrée, je dois raconter à Cindy tout ce qu'on m'a fait subir pendant la journée, avec tous les détails.
Elle boit mes paroles en se masturbant, vient goûter dans mes orifices le mélange que je porte en moi. Enfin, ce qu'a oublié ma nettoyeuse.
Puis je dois la baiser. Dans l'un ou l'autre de ses trous, à l'aide d'un immense gode attaché à une ceinture ou de ma main, suivant *** humeur.

Si elle trouve que je n'ai pas assez été utilisée ou si elle est fâchée, elle me ***** à porter toute la nuit de gros objets en moi, qu'elle maintient au fond de mes orifices à l'aide de bande adhésive, formant une sorte de culotte qui me fait pleurer de douleur quand enfin elle me la retire, arrachant les rares poils qui me restent.

Le soir de ma performance avec "l'artiste", après lui avoir décrit ma peine et mon ***********, Cindy prit un air pincé que je ne lui connaissais pas.
Elle se mit en colère, me reprochant injustement de ne pas l'avoir invitée à ce spectacle.

Elle fouilla avec brusquerie dans le tiroir de *** bureau et partit dans la salle de bain.
Elle revint un moment plus tard, me lança une toile cirée et m'ordonnant sèchement de me mettre à quatre pattes dessus.
Elle tenait dans main une sorte de tuyau de plomberie en plastique d'environ trente centimètres de long et cinq de diamètre. Elle me l'introduisit dans le cul jusqu'à la moitié, assez brusquement.
Se mettant à *** tour à quatre pattes, elle engloutit l'autre bout, sans plus de ménagements.
Elle nous entoure d'une cordelette, tout en haut des jambes et avec *****, nous lie solidement, cul contre cul.
-" Je viens de prendre une triple dose de laxatif!
Tu es complètement vide, d'après ce que tu m'as raconté. Eh bien, je vais te remplir maintenant!"

Nous sommes restées comme ça de longues minutes, nos ventres reliés par un pipe-line.
Mes genoux sur le sol dur me font mal.
Ce gros tuyau dans mon cul me fait souffrir aussi, remué à contre temps par la respiration de Cindy.

Elle se crispe, gémit et se tortille. Elle respire fort.
Je sens déferler en moi un torrent de merde chaude, me gonflant le ventre, se forçant un passage au plus profond de mes tripes. Elle me remplit en une longue contraction. Elle a à peine le temps de reprendre *** souffle, qu'une deuxième colique, encore plus longue et plus forte, lui arrache un soupir rauque.
Je vais éclater!

Un petit répit. Nous respirons rapidement, par saccades.
Mon ventre gargouille, peinant à accepter cette intrusion.

Cindy se tord à nouveau et, avec des gémissements qui tentent de couvrir les miens, m'injecte violemment une nouvelle dose de sa diarrhée brûlante. Je sens que sous la pression, la purée nauséabonde remonte encore plus loin dans mes intestins.
Nous respirons très fort toutes les deux.
C'est à mon tour d'avoir une colique. Je lui renvoie violemment sa chiasse au fond du ventre.
Elle n'apprécie pas et se contracte à *** tour. La pression est trop forte, et la merde déborde de nos culs palpitants.
Cindy nous détache, retire le tuyau, et sans changer de position enfile sa main directement au fond de mon cul. Sans hésiter, j'enfonce la mienne dans *** intestin gargouillant.
Une nouvelle colique nous prend simultanément. Je sens se presser autour de ma main le liquide chaud qui distend encore plus *** rectum.
La pression est trop forte, je vais lâcher!
J'éjecte *********** la main de Cindy hors de mon ventre, dans un torrent immonde. *** cul faisant de même avec ma main dans le dixième de seconde qui suit.

Elle est de bien meilleure humeur lorsque nous prenons notre douche.


Tous les matins, avant d'aller aux toilettes, je dois prouver mon allégeance à Cindy.
Elle s'assoit au sol, contre mon lit, *** coude posé au bord du matelas, tendant *** poing graissé à la verticale. Je dois m'empaler sur elle, jusqu'à toucher la chaînette qu'elle porte au poignet.
Et gare à moi si je fais pipi! Car alors, je dois tout nettoyer avec ma langue et recommencer, mais dans mon cul cette fois.


Cindy a envie de s'acheter une voiture.
Lors des prochains matches, elle me vendra sous les gradins, suspendue et écartelée dans la structure. Chacun pourra faire ce qu'il veut de moi pour cinq dollars la minute.

J'ai honte de me réjouir

Premier jeu

Nous sommes en promenade, le temps est à l'orage, des trombes d'eaux parfois tombent durant un quart d'heure. Nous avions prévu un pique nique mais il paraît compromis, Tu décides d'aller au restaurant malgré mon souhait de rentrer.
Tu t'arrêtes à une auberge qui semble déserte, tu vas te renseigner s'ils ***t ouverts et gentiment la patronne t'informe qu'elle peut nous préparer quelque chose de simple. Je suis gênée de ma tenue mais je te suis, tu insistes et nous prenons une table au fond nous asseyant tous les deux sur la banquette. Je suis vêtue d'un chemisier blanc, une mini jupe étroite boutonnée devant en velours rouge et rien dessous. Elle est trop courte et je ne la mets jamais en ville sans culotte mais comme nous ne devions que rester en voiture ou aller dans les bois, ce matin là je suis partie nue sous cette jupe.
Nous dégustons notre apéritif tranquillement, quand un client arrive, c'est un vieux monsieur qui vient déjeuner seul. Il nous salut puis s'assoit à une table devant nous. Tandis que tu me parles, je remarque le regard du type qui me fixe, je tire sur ma jupe mais elle est trop courte pour me couvrir. Je me lève pour aller aux toilettes puis en revenant passe près de l'homme. Je comprends qu'il regarde, les tables ***t sans nappes et il peut admirer mes cuisses. Je me rassois en prenant soin de bien tenir serrée mes cuisses. Nous déjeunons dans la bonne humeur avec du vin, complètement détendus en oubliant le mauvais temps dehors.
Le type déjeune aussi en jetant des regards sur moi de temps en temps. Il termine et lit *** journal en buvant le café. En fait il fait mine de lire et observe tranquillement mes cuisses sous notre table. Tu me fais remarquer que le grand père se rince l'oeil depuis tout à l'heure ça te fait rire, alors tu me suggères de l'allumer par jeu, que cela serait amusant.
Je suis plutôt timide et je refuse mais l'alcool aidant, tu insistes et à ma grande surprise, d'autorité tu déboutonnes un bouton de ma jupe pour m'écarter un peu les cuisses.
Cette fois on voit bien que je suis sans culotte et tu me tiens le genou avec ta main ouvrant ou fermant mes cuisses tout en discutant avec moi. Je te demande si le type me regarde toujours, tu me mens en répondant que non et tu me glisses dans l'oreille d'en faire plus pour attirer *** attention. Je rougis mais tu ne t'en préoccupes pas et tu me déboutonnes même ma jupe jusqu'à la ceinture cette fois, puis tu entrouvres mes cuisses en te moquant de me voir si gênée.
Je me penche vers toi et t'annonce que je dois me lever pour aller aux toilettes. En me levant ma jupe est ouverte, je la tiens serrée avec la main en marchant mais on distingue bien mes cuisses. L'homme aux cheveux blancs me suit des yeux avec envie.
Aux toilettes je me passe de l'eau sur mon visage brûlant maudissant cette journée orageuse et tes idées saugrenues. Je suis si énervée que je n'arrive pas à me reboutonner, puis si je ne te laisse pas faire, nous allons encore nous disputer.
Je me dis aussi qu'un homme aussi âgé sera plus courtois et ne viendra pas m'ennuyer. Aussi par amour, je décide de prendre en main les choses pour ta satisfaction en espérant que ce moment passe vite.
Je reviens dans la salle un moment plus tard et me dirige doucement vers notre table. tu restes sidéré en me voyant, ma jupe ne tient que par un bouton à la taille et à chaque pas elle s'écarte entièrement ouverte en dévoilant généreusement mon sexe lisse rasé.
Une fois assise, j'écarte juste ma jupe sur mes cuisses serrées et me penche vers ton oreille pour te demander de m'informer si cette fois il regarde. tu me rassures en effet l'homme a posé le journal et m'observe sans se priver.
Bien que je me mette à rougir de plus belle, tu m'embrasses en me félicitant, l'effet de l'alcool te fais perdre la rai*** et ta main sur mon genou m'écarte carrément les jambes. Les cuisses bien ouvertes et sa jupe déboutonnée, je montre *** ventre lisse sans oser regarder le type qui la détaille. Tu enlèves ta main en me disant de ne pas bouger, j'obéis soumise. Le type me regarde les jambes attentivement sous la table et je reste immobile impudique en espérant qu'il ne s'approche pas.
Je décide de terminer notre jeu et qu'il est temps de partir, tu comprends ma hâte et tu te lèves pour aller régler l'addition. Je sors de table et comme tu me l'as demandée, je te suis sans avoir reboutonnée ma jupe.
Dehors sur le parking, je me retourne et constate que le type est derrière nous, tu es amusée, me demandes de lui montrer mon cul. Au point oû j'en suis arrivée, je ne vais pas te contrarier et pour éviter une dispute je m'exécute. Je retrousse bien ma jupe jusqu'à la taille avant de monter en voiture, dévoilant mes fesses rondes généreusement.
Tu montes dans la voiture mais ne m'ouvre pas aussitôt, tu veux que je continue de me montrer pour lui faire plaisir.
Cette fois tu m'agaces et de rage j'enlève ma jupe ne gardant que mon chemisier. Le vieux s'est approché de moi et fixe mon ventre lisse avec admiration. Cela ne dure que quelques secondes qui pourtant me paraissent une éternité tant j'ai honte.
Tu ouvres la porte et je me tourne pour me glisser rapidement dans l'habitacle. Juste le temps de m'asseoir, je sens la main du type me caresser les fesses.
Une fois assise dans la voiture, sa main se glisse entre mes cuisses pour me peloter le sexe. Je me sens mal regrettant d'avoir été provocante et je voudrais fuir loin de cet homme. Je n'ose bouger tant je suis effrayée, nerveuse je tremble mais le vieillard prend cela pour du plaisir et continue ses caresses.
Tu sembles ravi de le voir me caresser et ne fait rien pour l'arrêter malgré mon désarroi. Le type enlève un moment sa main voulant ouvrir sa braguette.
Je profite de cet instant d'inattention pour refermer la portière et la verrouiller, en hurlant de partir et tu démarres enfin. Tu sembles très satisfait de mon comportement pour une première exhibition poussée et m'encourages à recommencer malgré ma mine déconfite.
Tu me demandes si je vais bien, je te réponds que j'ai eu peur et que je crains de croiser ce type mais tu en souris en me rappelant que nous ne reviendrons plus dans cet endroit et que je finirais par m'habituer. Je tremble en écoutant ces mots qui ne laissent aucun doute sur ce qui m'attend. Je devrais m'enfuir mais l'amour me retiens et me pousse à te cèder...

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Maid to Order


This is the story, a true story, of how I, a straight female, became a lesbian sex slave.

She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle.

Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go with regularity. I didn't fear a new boss like the other employees did. The company needed me because I was their biggest producer. I made them money...lots of money. As long as I was one of their best sales people, I felt bullet proof, secure in my job.

When Marlene Nelson called me into her office for a cursory introduction, my haughty attitude was apparent. It initially had the desired effect...it clearly unnerved her.

It didn't take long, however, for her to regain her composure. As she leaned back in her executive chair, I took notice of her physical attributes. It was obvious she was extremely attractive, hiding a voluptuous body under her conservative business suit. She was also relatively young for an Executive, early thirties I guessed. I sensed she wasn't intimidated by me, not like the last two managers who sat at her desk.

I was, however, equally confident in my own stature within the firm. both as a sales producer and as a sexy, attractive female. Nothing conservative about me. I liked the attention I received from my co-workers and I dressed to maximize it. I was all business though. I never dated anyone I worked with. I was aware they referred to me as a prick teaser...well deserved I suppose.

"I understand you're the biggest producer in the department, Sandra," she said. "Is it Sandra or Sandi?"

"Sandra," I answered. "I don't like being called Sandi. And yes, I am the biggest producer and have been for the past three years. I make a lot of money for this firm. You should take that into consideration when you read my request for a raise. I don't feel I'm fairly compensated for my performance here."

"I see," she said. "And if you're not compensated as fairly as you think you should be, what is the alternative?"

I wasn't prepared for that question. There wasn't supposed to be an alternative. I should get the raise...period. That's the way the game was played. I didn't understand why this bitch was suddenly putting me on the spot. She should have been groveling, giving in to my demands. Did she really think there was an alternative?

My ego was as big as the raise I was requesting. Without thinking I boldly blurted out: "I guess I would have to consider taking my talents elsewhere."

I'm sorry you feel that way," she said calmly. "I'm sure you'll be sorely missed around here."

I was stunned. "What...what do you mean?" I asked nervously. "You...you mean you're willing to let me go just like that? You can't be serious. I make more money for this company than the rest of the sales staff combined. I also know the head of this division personally and he would never allow you to let me go over a meager raise.."

"I can and I just did, Sandeee," she said sarcastically. "You can finish out the day if you like or you can leave right now. It's up to you."

Suddenly I wasn't so full of myself any more. I made a hundred and fifty thousand a year. Was I being too greedy with my raise request?

She interrupted my thoughts. "Was there anything else?" she asked.

"Uh...I don't understand," I said, my voice quivering. "I didn't say I was quitting. I like my job here. I have friends here. And Mr Pyle, the division vice president told me that ...."

"I don't care what Mr Pyle told you," she quipped. "No one makes demands of me. No one is indispensable."

"Forget my raise request," I said, trying to retreat. "I love my job here. Really, I'm satisfied with my present salary. I'm sorry if I mislead you about my intentions."

She leaned back in her chair and smiled. "Tell you what I'll do, Sandee. I'll think about it over night and let you know tomorrow whether you still have a job here. That's all...get back to work."

I stumbled to my feet, grimacing from the pain in the pit of my stomach. She was dismissing me like I was a piece of ****.

"Oh, by the way," she said just as I reached the door. "I rather like the way you dress. You like to flaunt it don't you. Are you the office slut?"

She was adding insult to injury."No...no I'm not," I muttered.

"Then you must be the office prick teaser," she snickered. "Well, I won't hold that against you in my decision. Now get the fuck out of here and back to work."

Back in my office I tried to compose myself. I was shaking like a leaf...tears falling on my expensive silk blouse. Then I became angry...mad at my lack of backbone...mad at the new bitch boss and her total lack of respect for me.

I picked up the phone and called Kyra, a friend and client in a firm downtown. I'd show that bitch, I thought to myself.

"Kyra, this is Sandra. How are you today?"

"Fine, I'm fine," Kyra answered, her voice sounding oddly strained

"Listen, Kyra. You know how you are always recruiting me to come to work for you. Well this is your lucky day. I'm ready to take you up on your offer."

The phone line became eerily silent. I didn't understand. "Kyra, are you still there?" I asked. "Did you understand what I said? I'm ready to take you up on your offer."

"I heard you," she said. "Unfortunately I can't help you. I received a call from your new boss this morning. She informed me in no uncertain terms that if any of her employees tried to defect over to us and we hired them she would stop doing business with us. You know your company is our biggest supplier. I can't afford to call her bluff. If she cut us off...."

I couldn't believe it. "She...she can't do that," I cried. "That has to be illegal or something. You can't blackball someone in this day and age. Who the hell does she think she is?"

"I don't know if it's illegal or not," Kyra said. "It certainly is effective though. And if I were you I wouldn't bother to call any of the other firms where you have contact with. I think she's put the word out to everyone. From what I understand she apparently doesn't have to answer to her boss either. Mr Pyle may be your division Vice President but apparently she doesn't have to answer to him. Someone has given her a lot of power."

I hung up the phone feeling thoroughly dejected. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was making more than a hundred fifty thousand dollars a year. Now there was a possibility I might not have a job. I didn't have any investments or savings. I had spent it as fast as I made it.

Later that night, while trying to relax in my comfortable, luxurious Condo, I slowly became overwhelmed by the possibility of losing it all. I began crying uncontrollably.

Picking up the phone, I phoned Mr Pyle at his home. It was inconceivable for me that a man in his position with the company would not have a say in a matter like this.

He answered the phone. "Mr Pyle, this is Sandra. I'm sorry to bother you at home but I need to talk to you about something important. I don't know if you are aware of it but....."

"Yes, I'm aware of what happened to you today, Sandra," he said. "Unfortunately there is nothing I can do about it. Your new boss, Miss Nelson, was sent here by the President of the company. I was instructed not to interfere with her. I'm not sure what her agenda is but they've left me out of the loop. I'm not sure of my own position any more."

"But doesn't my track record mean anything?" I ask tearfully. "My sales surpass everyone . Doesn't that mean anything?"

"The company is appreciative of what you've done, Sandra. But the President is a strong believer in never allowing the tail to wag the dog. Threatening to quit unless you received a raise is tantamount to blackmail. He won't stand for it. I'm sorry...there is nothing I can do."

I hung up the phone feeling more dejected than ever. I could see my nightmare coming true. ------------------------------------

When I arrived at work the following morning there was a note on my desk to report to Miss Nelson's office. I poured myself a cup of coffee, my hands trembling from fear and stress. Trying to act as self assured as possible, I entered her office.

"Good morning, Sandee," she said sarcastically. "You're looking exceptionally sexy this morning."

I thought it odd she would call me sexy. I wondered if she was one of those lesbians, like the dykes who were always whistling at me on the streets. She certainly didn't look like a dyke.

"I've thought about your situation and this is what I've decided," she began. "Your money making skills are impressive. But, for me to allow you to stay, I need to add to your responsibilities. Are you willing to take on additional task?"

"God yes," I said, breathing a sigh of relief.

I didn't care what she wanted me to do. All I cared about was not losing that fat paycheck every month. That's all I wanted to hear.

"You might change your mind when I tell you what I need for you to do," she said.

I didn't care. Whatever it was it couldn't be as bad as not being able to pay my mortgage payment...or have my Mercedes repossessed.

"Okay, here's the offer. Every Saturday, from eight in the morning until I dismiss you, you'll be my personal maid. You'll come to my apartment and clean it, wash my linens and personal items. You will also be responsible for my dry cleaning. Do you think you can handle that?"

I thought she was joking. I waited for the punch line,,,it never came. She was as serious as I was humiliated. My pride told me to walk out, not to succumb to her insane demand. But the fear of being broke, losing the condo I worked so hard to buy was a great motivator. I tried to think of a way out of her selfish, illegal demands.

"Every Saturday? I mumbled humbly. "Be your maid? How can you ask me to do this? Maybe I should talk to Mr Wylie first. This sounds illegal."

"Sure," she said. "By all means, call him. But make sure he knows he's talking to a former employee. Or, if you want, you can retain an attorney and sue the company. Shouldn't cost you more than two, maybe three hundred dollars and hour. Knock yourself out, Sandeeee."

The bitch called my every bluff. I was losing my confidence in playing hard ball with her.

"When...when do I start?" I asked shamefully.

"Well, tomorrow is Saturday. That's as good a time as any to start. I'll give you a key to let yourself in. Make sure you're quiet. I ***** in on Saturdays."

She handed me a small plastic bag. I stared inside it, feeling numb. To my horror there was a maid's uniform, all neatly pressed and crisp. She actually wanted me to wear a maid's uniform!

"I...I can't wear this," I said, my voice quivering. "Isn't it enough that you're humiliating me. Wearing this would be so demeaning. I won't....."

"You will wear it," she said sternly. "You're not a guest in my home nor are you a friend. You're the maid and you'll dress appropriately. Do you understand?"

Almost in tears I nodded. I could sense the wrath in her voice.

"Okay, that's settled. Now get your ass back to work. Make us some money today."

And just like that she dismissed me again. I walked back to my office, my pride, my ego in shambles. What would the office staff think of me if they found out? I felt devastated. ------------------------------------

I showed up at her Condo next morning precisely at eight. I let myself in. Her apartment was beautiful, much larger than mine. It reeked of money and class, from the furniture to the art on the wall. Thank god it was neat and clean and would only need a minimum of cleaning.

I didn't know where to start. There were a few dishes in the sink. I washed them and put them away.

"I see you're on time." Her voice startled me. "I woke up early today. Since I'm up let me show you around."

I followed after her down a long hallway. The master bathroom was breath taking. There was a large oval bed in the center with mirrors on every wall. There was even a large circular mirror on the ceiling above the bed.

She pointed to the master bath off to the side. "There's a hamper in there with my dirty clothes," she said. "Mostly panties. The bathroom need to be cleaned. You can start in there. Oh, and down at the end of the hall there's a utility room where the washer and dryer are located."

I never experienced such shame. The reality of my situation hit me full *****. I hung my head, staring at the floor.

"By the way," she said, "Do you know how to cook? I could use a hearty breakfast this morning."

"Uh...yes...yes, I can cook," I said submissively.

"Good. Follow me."

In the kitchen I peered into her fridge, finding eggs and bacon. As I began preparing her breakfast she sat at the dining room table reading the morning newspaper.

Her robe hung open displaying her large breast. It disturbed me that she would expose herself like that. It was equally disturbing that I felt compelled to steal glances at them. She dressed so conservative at the office, I found it odd she would displayed herself so openly to me.

"That uniform fits you like a glove," she said as I served her breakfast. "The skirt could have been a little shorter, though."

I couldn't believe she was serious. The black skirt was so short my thighs above the top of my thigh high stockings were exposed. And the blouse...so shear my bra was clearly visible. I had to wear a trench coat just to cover myself while coming here!

The apron was a joke...small and white, barely covering my waist. And she thought the skirt wasn't short enough? Maybe, I thought, she was a lesbian after all.

While she ate breakfast I returned to the master bath. The small hamper was full, almost entirely made up of panties. The pile was a rainbow of colors, all thongs and bikinis. As I sorted them, I noticed that a number of them were quite soiled...soiled as in nasty soiled. Apparently her sexual life was quite active.

After stripping her bed, I bundled everything up and went in search of the utility room. Once I had the first load going, she yelled from the kitchen.

"Draw me a bath, Sandra. With lots of bubbles...okay."

I made my way back to the master bath, turning the water on in the tub. It was absolutely demeaning but I felt trapped.

"Nothing like a hot bubble bath," Marlene said as she slipped up behind me. "I'll bet you'd like to be home soaking in a tub yourself right now wouldn't you."

It was a cruel comment, as if she was deliberately trying to make me feel worthless. It was working.

She removed her robe, shamelessly flaunting her nakedness to me. Red faced, I looked away as she climbed into the tub.

I made my way back to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes. I couldn't stop the tears.

"SANDEEE, come in here. Hurry, I need your help."

Back down the hallway I went. She was lounging in the tub, her body hidden by the mass of bubbles.

"Do me a favor and wash my back," she said, acting very coy.

She was pushing me too far. "I'm not washing your back," I said defiantly. "I should never have agreed to this maid thing. You're being purposely cruel. Why do you enjoy humiliating me."

"I'd also enjoy firing you Sandra. If you want to leave be my guest. Just don't bother showing up at work Monday morning. I already have someone in mind to replace you."

My financial situation ****** me to swallow my pride. She never left me any wiggle room.

She picked up on my hesitation, leaning forward in the tub to expose her back. Shamefully, I reached into the tub, finding the sponge. I hated her when she smiled, gloating.

"Now do my breasts," she said softly as she leaned back in the tub.

It was difficult not to notice how large and flawless they were. Her nipples grew as I sponged them. Suddenly her knees appeared up above the bubbles, spreading wide.

"After you wash my pussy you can finish washing my clothes," she whispered. "Scrub it good. I may get lucky today and I don't want it smelling like a fisherman's wharf."

I ****** back the tears as my hand slipped between her legs, sponging her crotch. I scrubbed her hard, trying to hurt her. She moaned, licking her lips suggestively. I was now convinced she was trying to seduce me.

"Oh my, Sandra," she moaned. "You like to play rough don't you. That's alright. I like my pussy nice and pink when I'm out trolling for a date."

I couldn't breathe, gulping for air. She laughed when I ran from the bathroom gasping. I stood out in the hallway trying to pull myself together.

I finally retreated to the utility room, placing her panties and bedding into the dryer. I stayed there, wanting to avoid any more contact with her.

Within the hour I heard the door slam as she left the apartment. I immediately made my way back down the hall to her wet bar and mixed myself a *****. I needed several to numb the pain of my shame.

By the time I slipped off the bar stool to check the dryer, I was clearly feeling the effects of the *****. I staggered down the hall, retrieving the clean wash. After putting the panties away and making the bed, I was free to leave. I decided to have one more ***** for the road.

I lost track of time. Marlene returned, catching me ******** her *****.Her arms were loaded down with packages from an obvious shopping spree. But she returned with more than packages. A young blue eyed blonde followed close behind, still wearing a name tag identifying the department store where she worked. Apparently Marlene was bringing the young sales clerk home with her too. It confirmed my suspicion...she was a lesbian.

"So, I see you're still here," she said snidely. "And ******** up my ***** without permission. I may have to punish you you slutty bitch."

I was so inebriated I didn't care what she did to me. What could she do to demean me any more than she already had.

Turning to the young girl, she said: "Amber, this is my maid. Looks like she's taking advantage of me doesn't it. Sitting down on the job, ******** my *****. What do you think I should do about it?"

"I...I don't know," the young blonde mumbled.

"What the hell. It's her first day. Maybe I'll give her a break. I might even let her watch. How about it Sandee. Would you like to watch Amber lick my pussy?"

"Uh...I'm...I'm not sure about this,"Amber mumbled nervously. "I've never really done anything like this before."

"I know, dear," Marlene said sweetly. "But you've always wanted to be a bitch in training haven't you. Isn't that why you're here?"

"Yes ma'am," Amber whispered submissively.

I felt like I was going to be sick. I decided to leave, stumbling from the bar stool.

"Stay where you're at," Marlene hissed at me. "You're not going anywhere. Do you understand?"

I slipped back onto the stool, reaching for my *****.

"Remove your blouse and skirt," she ordered Amber. "Watch, Sandra. You're going to see a nice tight body. Who knows, maybe it will turn you on. Maybe you'll even learn something about yourself."

Through blurry eyes I watch as the young girl stripped. She wasn't wearing a bra. It didn't matter, her breast were small, like a little girl. She looked even younger naked.

"My god, Marlene," I gasped. "She's just a *****. Why are you doing this to her?"

She ignored me, moving toward the young girl. She stroked the girl's crotch through her white bikini panties. The teen looked at me and moaned.

"You have to stop this," I demanded as I stumbled from the bar stool again. This is wrong."

"Get the hell out of here," Marlene hissed. "I'll deal with you Monday."

I grabbed my trench coat and staggered out of the apartment. Somehow I drove home without incident. I was sick by the time I reached the inside of my condo. I threw my guts up before passing out on the sofa. What a mess my life was in. I spent Sunday trying to understand why Marlene had openly displayed her sick lesbian sexuality to me. It would surely have a negative effect on her career if it was exposed. Did she think I was so frightened of her I wouldn't reveal to the company her sick relationships with other women? Surely she didn't think she could coerce me into participating with her in her perversion

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My Wife Becomes Whore to a Gang


My wife Michelle is a high powered lawyer in our town, which is a medium sized Midwestern city. We've been married for about 22 years. About 3 years ago we were in a bit of a doldrums and I decided to spice things up by renting a room at a sex motel in the seedier side of town. The motel was one with themed rooms and Jacuzzis. To my surprise Michelle dressed the part of a slut, wearing a short skirt and high heels and a tight top. She insisted in going into the office to get the key, shaking her ass the whole way in and out and drawing some leers from a few guys who were hanging around outside. Once in the room she confided in me that for the last few years she was having a reoccurring fantasy of becoming a whore.

Michelle is a blonde of medium height. She has fantastic natural 36 DDs and beautiful wide areolas with sexy little bumps surrounding her nipples which get very hard when she is aroused. She also has a great ass which got a little bigger when she turned 40, but which looks great in sexy tight shorts or skirts.

A few months ago Michelle found a local college bar in the small town next to ours. She wanted to dress up as a slut and go in the bar and flirt with the college guys. I asked her how far she wanted to go?

"I don't know. Maybe let a few boys buy me ******, rub my leg against them. Let them grab my ass when we dance. If I'm turned on maybe I'll grind the guy a bit. A little light making out and then we can go home and fuck like crazy."

I had to admit that the thought of seeing her be a slutty older tramp and get pawed by horny college guys turned me on a bit, as long as it didn't go too far.

On the night in question we drove to the bar and I dropped her off and watched her shake her ass in her 4 inch red heels as she swayed into the bar. She was wearing a small jean skirt and a black tube top that showed off her fantastic tits.

I walked in a few minutes later and grabbed a table by the bar with a good view. She was already talking to a few guys with a ***** and cigarette in her hand. I watched her smile and laugh and rub her nails lightly over the arm of one of the college guys. A few minutes later they were on the dance floor as planned and when a slow dance started she snuggled into his arms and I watched his hand rub the small of her back for a few seconds before it disappeared beneath her skirt. Meanwhile she was staring intently into the eyes of her new friend before they kissed. First lightly and then more deeply.

The song ended and Michelle swayed back over to the table with her friend. The bartender walked over and asked me if I wanted another beer.

"I see you've been watching that slutty milf."

I nodded.

"Well see that mean looking dude over there?" The bartender pointed to a thuggish looking guy in the corner. He was about 19 and wearing a headband of a gang color.

"His name is Jose. He runs the working girls in this bar for the NorthSide Posse. NSP they call themselves. He's going to lay the law down to her in a few minutes."

I wondered what to do as I saw the guy get up and walk over to Michelle. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear and a few seconds later I saw her exchange phone numbers with the guy she was making out with and then walk behind Jose shaking her ass in an even more exaggerated manner. She glanced at me as she walked by and smiled, so I did nothing. Jose stopped at the end of the bar and sat on a stool. Michelle stood before him swaying slightly, one leg on the stool Jose was sitting on.

There was some quiet conversation and I saw Michelle laugh and shake her head. Jose reached up and put one finger in the center of her tube top and pulled her tube top. She stood without moving for a second giving Jose a good look down the front of her shirt, then she pushed his hand away. They talked for a few more minutes and I saw the bartender bring them two shots of Tequila. They downed their shots and Jose put his finger between her tits in her tube top and pulled her tube top down slightly and then towards him. Again Michelle held her ground giving Jose a good look at her tits. She went to push his finger away again but this time he caught her hand. They playfully wrestled for a moment and then I saw Michele allow herself to be pulled close to him. Jose kept his finger in her tube top, and I could see him run it down as he brushed her nipple and then ran it around her areola. His other hand let go of her hand and I saw him run it on the inside of her thigh up her skirt. Michelle stood there letting this gang member play with her tit and rub his finger near her pussy. She had a smile on her face and was staring into his eyes. There was some light making out and then I saw Jose take the bandanna off his head and give it to Michelle. She walked right past me without saying a word and went into the bathroom. A few moments later she came back wearing the bandana as a top. It barely covered her tits which were swaying. The weight of her 36DDs hung the top down and the side of her tits were clearly visible. The tube top she had been wearing was now her skirt. The tight spandex rode up her legs as she walked and it barely covered her ass. If she had look light a slut before, now she was clearly a whore looking for customers. Most eyes were on her as she came sashaying out of the bar and walked slowly over to Jose. Then she fell into his arms and gave him a passionate kiss.

A few minutes later Michelle and Jose walked over to me. Michelle was holding on to Jose's arm as he approached me. He other hand kept pulling down her skirt as it rode up her ass.

"You married to this ho?"

"Yes."

Jose seemed surprised.

"Well this bitch wants to come with me back to my boys bar. Ok?"

I looked at Michelle and she nodded.

"If that's what she wants" I said.

"Ok homey, lets get a few things straight. She may be your wife, but tonight she my ho. My bitch. For me and my boys. I don't want no trouble. But she's doing this because she wants to. So tonight she's ours. You down wit that?"

I looked at Michelle. "It's what I want honey. One night. Come watch. It will be fun."

I nodded. Jose turned and Michelle walked out with him and I followed. A cadillac pulled around and Michelle and Jose got into the back. I got into my car and followed. We drove for about twenty minutes to a bad part of town. There was a bar on a street corner and the Cadillac pulled up in front. I parked across the street.

I walked across the street and could see that the front passenger door of the Cadillac was open. Jose was in the back but I could not see Michelle. Smoke was coming out of the car. Jose was leaning back and caught my eye. He smirked. A few seconds later Michelle's head popped up. She had clearly been giving him a blow job. Then I saw someone hand her a joint. A few seconds later she got out of the car coughing and trying to re-tie on her top.

Jose walked up to me. "Your wife been smoking a joint laced with X. She's gonna get real horny soon and I'm gonna make some money. That top she's wearing signifies she with me and my boys. No one gonna bother her unless they talk to me first. She'll be safe, especially if she keeps sucking dick like she just did me."

Michelle stumbled on her high heels and had trouble keeping her skirt down over her ass. She pulled it down but it barely covered the top of her thighs. She was some sexy sight with her large breasts barely covering her tits, and trying to walk on her high heels while keeping her skirt covering her pussy, all while being a 40 year old slut on the arm of a 19 year old gang member who she had just blown.

We walked into the bar. Loud music was playing and thick smoke hung in the air. There were dozens of women of all different races in various stages of undress, but none of them appeared to be as blonde or as old as Michelle. A few woman were straddling guys giving them lap dances while a few others walked around the bar dressed more or less like Michelle was.

Jose greeted a few of his friends and Michelle was seated at a table. I could see she was nervous because she clung tightly to Jose. A few minutes later a tall black man came over. I recognized him as a local basketball player on the college team. I saw him speak to Jose and then hand him some cash. Jose said something to Michelle and then she got up and greeted the guy. They spoke for a few minutes and then he walked her over to a pool table with his hand around her waist. They shot pool for a while and Michelle made a big deal of leaning over and shaking her ass while trying to line up a shot. Eventually another two people came over and they played two against two. While they were waiting their turn Michelle sat on the basketball player's lap and he was nuzzling her ear. She was grinding her ass as she sat on him. Then it was his turn and he got up and sank several balls and when he finally missed and came back Michelle got up and threw herself into his arms and they kissed passionately. Then she sat on his lap and allowed his hand to slip underneath the small bandana covering her tits. I could see his massive hand playing with her left tit as he ran his finger around her nipple and finally pinched it, all while kissing and nuzzling her ear. This- her fantasy being played out- along with the X the gang had given her was too much for her- as she stood up turned around and then straddled her new friend. They kissed passionately and I could see her hand struggling with his cock between his legs. She broke their kiss for a second and then whispered something into his ear. I saw him reach into his pocket and give her some more money. Then with basically one tit hanging out Michelle walked back across the bar to Jose and gave him the money.

Her fantasy was now a reality. This high powered sexy 40 year old lawyer was being pimped out by a 19 year old thug. He owned her. She was his property and was having sex with who ever he told her to. Jose gave her a small packet which I realized was a condom. Michelle sashayed back across the bar to her basketball player and moved him over to a small couch in the corner. They kissed for a few minutes and then I saw her head go between his legs and then she put the condom on him. Then she straddled him and fucked him right there, in a darkened corner of a gang bar. I know my wife and I can tell when she fakes it and when she has an orgasm. She rode his cock for 10 minutes and as they quickened their strokes she began to arch her back and put her hands up in the air. The basketball player had free reign over her tits and he pulled her close and began sucking a nipple. She loved getting her nipple sucked while getting fucked and I could see her body quiver. She was coming. A few minutes later her new lover came and she collapsed into his arms. They cuddled for a few minutes and then she got up and walked back to Jose, her pimp.

This went on a few more times. Guys would come over asking for the white milf, and a few minutes later they would pay Jose and she would either go on the dance floor with them or play some pool or just have a quick ***** before going to a dark corner or a couch and blowing them or letting them fuck her.

It was after 2am and I was wondering how much longer this would go on. Michelle had broken our agreement and gone further than we ever agreed to. She put us in a situation where we were at the mercy of thugs.

Michelle came over and sat down. "Honey, I am so turned on. I love being a whore. This is totally fulfilling all my fantasies."

"Can we go?" I pleaded.

"Not until Jose says I can go."

Jose came over. "Come on, you earned your stripes."

Michelle got up and followed Jose and I followed her. We walked outside the bar and Michelle was busy fixing her top to keep her tits inside the bandana. Her skirt was riding up her ass as she walked on the sidewalk, swaying her ass, just like a streetwalker. A few doors down the next block was a tattoo parlor and we walked inside.

There was a young black man who greeted Jose and then eyed Michelle. "Damn this Ho is hot."

"She gets a silver NSP." The guy nodded and we walked into the back.

My mind was whirling. A tattoo was out of the question, but Michelle was holding tight to her pimp. They sat down at a table and the guy walked over and tugged at Michelle's top. It didn't take much and it came off. "Mmmmm I love my job sometimes" he laughed.

Michelle was put into a chair. The guy reached into a table and pulled up a small sliver charm attached to a thin bar.

"I only get a silver one" Michelle whined.

"You gotta do a lot more than shake yo ass for me one night ho" said Jose "before you get a gold one."

Michelle pouted and Jose walked over to her and leaned over to her.

"You my bitch?" Michelle nodded. "You my ho." Michelle nodded again. Jose put his finger under her chin and she looked up at him as he kissed her deeply. I could see Michelle take her tongue and pull Jose's tongue into her mouth.

Jose broke the kiss. "Say it." Michelle looked down. "I'm your bitch."

"Louder." Michelle looked up and into her pimp's eyes. "I'm your bitch. I'm your ho. I only fuck who you tell me to."

"Ok lets do this."

"The guy walked over and pulled up a chair and sat down. He reached out and grabbed Michelle's right tit and cupped it. Then he stroked it and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. She moaned. Then he did the same thing with her left tit and she moaned even louder.

"The left nipple is bigger " he said. He took out some sterilizing fluids and sterilized her left nipple continuing to rub it and tug on it. Michelle squirmed in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. The man let his other hand fall to her thigh and I saw him push between her thighs. Michelle opened her eyes and looked at her pimp. He nodded and just like that she spread her legs giving him access to her pussy. He fingered her for a few minutes, all the time tugging and pulling on her left nipple.

"Ok. It's time." He numbed her nipple and then pierced it and then placed a thin silver bar with a NSP charm dangling from a small ring attached through a hole in the bar. There were two small bars that snapped into place on either end of the small bar that had pierced her nipple and just like that Michelle was branded with the gang's symbol.

Michelle looked down at her pierced nipple and then stood up. She was woozy. She put her arms around her pimp.

"This mean you our ho. No other gang can touch you. You can walk anywhere in town in your slutty little outfits and no one will bother you without my ok."

Michelle kissed her pimp deeply again. "I am all yours." She glanced at me for a second and then kissed Jose again.

"And you never take this off without my permission Ho, OK?" Michelle nodded. "If I call your ho ass at work you take your phone and take a picture of you wearing our sign and send it to me right away so I know my ho is listening to me." Michelle nodded.

"OK," said Jose "pay the guy."

Jose turned and walked away. Michelle looked at me. "I don't have any money" she said. The guy laughed. "You think I want money over this fine pussy. Come here."

He pulled her close and Michelle started making out with a 22 year old tattoo artist. He pulled her back into a back room where there was a couch. A few minutes later I could hear him fucking her. "You like black cock" he was saying as he fucked her from behind.

"Oh jeeze I love it. I love black cock. Fuck me. Fuck me with that big black cock." 

I looked into the back room and saw the guy hold her hair like a set of reins as he pounded her. She arched her back and came. The guy kept on fucking her. She was on her hands and knees and then collapsed down on the couch. The guy slapped her ass and she raised it and moaned as he kept fucking her. A few minutes later I saw her grip the edges of the couch and moan "I'm cumming again" and she did, shaking her body as the guy who was fucking her came and then collapsed on her as she came one last time. Michelle stood up and saw me and put her arms over her breasts. "Please wait outside." I then saw her sit down and cuddle next to the guy who had just given her three orgasms. They kissed as I walked out.

A few minutes later Michelle walked out. We walked outside the store. Our car was two blocks away. We started walking as Michelle did her best to keep her skirt below her ass. Twice on the way to her car gang members of Jose's gang stopped her. Each time she was obliged to flirt with the gang member, kiss him and let him play with her tits. We got to the car with one gang member following us. Michelle took the keys. "Wait here for a few minutes." The gang member pushed her up against the car and they began to kiss. He was big, about 6'5 and Michelle was running her hands over his chest and arms. "I want some of your white milf ass."

"Honey, you boys wore my pussy out. It's sore. Come on, let me suck you."

The gang member pushed her back against the car. "I want some pussy."

Michelle kissed him deeply as he put his hand between her legs.

"Baby" Michelle whispered as I saw her hands grope his cock through his pants "You're just too big. I've been fucked so much tonight. Come on baby, let this whore suck you good. I'll swallow every bit. Then tomorrow you call this ho and I'll come and fuck you good. Ok,?"

The gang member nodded. He put his hands on her bandana and pulled it off. There was Michelle standing on a street corner next to a car in a tight spandex skirt with her tits out while making out with a gang member 20 years younger than she was. Michelle allowed the gang member to play with her tits. "Say you want it bitch."

Michelle smiled. Her hand was groping his cock through his pants. "Oh I want it. I've been staring at your cock all night. I want it bad."

"Beg."

Michelle sunk to her knees right there in the street. She unzipped him and pulled out his cock. Then she looked up at him as she was on her knees with her tits hanging out.

"Please baby. Please let me suck your big beautiful cock." She reached for it but he pulled it away. "Kiss it." He was humiliating her. Michelle began to give his cock small kisses up and down the shaft murmuring "please baby, let me suck that cock. Oh please I need to suck that cock."

Finally he was satisfied. "OK get in the car ho."

They got into the back seat and a few minutes after making out I saw Michelle go down on the gang member. About five minutes later the door opened and he got out.

"She gives a great blow job. She's all yours." He laughed.

I got into the car. I drove a few blocks in silence and then when we got into a better neighborhood I stopped the car and was prepared to yell at her, but she cut me off.

"I know what you're going to say but don't say it. This is what I want. I want to be a whore. I am Jose's whore. He has marked me. He has claimed me. He has taken me in front of you and pimped me in front of you. This is the sexiest thing a man could have done to me. Make me a whore. You had your chance but Jose took it from you. He took it from you when he played with my tits at the first bar and you let him. So this is how it's going to be. I am his whore when I want to be. I don't want you coming here anymore with me. When he calls me I will come and be his whore and walk the streets or work the bar or do anything he wants."

I wasn't sure how to handle this or what I was going to do.

It was a month since my wife Michelle had asked me to allow her to play out her fantasy and become a whore. It had started out innocently enough with some flirting with a college guy in a bar. But she had been approached by a pimp that night and after a little romancing and sweet talk he had taken her back to his own gang's bar where she was quickly turned into a whore. As many pimps seem to have, Jose exerted some spell over her. I had asked Michelle about it and she said simply that he had the best cock she had ever experienced. He could give her an orgasm just by kissing her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear while rubbing her between her legs. Certainly Jose was lucky enough to find himself in the situation where he was fulfilling her fantasy. She had always wanted to be turned out, and he had done it to her.

My phone buzzed at 5am Saturday morning. "Come get me." I knew where she was, probably somewhere on the street near the bar that the gang operated out of. I got in my car to go get her. There had been changes in her over the last month. Her calfs had gotten stronger and more pronounced, mostly from spending so much time on her feet walking up and down the street in her six inch hooker heels. Her ass had gotten tighter and more round, also from the walking in the high heels. Overall she had lost about seven pounds from her frame, and was down to about 130. The weight loss was mostly in her face and legs. She already had a nice stomach and there was no losing any weight from her 34-36 DDs. She also stopped doing anything to her hair other than putting it into a simple pony tail or letting her long blonde hair fall to just above her waist. The effect was to turn this 40 year old milf from a really good looking woman into a stop traffic head turner. She was not built for sex and sex is what she was getting and giving. Lots of it. I had seen some phone videos over the past month of guys fucking her doggy style and pulling on her pony tail which seemed to drive her crazy with lust.

The other change beside her appearance was in how she was living her life. In the course of one night she went from convincing me she was going to fulfill her fantasy by flirting with a guy while dressed like a hooker, to actually becoming a hooker and fucking and sucking off numerous guys, including the guy who pierced her tit and a few of the gang's thugs who watched over her as she walked the streets, all the while trying to get a piece of her ass for themselves.

Since that night she continued to wear the gang emblem in her pierced tit, including when she went to work. She also continued to be at Jose's beck and call, getting off work and coming home at 7pm only to be called out to meet an important client or to walk the streets in front of the bar or to work in the bar and get fucked by whomever had the cash to pay for her ass. She was often tired and had a bit of a haggard look to her. She was working hard. When she came home from a night out of being a whore she was often hung over, having been ******** or given some X or smoking a laced joint. She also smelled from cigarettes although in our real life she didn't smoke, she often played with a cigarette, sitting at a bus stop or leaning against a lamp post swaying her ass and smoking as guys walked by.

I drove about a half a block away from the front of the bar and parked our car. I saw her stagger out of the bar *****. A big guy, probably no more than 20 had his arm around her waist and was squeezing her ass. As always she was wearing a tight sheer black skirt with no underwear that she continually had to struggle to pull down so that her ass didn't show as she swayed on her high heels. She was also wearing a tight sheer red tank top and her breasts jiggled as she walked. You could see her gang pendant hanging from her pierced nipple through the shirt. She had confided in me that the pendant constantly kept her nipple aroused at work and a few times she had to go into the bathroom and play with herself to relieve the sexual tension. As always she sent a few pictures of her tits or her pussy to her pimp throughout the day to let him know she was thinking of him.

Michelle walked a few steps away from the guy, seductively swaying her ass as she walked and then stopping and looking over her shoulder with her hands on her hips as she wiggled her ass even more. She was pretending to pout because he didn't come after her. The guy high fived his friend who was with him, and then walked after her, he pulled her back to him and I saw her sink into his arms as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She ground her ass into his crouch and I could see both his hands feel her up over her tank top as he nuzzled her ear. I could see that her knees were dirty. She had obviously spent a lot of time on them that night.

As she had sometimes done in the past few weeks, Michelle reached into her small silver hooker's purse that she carried and pressed the button on her phone to call my phone so I could hear what was going on. I watched them walk over to a new Cadillac Escalade and they both got into the back.

There was some fumbling and then I heard Michelle: "Oh baby, I been looking at you all night."

"You want it?""

"Yes."

"Beg, ho."

"Mmmmm let me get it out. Ohh baby, it's big. Wow. I'm a lucky ho."

I could see Michelle bend her head down but then her head came back up.

"I said beg."

"I want it. Your cock is so beautiful. Can I kiss it? Please. Please let this whore kiss your cock. Mmmmm there....oh it tastes so good. Let me suck it. Please please?

I could here some more fumbling. "Oh you want some tit first? Take it baby. Take the tits. You paid for them. Take this ho any way you want. I'm yours."

It turned me on to hear my wife beg to suck some stranger's cock just like it turned me on to see her shake her ass as she walked up and down the street. What worried me was that she had taken this whole thing way too far.

I could hear the guy sucking on her tits and I knew this turned her on.

"Baby. Let me suck it. I need it."

I saw Michelle bend her head down and for the next ten minutes I could see the back of her head bob up and down as they guy leaned back and enjoyed his blowjob. Then I saw her head pop up.

"You want to fuck your ho baby?"

"Maybe, lets talk a bit. You seem a bit old to be a street walker."

Michelle laughed. "Actually I do it part time. I have a separate life. I do this for the sex not the money."

"Really?"

"Yeah sugar, but come on you're my last for the night. Lets have some fun. Tap this whore's ass."

It was strange for me to hear Michelle talk like a common street slut but she had picked up all the lingo in the last few weeks and seemed to effortlessly shift from lawyer to street whore and back again.

"Wait a second. Tell me more. If you don't need the money, what do you do."

"I work in an office."

"How old are you?"

"How old are you sugar?"

"20 Tell me how old you are."

"How old do I look?"

"About 30."

"Well sweetie, I'm 40. I turn 41 in two months. Now you wanna fuck this cougar or can I finish sucking that beautiful cock of yours."

"I love older woman. I'd love to take you to some fuck motel and have some real fun with you."

"Baby. I'm getting off from a long night. Jose had me walking the street for hours until I made him three grand. Then I've been in the bar and you saw what was going on. I had to fuck two of Jose's homies for free and then there was that party and the three guys. I was lap dancing them for about an hour before I blew two of them. The third guy paid to fuck me and I rode his cock. I'm tired. I'd love to go to a motel with you, but not now."

"Will you give me your number."

"Hmmm...you gonna treat me nice?"

"Yeah. "

"Will you romance me a bit buy me some sexy clothes and perfume?"

"Sure. "

"So you want this 40 year old ho to be your girlfriend?"

The guy laughed. "I don't about that. Maybe we could start as friends with benefits."

"I want a guy to be my boyfriend." I could hear Michelle pouting. But what was she doing? She was already on call to her pimp 24 hours a day, and now she was trying to set up a relationship?

"Well, you suck my cock real good and then make a date with me at the motel and show me how good a fuck you are and we'll see."

I could hear Michelle murmur as her head went down on her guy. "I'm good baby. I'm a great fuck. I will make you fall for this slut milf. And then when I'm not working I can be in your arms sucking your cock and fucking you when ever you want. Do it baby. Cum for me. Ummmmmm...."

After the guy came I heard Michelle give him her phone number. "Whatever you do don't tell Jose. He'll beat my ass if I go behind his back."

A few moments later I saw Michelle get out of the car and light a cigarette. She turned her phone off and started walking her slutty walk towards me, shaking her ass as she walked. A car drove by and beeped and I saw Michelle stop and walk over and lean in the passenger's window. A few minutes later she stood up and put her tits which she had let the guy in the car take out back into her shirt. I also saw her put a 20 into her purse.

She got into the car. "Boy am I beat. Drive me to the bar baby, I got to give Jose this 20 then we can go home."

I drove up to the bar and Michelle got out. She turned on her phone. I heard her ask a few people where Jose was and then all I could hear was some loud music. Then I heard some doors open and the music died and she must have gone into a back room. It was quieter and I could hear her heels clicking across the floor.

"Watcha doin here ho? I heard Jose ask.

"I got stopped baby after I took care of that guy in his car."

"And whatca got for me?"

"Jus 20 baby. The guy just wanted to play with my tits."

"And you came back to give me my 20?"

"yes baby. You my man."

"Bitch, I told you, if they stop you gotta close the deal. Get them to agree to a blow job. Stop putting your tits in the window. I know it turns you on but you my bitch and I need you makin me money."

"I'm sorry baby. I won't let it happen again."

"Give me 80."

"What?"

"You owe me 80 ho. You got it on you?"

"No baby I don carry no money. You told me not to."

"Ok ho. You owe me 80 out of your own money when you see me next."

I heard Michelle walk away and then I heard Jose call her back.

"Bitch, DJ here says you owe him some pussy." I knew DJ. He was a large teenage gang member. He had to be 6'7 and 300 pounds. I had seen him stop Michelle on the street the first night she was out and she promised to let him fuck her the next day before she took him into a car and blew him. She confided in me she was afraid of him. Not that he would intentionally hurt her, but he wasn't that smart and he had a huge cock and he was an ****** when she was blowing him. Pulling her hair, pawing at her tits and his cock was so wide it stretched her mouth. She worried he would stretch her out if he got a chance to fuck her. Plus he was heavily muscled and she thought he would be able to go a long time.

I heard Michelle's heels click over the floor. "He DJ baby. I did promise you some pussy. I'm sorry baby. Let me take you in the back and give you some relief."

"No way. You promised me pussy. You gonna fuck me ho?"

Michelle spoke to Jose. "Baby I'm done worn out. My pussy, she's sore. Let me blow DJ and we'll work it out later." I heard Jose laugh. "Convince him yourself. You owe him."

I could hear Michelle walking and then I heard her say "let me in you lap baby. There. Here. Give me your hand, take some tit. Oh yeah baby I love it when you pull my nipple. Baby, here's the thing. My pussy is sore. And your cock is so big. I can't fuck you, but I will suck you dry."

"No way ho. You lied to me before. I want your pussy or your ass."

I heard Michelle putting small kisses on DJ. "Come on baby. One more time. You know I sucked you dry."

"No."

"Please baby. Then you can tap this ass twice. It's all yours. Just let me rest tonight."

"Come home with me."

"What?"

"Come home to my crib and blow me and I'll let you *****, and then in the morning your pussy and ass are mine." There was a pause. "For as much as I want. All weekend."

Michelle spoke to Jose. "Jose, I really need a break." I heard Jose laugh. "You got yourself into this ho, now get yourself out. Fuck my big guy now or he gets your ass all weekend."

"Ok." I heard Michelle sigh. "I'll go home with you."

"Blow me now first. And beg me to fuck you."

I heard Michelle get to her knees and I heard her pull his zipper down.

"Oh my baby. What a big cock. I'm gonna suck you dry and then you're gonna fuck me all weekend."

"Beg me ho."

"Please baby. Please take your ho home and tap this ass."

"Whose ass?"

"My ass?"

"Wrong answer ho."

"Your ass baby. This ho's ass is yours. This bitch's pussy is yours. You the man. You own it. You got yourself a private ho all weekend."

"Ok ho. Now suck."

About twenty minutes later I saw Michelle sashay out of the bar and she walked over to my car. "You heard what happened?"

"Yeah" I said. "I don't like it."

"I'm stuck honey. This guy is so big. You can't stop him. I have to go."

"Call me if you need me to call the police."

"I'll be ok honey. I think I can control him if I keep him satisfied. Want me to send you some videos on the phone?" I looked down and felt embarrassed. "Yeah."

"Tell me again" I said. "You want to be like this?"

"For a while sweetie. Until I get it out of my system. I will be home Sunday night and I'll call when I can."

I watched her sashay off, still shaking her ass as she walked to DJ's car. But her head was hanging down and she look worried. For the first time I saw indecision in her face. She had just given her body to a 6'7 heavily muscled 19 year old with raging hormones, he now had his own 40 year old whore, and a desire to live out his fantasies. I wondered if she would be ok.

I saw her get into the car and in a few moments I saw her head go down. She had just blown him 20 minutes earlier and he was hard again. She was in for a long weekend.

My phone buzzed the next afternoon. It had been over ten hours since I had last heard from Michelle. "Check ur emai. I am ok" said the text.

I went to the email and saw several emails from a strange address. It had to be DJ's. There were several videos. I started with the first.

Michelle was lying naked on a big bed. It had to have been a custom made bed. The sheets were purple and looked silk. Michelle looked tired.

"Hey. We just woke up. Thought you might...." Her sentence was cut off as a massive hand grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head down to his crotch.

"No more talkin bitch." I saw Michelle take a massive cock in her mouth. Just as she had described it, the width of it stretched her mouth. After a few moments she pulled it out. Her mouth was sore from being stretched. She began to kiss it and lick it. I saw another massive hand reach around and grab her tit and begin to flick her nipple. She began to kiss and lick the massive shaft and moan.

She was between his massive rock hard legs and her face was turned to the side so it faced the camera.

"You're so big baby. I love this cock so much." A few small kisses and then a long lick and then he put the tip into her mouth and pushed, stretching her mouth as I saw her lips lock around the cock and her cheeks inhale as she sucked.

After a few minutes he pulled his cock out.

It's time. I get my pussy."

Michelle gave the cock one long slobbering lick and then climbed on top of DJ straddling his massive cock. I heard her moan and the saw her begin to bob up and down as DJ had each of her tits in one hand. Then the screen went blank.

The next video was 20 minutes of her from the back, sitting on his cock, bobbing up and down. Twice she had an orgasm arching her back and stretching her arms high in the air as DJ pulled and tweaked her nipples which I knew increased her orgasm. Eventually she slumped forward on to DJ and he began to buck his hips and I could see he was close to cumming. I saw some beads of sweat run down her back and then the screen went blank.

The next video was the worst or the best depending on how you view it.

The time frame showed that it was 75 minutes after she had ridden his cock.

Michelle was on her hands and knees. Her ass was in the air. She was wearing her 6 inch whore heels and nothing else. DJ was a massive presence behind her. He had a big hand on her tit that had been pierced and he was alternating between squeezing her tit and pulling on the medallion hanging from the silver bar in her pierced nipple.

Michelle looked like a wreck. Her hair was matted in sweat. Makeup was running down her face.

Behind her DJ rhythmically pumped her, smacking her ass every few minutes and pulling her hair.

"Oh...uhh...he's....uhh..been fucking me....uh ....for the last forty minutes....uhhh...uhh...ahhh....and he won't stop....uhhh....he's rock hard....and uhh...uhh... he won't stop....I keep....uhh...cumming and he just won't stop.....uhh...ahhh.....

Sweat was running down off her face. The tension of being fucked so hard could be seen in the lines on her face. Her face was flushed red from her orgasms, and there were veins throbbing in the side of her neck. Behind her I could see sweat run from DJs massive chest down on her back. Still he kept up the rhythm.

"Oh I can't take it. He has to stop. Not again. Uhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I saw her arch her back as DJ pulled her hair pulling her head back.

"You cumming ho?"


"Oh yes. Fuck yes. Oh fuck. I can't take it. I'm cumming again. Oh please stop."

DJ smacked her ass.

"Don't tell me to stop whore. I'll fuck you all day like this."

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You my man. Take this whore and fuck her. Just please cum. Please baby. I need to rest."

"I fuckin own you bitch."

"Oh you do you do. I am owned by you."

"Anybody ever fuck you this good?"

"No. Never."

"If I buy you from Jose you be my bitch?"

"Yes. Buy me. Make me your private whore. I fuck and suck only you. You will own me."

My wife was giving her self to a 19 year old thug. I couldn't stand the thought of it.

"You want me to cum ho?"

"Oh yes baby. Please cum for your whore. Please please."

"Then give me your ass ho."

Slowly DJ pulled out his massive cock. Michelle slumped to the bed lying on her stomach and face. Her stringy, sweaty blonde hair hanging down over her shoulder and down her back. He ass was raised in the air and it was quivering. Her hands were stretched out in front of her gripping the sheets. I could see her long red nails pushing into the sheets and mattress.

"Ask me to fuck your ass whore."

"I've never...no one's ever....taken me there."

DJ smacked her ass and she raised it higher.

He put his cock in the crack and rubbed it back and forth. I saw Michelle raise her ass and begin to meet his thrusts.

"Please" she whispered. "Please fuck your whore's ass. Take this ass and make it your ass DJ. You will own this ass. Tap this ass. Make me your whore."

Michelle reached around and guided his massive cock into her ass slowly. DJ was being kind. He was not pushing hard and not tearing her apart. Michelle bucked her ass to meet his thrusts and the two soon established a rhythm. And with each thrust more of his cock disappeared. Michelle moaned softly. A few times she had DJ stop and he did, waiting until she was ready to go again. At one point he put a hand around to her face and out out a finger and she sucked on it. He pulled his finger in and out as he began his slow thrusts into her ass. And then he was all the way in. Michelle looked at the camera struggling to her knees. Her tits hung down and slowly swayed as she was fucked.

"My ass is being taken...uhh...uhh...ahh...ah....ahhhhhhhhhhhh" She came again. Her face flushed red and her eyes rolled briefly back into her head.

DJ kept up a steady rhythm but he was gentle and she bucked her ass back to meet each soft stroke. WIth a small moan and several grunts DJ came. He bucked hard and Michelle took it, grunting as well. And then he collapsed on top of her.

All told she had been fucked for well over an hour and close to an hour and a half, including the last twenty minutes in which she had been fucked in her ass for the very first time.

DJ rolled off Michelle and put his head at the top of the bed. Michelle got up and stared at the camera for a minute. Her eyes looked glassy. She was dazed. But she also seem satisfied. She went up to DJ and he pulled her into his arms. She curled up in his arms. I could see his hand sneak up between her arm and cup a tit. He slowly stoked her tit. WIth his other hand he ran a finger over her face.

Michelle looked up into her suddenly gentle lover's eyes. She reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. He murmured something to her. She smiled and then she kissed him again, this time with more passion. I saw her tongue go into his mouth and he sucked on it. This slow make out session went on for 20 minutes or so and then I saw her move her hand down to his cock. She ran a red long nail along his cock and it sprang back up. Her young lover was ready for more.

She moaned and pulled him towards her, her hand guiding his cock between her thighs.

"Oh baby I need you" she murmured.

"You're so wet" he said.

They were facing each other, kissing and intertwining their legs around each other as she pulled him into her.

"Baby I need you to make love to me. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Be my lover baby please?"

"Yes, I'm you're lover."

"Oh I so need you DJ to make love to me. It's been so long since I've been made love to."

Their bodies began to move in rhythm again as my 40 year old wife made love to her 19 year old massive lover. Michelle whispered something to DJ and he got up and I could see his hand reach for the camera. Then the screen went dark.

She didn't mind if I saw him fucking her. But when they were making love she didn't want me to see it. It was private between her and her young lover.

This bothered me. It was well beyond our original agreement. I thought back to the guy she had picked up while I was waiting to pick her up. She had asked him to be her boyfriend and to romance her when he took her to a motel.

Her need to be a whore was slowly evolving into something more deep and complex. No longer did she just want to be fucked and called a HO and ****** to blow guys in the street on her knees. Somehow I realized that with everything we had been through, this was the greatest threat yet to our marriage.

Bonjour Chris le Beau,
ca va chez vous? Le covid vous a rendu visite - justement à Noel??? Ou vous etes convaincu que les 322 pages de vos histoires suffisent bien? Vous faites peut-etre tort aux lecteurs fidèles? Mon admiration - où pouvez-vous bien prendre un tel tas d´histoires - plus ou moins de la meme orientation? De toute facon je vous souhaite bonne continuation dans votre vie et un tas de santé...portez-vous bien, cher bienfaiteur - on ne vous oublie pas...
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