"OK, Dad, I'm going to go get dressed, then you can take me in to the hospital so I can spend the day with Mom." In a perfectly normal voice, as if nothing had happened. Did she not see even a little bit of the irony in that?

I dropped Tamara off at the hospital, then spent most of the day doing research on alcohol treatment programs. Mary still hadn't officially agreed to enter one, but she was at least talking about it, and I wanted to have plenty of information when the time came to make decisions. There were plenty of variables to consider (cost, location, insurance coverage) and I didn't want to be fumbling around trying to figure out what to do later.

About Noon my cell rang. It was the office. Huh? No reason anybody should need to call me. Better answer, just in case something has blown up.

"Hi, Mike, how are you doing?" It was Diana.

"Hey, kid, how are you. I'm OK, considering. Won't be in this week at all, though."

"I know, I heard. I just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you and see if there's anything I can do."

"No nothing right now." Unless you want to take a very large blunt object and knock some sense into me. "I appreciate the offer though. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

"OK. You know you can call me if you need to talk about anything, right?"

"Yeah, thanks. I may just take you up on that." Even if we hadn't been playing around lately, her problems with her husband's drug use meant that we had a certain bond. "I'll call in a couple of days anyway and let you know how things are going."

"OK, hang in there. See you later."

"Bye."

As soon as I hung up I wished I'd set up a time to meet her later in the week. Not for sex. (OK, not just for sex.) I'd been getting plenty of that recently, for the first time in quite a while. But it would be nice to be able to talk to somebody who'd understand at least some of what I was going through. I didn't want to call her back right away, though. I didn't want to look like I was too needy.

Nothing else of note happened during the day, although I did get a lot of information about several residential treatment centers. The rest of the week I'd be pouring through what I'd gathered up to try to make a decision. In the late afternoon I headed back to the hospital to pick up Tamara.

I visited with Mary for a few minutes when I got to the hospital. That was about all I could manage at that point. We hadn't really had much of a marriage for the last couple of years, since her drinking had really taken off, and I just couldn't pretend any more. Of course, the fact that lately I'd had sex with a 16-year-old girl, a co-worker, and our daughter didn't exactly make it easy for me to face my wife. She did seem more receptive to the idea of going through rehab. I figured Tamara must have talked to her about it.

As we walked out of the hospital, Tamara said, "Dad, I talked to Kelly, and we want to go out to the mall and just hang out there til it closes. Can we? I really need to just get out for a while and not have to worry about anything."

I could certainly sympathize with that! "Did Kelly talk to her mother about it?"

"Yeah, she said it's fine. We can go pick her up now if you want to."

"OK, let's do it." A poor choice of words, but I don't think Tamara caught it.

When we got to Kelly's house, Sandy suggested that the two of us could take the girls to the mall, turn them loose to do whatever teenage girls do at the mall, and then we could grab some dinner and relax. That sounded like a fine idea to me, so Sandy and I found ourselves talking over dinner at one of the seafood restaurants at the mall. Mostly just small talk, avoiding the obvious subject.

When we finished dinner, Sandy said, "Hey, this place doesn't close for another four hours, and I know our daughters are going to want to stay the whole time. Why don't we go back to my place to wait instead of trying to act like we enjoy running around the mall like a couple of valley girls."

I smiled and said, "That's the best offer I've had in a while. I'll call Tamara and let her know that's what we're going to do."

When we got back to Sandy's house we settled onto the couch and turned on the TV. There wasn't much on, but you get to the point where you think something's wrong if you don't have that noise in the background. Sandy was sitting a little closer to me than was probably necessary, and I felt her head lean over on my shoulder. My cock was starting to get stiff from the warmth of her leaning against me and the delicate smell she gave off. A minute or so later, Sandy shifted slightly, turning toward me. I looked at her, short dark hair around an angular face with a straight, thin nose and fairly thin lips, brown eyes behind small wire-rimmed glasses. It doesn't sound all that great on paper, but in person it was beautiful, and the expression on her face was pure lust. Her hand landed in my lap and started massaging my cock through my jeans.

"Sandy..." I started.

"Shut up." Her mouth was on mine, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while her hand was unfastening my belt and jeans, freeing my cock from my shorts, cupping my balls and squeezing them just hard enough to hit that tipping point between pleasure and pain. Once my cock was loose, Sandy's mouth decided it wanted something better than my tongue to fill it. As her lips wrapped around the head of my shaft, I realized how long it had been since I'd had a mature, experienced woman blow me. For all the action I'd been getting lately, the only mouths I'd had around my dick were 16 year olds. They were both very naturally talented, but sometimes there's just no substitute for experience.

Sandy's mouth held just the head of my cock hostage, as her hand moved from squeezing my balls to stroking my dick. Her tongue swirled around me, circling the head, teasing the sensitive skin just at the bottom of the head. The tip of her tongue forced open my pee-hole, causing me to jerk and gasp.

"Damn, woman, trying to kill me?" She kind of hummed something around my cock, causing me to tingle even more. Suddenly her hand went back to my balls, and her mouth engulfed my cock. Her lips were now locked on the base of my dick, her tongue still circling and teasing, while her fingers on my balls again brought me to the edge of a scream. I felt the head of my cock slide into her throat; no gagging for Sandy. Then her mouth moved up, sucking and sucking, as I watched her cheeks hollow. She practically lifted me up off the couch as her lips reached the head again, and I felt like she was trying to suck my balls out through my cock. Again down to the base, full penetration into her mouth, this time her tongue slithering out of her mouth to lick my balls as she reached bottom. Back up to suck on the head like she was trying to get a really thick milkshake through a straw. Down again; this time her hand slid back from my balls, one finger reached between my ass cheeks and pressed lightly against my asshole. So, Kelly came by that little trick naturally.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, which caused Sandy to add pressure to her finger, just enough to wedge the tip in the opening of my ass. This time when Sandy moved up to the head of my cock I put my hands on her head and lifted her up off of me and looked into her eyes.

"You don't want me to come in your mouth, do you?"

"Sure, as long as you're good for more than one tonight!" She gave me the most wicked grin I've ever seen, and got back to business. This time as her mouth enveloped my cock, her finger penetrated my ass, sliding deep into my bowels. My ass clenched around her finger. My cock reached back into her throat. My balls contracted and blew their load out through my dick, pumping spurt after spurt down Sandy's throat as she gulped it down. I slumped back against the couch, gasping, my cock shrinking inside Sandy's mouth as she licked and sucked, making sure she had every drop of semen, my ass still gripping her finger. I never had found out why Sandy's husband wasn't around, but if he had walked out on this, he was nuts.

"Holy shit! That was... Oh, hell, I don't even know how it was!" I was practically incoherent.

"You like that, huh?" Sandy sat back up next to me, her lips found mine again, and my hands began to work with no input from my brain, which was still off on a break. Sandy was wearing a baggy T-shirt and loose khaki pants. I immediately disposed of the T-shirt, then unfastened her bra and slipped it off, freeing a pair of very nice breasts. They were large, about the same size as Kelly's with surprisingly almost no sag. I began massaging her tits with my hands while my mouth went to her throat, licking and nibbling up and down each side. She tasted sweet and just slightly sweaty. Sandy was starting to make soft purring noises. I licked up the right side of her throat, along her jaw line and up to her ear. I licked her earlobe lightly, then took it into my mouth. I sucked lightly, then nipped at her earlobe with my teeth, drawing a slight gasp from Sandy, followed by more purring. I moved down, back over her throat again, then to her chest. I licked across the top of her chest from shoulder to shoulder, then back to her throat, licking the hollow at the base where her throat joins her chest. Then down, between her breasts, my tongue licking over the inside curve of each breast as I went. By now, Sandy was holding my head in both her hands, as if afraid that I'd run away. Her purrs were becoming more pronounced. I licked around the base of her left breast, then up, circling my tongue around it like it was taking a circular staircase to the next floor. Finally, I reached her nipple, brown and hard, and took it into my mouth. Locking my lips around it, I sucked, lightly at first, then harder.

"God, yes, like that! Mmmmm!" Just before releasing Sandy's nipple I bit down on it with my teeth, causing her to squeal and pull my head more tightly against her tit.

Leaving that breast, I moved to the other, where I repeated the process until I reached the nipple. There, instead of sucking, I swirled my tongue around it several times, flicking the tip of my tongue over the very tip of the nipple, then raked my teeth over it.

"Shit, you're going to drive me crazy!" Sandy was having trouble catching her breath now.

"Payback's a bitch!" We both laughed, and I continued my journey down Sandy's body.

I moved my face down to Sandy's firm belly. It wasn't flat like a teenager's, but she obviously tried to stay in shape. My tongue traced its way down, starting between Sandy's breasts, licking down, then lightly side-to-side, down again. I had my hands braced on Sandy's sides, and I could feel the muscles in her belly twitching, contracting, then releasing. Still the purring sounds, interrupted by a gasp or moan when I scraped my teeth across her belly. I reached her belly button, licked around the rim, then swirled my tongue through the little hollow, feeling Sandy's belly twitch again. While my tongue visited her belly button, I unfastened Sandy's pants, then pulled both pants and panties off, tossing them to the side.

From there I moved down at an angle, skirting her dark, untrimmed pubic hair, to the inside of her left thigh. When my tongue touched the skin of her thigh, Sandy tensed, then relaxed. I licked down her thigh, from just below where it joined her torso to her knee, savoring the taste and smell of her flesh. Her taste was a bit more pungent down here, and it was mixed with the smell of her pussy now that her pants were off. I moved across from her left thigh to her right, still at knee level, and began licking, this time moving back up, toward her pelvis. Sandy let me get about halfway up before she grabbed my head in her hands again and pulled me up to her crotch, forcing my face against her.

"Eat me, god dammit!" It was half order, half plea.

I started licking her pussy, running my tongue along the entire length of her slit with each stroke, then driving it into her as far as possible. Her soft purring noises quickly turned to sustained moans, and I felt her pussy juices start to flow around my tongue. Her pelvis moved out against my mouth with each stroke. Sandy had pulled her knees up toward her shoulders and spread them out so she was completely open. I saw her move a finger to her clit and start to massage it. I moved my face away from her pussy and said, "That's my job," pushed her hand back, and lowered my mouth to her clit.

I began licking her clit lightly. At the same time I slipped a finger inside her pussy and began stroking in and out.

"Oh yeah, like that! More!" Sandy was gasping now. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by "more," so I decided to try more fingers. I added a second to her pussy.

"Fuck yes, ahhh." I moved one finger down between her ass cheeks and drove it into her ass, all the way in with one stroke, and finger-fucked both her holes as I licked her clit.

"Ass... uhhhn... uhhhn... more... ass." I managed to wedge my last remaining finger into Sandy's rectum, now having two in each of her openings.

"Yessss, god yessss, fuck." She was obviously getting close now, and I wrapped my lips around her clit and gave it a light suck. I never had to get to the point of using my teeth.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!!!" Sandy screamed. She thrashed on the couch. Her back arched up, then her pelvis thrust out against me. Her toes curled, her feet pressed against the floor, lifting her ass up off the couch. She must have come for 45 seconds while I sucked on her clit and jammed my fingers as deep inside her as I could. Then she suddenly pushed my head away with a gasp.

"Stop! Enough!" She was panting on the couch, as wasted as I had been after her blow job.

I helped Sandy shift around on the couch so she was lying along the length of it, then climbed up, my dick ready for some action. When I got close enough, Sandy reached out and grabbed my cock in one hand and guided it to the opening of her pussy. I drove in hard, burying myself in one thrust. I felt the muscles in Sandy's belly contract, as she gripped my cock in her pussy. I began pumping in and out of her, long, slow strokes to start out, grunting as I felt her move against me. It felt like her pussy was pulling my cock into it. I couldn't ever remember being with a woman who could do so much with her cunt.

Sandy was making low, almost strangled noises deep in her throat as I fucked her, occasionally punctuated by something softly muttered. "Oh fuck, yes, please fuck me." It was like she was saving her energy for the fucking during this part where she was an active participant. And active she was. Her pussy was making my cock sing, and sometimes scream. I could feel myself approaching the point of no return.

"I want you to come, baby," I whispered into Sandy's ear.

"Just shoot it in me," was her reply.

As I got close, Sandy's arms pulled me down closer to her, her legs locked around my hips. I could feel my balls starting to twitch and knew it was time. My body shook, then stiffened. When it did, Sandy used her legs to pull me tighter against her pelvis. As my cum started to boil out of my balls, I felt the muscles of Sandy's pussy ripple around my cock, milking it. Her pussy was sucking the cum right out of my cock. I shuddered as I dumped shot after shot of semen into Sandy's belly. Then she shuddered with me, gasping and clutching me even tighter as another orgasm rolled through her.

After a few seconds I realized that this was one of those rare times that I had cum and was still hard. As a rock. Sandy realized it too, and said, "I want you to fuck me in the ass." That was a switch. Usually it was me asking the woman if I could.

"You want to roll over?"

"No. I want you to finger-fuck me at the same time."

Sandy maneuvered back to her original position on the edge of the couch with her feet on the floor. I moved in between her legs, kneeling in front of her. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed the head of my cock against the opening of her anus. I popped the head in, and Sandy moaned, "Yeah, give it to me." I did, driving my cock fully into her bowels in one motion. I could feel her ass squeezing me, and she flexed the muscles in her ass cheeks, tightening everything even more around my cock. Damn, she was almost as good with her ass as with her pussy. I began pumping her; at the same time, moving my hand to her pussy, I drove my middle two fingers into her so that I was fucking both her holes at once. That still wasn't enough. Sandy reached down, grabbed my free hand, brought it up to her mouth, and began sucking on my fingers. That just drove me farther. By now I was ramming her ass like a wild man, and pumping just about as hard into her pussy with my fingers. In with the cock, out with the fingers, then the other way around. I could feel the cock and fingers working against each other through the thin wall separating Sandy's pussy and ass, and the feeling, along with the way her ass pulsed around my cock, was driving me wild.

Sandy, meanwhile, was making those low noises back in her throat again. She couldn't say much now; her mouth was busy trying to suck the skin off my fingers. I pumped those fingers in an out of her, too, trying to keep some semblance of rhythm with my other strokes, although I don't think she really cared by then.

I'd been afraid that it might take me a long time to cum after having already shot two loads, but I didn't have anything to worry about. Sandy was so hot, and so talented, that I could already feel my balls preparing to empty themselves. Now I wanted to make sure that I got Sandy off again before I was done.

I shouldn't have been concerned about that either. The animalistic groans started to increase in pace and volume. I placed my thumb on Sandy's clit and started to rub it. She moaned loudly, and her body began to vibrate. I pressed down roughly on her clit and rubbed harder, and increased the force of my ass-fucking. Sandy released my fingers from her mouth and I moved that hand to her tits and began to squeeze them roughly.

"God, yes! Fuck me! Hard! Fuck me hard! Oh, fuck, I'm cummmming! YES!"

I pinched down hard with thumb on Sandy's clit to make sure she'd get everything she needed. I continued fucking her ass and finger-fucking her pussy as her orgasm caused her to buck wildly on the couch. I was afraid the force of her thrashing around would knock me right out of her.

"Cum... in... my ass!" Finally, I did, exploding as wave after wave of semen shot through my cock and into Sandy's rectum. Sandy's ass milked every last drop out of me. I was done, collapsing against her, my dick still wedged in her ass, although it would soon shrink and slip out.

We were still sitting naked on the couch, recovering, when my cell phone rang. It was Tamara, letting us know that it was time to pick up her and Kelly. As we got dressed, Sandy smiled and said, "Good thing they didn't get bored earlier!"

We picked the girls up, in my car. After dropping Sandy and Kelly off, Tamara and I headed home. When we were inside, Tamara enveloped me in a huge hug and kiss (very, very much action with the tongue) and then said, "Daddy, I'm really tired tonight. Is it okay if we just sleep?"

"Sure, honey, I'm pretty worn out myself." No shit, but I didn't want to have to explain why.

*****
The next morning (Tuesday? Yeah, Tuesday), I dropped Tamara off at the hospital again so she could spend more time with her mother. It was looking more and more like Mary would be headed for some residential rehab facility before long, and Tamara wouldn't be able to see her while she was there. I headed back home for some more research on rehab places, and to see if I could work on getting my head screwed back on straight.

It wasn't even so much that I was doing what I was doing while my wife was in the hospital. Like I said, we hadn't had much of a marriage for a while, and let's be honest, it was hard to feel too sorry for Mary when she'd brought most of her troubles on herself. No, it was just what I was doing, and with who. Let's see, I'd fucked my own daughter. And her best friend. And the best friend's mother. And, oh, yeah, my own best friend at work. And I'd do it all again, given the chance. Which meant that I was one fucked-up sonofabitch.

After I'd spent an hour or so wasting time thinking deep thoughts like this, the doorbell rang. I checked through the peephole, and it was Kelly. That I hadn't expected. What happened when I opened the door, I had expected even less.

"You fuckin' dick! You bastard! You fucked my mother!" She was practically screaming, and I dragged her inside and shut the door to keep the neighbors from calling the cops. Damn, how did she know Sandy and I had been getting it on? Had Sandy told her? She really couldn't be that stupid, could she?

"What makes you think I fucked your mother?"

"I could smell it when I got home! I could smell you, all over the couch, and I could smell pussy, and it had to be hers!"

Kelly lashed out with one hand, trying to hit me. I grabbed her wrist and held it. She struggled for a moment, trying to free herself, but I was much too strong for her, so she flailed with her other hand. Now I was holding both her wrists, and without thinking I shoved her back, pinning her arms against the door and stood glaring at her. Kelly gasped, out of breath, struggled again, then, as I pinned her tighter against the door, began to moan softly.

"Mmmmmm, yeah!" It was so quiet I could barely hear her, but it was definitely there.

"Oh, you like that, huh?"

"Uh huh... yeah." The look of rage on her face had definitely turned to something else now.

"Well, let's see how you like this!" I dragged her away from the door and toward the bedroom, still holding tightly onto her wrists. She struggled to keep up with me without falling. I could hear her panting.

When I got her into the bedroom, I forced her down onto the bed, wishing I had some rope. Then I saw my robe hanging on the door. I pulled the belt out of the robe and quickly tied it around Kelly's hands, then tied the loose end to the headboard of the bed. Kelly struggled against the bonds on the bed, her face beginning to flush.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'd never done anything remotely like it before. Of course, I could say the same about plenty of other things that had happened lately.

"Knock it off, bitch!" I slapped her ass with my hand, not as hard as I could, but not gently, either. Kelly gasped again, and writhed on the bed. She'd always liked it a little rough, but I'd had no idea she'd go for something like this. I decided to see how far I could take things.

I pulled off Kelly's jeans and panties, then wadded her panties up into a ball and held them in my fist. They were damp; she was absolutely turned on by what was happening. I moved toward Kelly's face, and I could see her eyes get wide as she realized what I was going to do.

"Open your mouth!" She did, the whole time looking into my eyes with the wildest expression I've ever seen. I shoved Kelly's panties into her mouth, saw her eyes roll back in her head, heard her breathe in deeply, as she tasted and smelled her own juices on her panties.

"That should keep you quiet." I was really getting into it now. I slapped Kelly's ass again, a little harder this time, and on bare flesh, and heard her moan around the improvised gag.

I wanted something similar to the belt from my robe that I'd used to tie up Kelly. For a moment I wished I'd used something else, then I realized what I needed. I walked to my closet and took out a necktie. I rarely wore them, but owned several, just in case. I folded it in half, so the ends were next to each other, and walked over to the bed. Kelly still had her T-shirt on. I roughly pushed it up as far as it would go, then unfastened her bra, exposing her tits. I swung the tie with as much force as I could manage, bringing it down across Kelly's tits. It actually gave off a nice snap as it hit her flesh. Kelly mewled into her panties, her eyes becoming even more crazed. The necktie was a good choice. It was stiff enough to cause some real pain, without actually hurting Kelly. If she decided she wanted something more, well, I could always take off my belt.

Snap! Across Kelly's tits again. Slight red marks showed now. Snap! Once more on her tits. With each stroke, Kelly strained against the bonds around her wrists, bit down on the panties in her mouth, and moaned like an animal.

Whack! This time on her belly, just above the navel. And again, same place, now seeing marks on the skin there too. Whack! One more time before... Smack! Still on her belly, but lower this time, just above her pubic hair.

"Mmmmmm! Uuuuhhhh!" Kelly's head was rolling from side to side on the bed now, the whipping driving her into a frenzy.

Smack! This time between her legs, right across the slit of her pussy.

"Aaaahhhh!" Kelly's legs clamped tightly together around the improvised whip, and I could see the muscles in her belly tense.

"Open your legs, bitch! Unless you want me to stop." That was the last thing Kelly wanted. She spread her legs as widely as she could. Snap! Snap! Snap! Quick, hard strokes across her pussy with the necktie, again and again. Kelly began to thrash on the bed, jerking so hard with her arms I was afraid she'd pull the headboard down

"Uhnnn! Uhnnn! Uhnnn!" I could see the orgasm wash over Kelly's body, heard sounds coming from around her gag I don't think I've ever heard before. I kept whipping her pussy as she came, her body heaving, until I finally saw her slump back on the bed, spent. I stopped whipping her then and pulled out the gag. She was gasping for breath.

"What do you want now, bitch?"

"I... Michael... fuck me... fuck me... 'til I pass out."

Pulling my pants down around my knees, I climbed on top of Kelly, pulled her knees up to her shoulders, and drove my cock into her sopping pussy. I started pounding her as hard as I've ever fucked any woman. I scraped my fingernails along her sides, leaving red trails. I squeezed her tits, hard, and twisted them. I pinched her nipples tightly enough that she shrieked. Through it all, Kelly pounded right back at me, stroke for stroke, panting and moaning the entire time.

"Ohhh... Ohhh... Fuck... Yes, harder... Mmmmm... God, fuck me, fuck me."

It didn't really take very long for either one of us. My cock had been ready to explode since I'd dragged Kelly into the bedroom, and she was so sensitive after the whipping that she didn't need much. After just a few minutes, Kelly's body started to shake again.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee! Keep fucking me, I'm cummmming!" She thrashed below me, her lower body moving even more than usual because her arms were tied. The spasming of her pussy around my cock was all I needed to bring me off, as what felt like a gallon of cum surged out through my cock and into Kelly's cunt, filling her and spilling out onto the bed. Kelly hadn't passed out, but she wasn't far from it. As I untied her she curled into fetal position on the bed, soft mewling noises escaping her. She was still shaking. I stood above her, looking down.

"Michael, did you do my mother that way?"

"No bitch, only you. And I'm not done with you yet!" I rolled Kelly over on her back, so her head was hanging off the side of the bed, and moved my cock to her mouth. "I'm going to shove it down your throat, bitch!" I still couldn't believe this was happening. Something about Kelly brought out all the darkness that I usually managed to keep hidden even from myself. I seemed to have a similar effect on her.

"Whip me again!" She was moaning and practically begging me. I reached for the necktie again. "No!I need more than that. Use your belt!"

I was too far gone to even think about what she was saying. My pants were still down around my ankles. I reached down, grabbed my belt by the buckle, and jerked it off, then in one motion, flashed the tip toward Kelly's belly. Crack! It bit like a whip into Kelly's flesh, just below her navel, raising a small, red welt.

"Fuck, yes! Again!" Kelly moaned. I moved forward, inserting my cock into Kelly's gaping mouth, beginning to push it back toward her throat. I lashed out again. Crack! Lower on her belly this time, just above her pubic hair. Kelly's moans were now strangled by my cock, which continued to force open her mouth. I was losing all control as I felt my cock push into Kelly's throat. Crack! Crack! A stroke on each of Kelly's tits. Her body jerked up off the bed, trembling, but she couldn't move much, because my cock had her head pinned to the bed.

I had my cock buried all the way back in her throat, and could feel her gag reflex causing her throat to pulse around my dickhead. I began fucking her face, pulling back until her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock, then driving it back down her throat again. The sensation of her throat around my cock was incredible. Kelly's body was writhing on the bed. As I pumped in and out of her mouth, I was whipping her lightly with the belt; her belly, her tits, her inner thighs. Not really hard, just enough to leave slight red marks. My balls tightened suddenly, and knew I was going to shoot.

"I'm going to cum right down your throat, bitch!" I warned Kelly. I jerked and felt waves of semen spurt out of my cock straight down Kelly's throat. I could fell her gulping, trying to get it all down so she didn't choke on my cum. She was clawing at her own tits and pussy with her fingers, trembling. As my spasms subsided, I pulled my cock out of Kelly's mouth.

"Michael... whip... pussy... clit!" Again, no thought, just reaction to what she was saying. My hand flashed out with the belt. Crack! Her thigh where it met her groin. Crack! Across the lips of her pussy. Crack! The top of her slit, it must have gotten her clit.

"FUCK! FUCK! CUMMING! YES!" Kelly's convulsions were so strong they actually scared me; I was afraid she'd hurt herself. She screamed, she thrashed, finally she curled up into a ball, her body wracked by gasping breaths so deep it sounded like she was sobbing.

I moved over to her, began caressing her. "Are you all right, baby? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh my fucking god, Michael, that was totally the most incredible thing that ever happened to me! We have to do more of that!" Her eyes were wild, a look of absolute lust on her face. What had I done to this little girl? And to myself?

Grahm laughs, "Not that bad, c'mon Emily, you love sex, you love cock, and you love having sex with multipul partners...now tell me how you're going to make a good wife."

Emily pouts to herself, "Well obviously if he hasn't found out now, he won't find out later."

"Emily, you were THE GIRL, the one who my entire frat fucked on a daily basis. You love getting gangbanged and we ran a train on you almost every night...how are you going to keep your drive going while sitting at home all alone waiting for your hubby to get home from work and fuck you....hmmm?"

Emily smiles, "You see, that's exactly it. He works all day, and that's when I'll be fucking."

Grahm laughs, "Don't forget, dishes, laundry, cleaning...you name it."

"I'll hire a maid, and she'll just have to leave before he get's home."

"sure Emily, sure..."
 

Emily reaches down and grabs Grahms growing cock. She starts to rub it slowly to hardness, kissing her way down under the covers. Grahm lifts the covers back allowing her access to his manhood, and he watches with delight as she pulls his cock to her lips and swallows his shaft whole.

"Ahhhh fuck baby...only you." Grahm whispers in obvlivious enjoyment.

 Emily starts to work her tongue across the head of Grahms cock, then opens her throat to allow his cock to go the entire length deep inside her throat. Grahm lets out a low groan as he feels some unlucky guys future wife's head start bobbing up and down his entire length, picking up her pace as if she wanted to hurry and finish the job.

 Her vigor picked up a bit as Grahm licks his fingers and reaches around to her ass to start playing with her fuck holes. Emily whips back her sandy blonde hair as she continues her quickened bobbing motion up and down Grahms cock. Grahm splits his fingers and enters the top two into her ass, and the bottom two into her pussy, moving in slowly then picking up his pace, fucking both her holes with all four fingers. Suddenly Grahm feels his load beggining to churn within his balls, so he pulls Emily off his cock and filps her around onto her stomach, lying infront of her with her ass propped up into the air. She looks back awaiting his invasion of her fuck holes, but which one will he choose she ponders.

 Grahm looks at her shiny wet puckered ass and decides to push his 8 inch cock into the inviting fuck hole. Emily purrs as she feels Grahms throbbing cock enter her little asshole inch by inch until Grahm is balls deep inside Emilys ass. He pulls out to the tip, then moves back in, slowly picking up his pace till he's litterally ass pounding her into the bed, making the entire bed boucne up and down.

"Ooohhhh fuck my ass you dirty fucker! Ohhh Fuck!" Emily moans.

Grahm aggressively fucks her ass, grabbing her shoulders and thrusting hard and fast deep into her ass. Suddenly the door opens and Grahms roomate Tommy enters.

"I thought I heard some sex goin' on."

 Tommy unveils his growing member and crawls up towards Emilys mouth. He pushes his cock into Emilys warm mouth as she starts sucking it to life. Grahm smiles as he fucks her tiny ass, drilling her hole into the mattress. The three get up and Tommy lays down as Emily climbs onto him in reverse, aiming her well fucked asshold onto Tommy's 9 inch cock. She lowers herself down onto him and plants her feet on both sides of Tommy, leaning back and bracing her arms behind her. Tommy grabs tightly to her waiste and starts jackhammering up into Emily's ass. Emilys C cup tits start bouncing wildly as Tommy pounds her ass from underneath. Grahm stands up and inserts his cock into Emilys mouth. She struggles to keep her mouth on Grahms cock due to the intense ass fucking she's recieving from Tommy, so Grahm grabs ahold of her cute face and starts face fucking the shit out of her mouth.

Emily gags slighty but recovers and she is used to intense face fucking. Ater Grahm decides she's been face fucked enough, he pulls out and positions himself on top of her aching well fucked body. Tommy stops his pounding as Grahm drives his cock all the way into Emilys soaking wet pussy. She squeals as she feels her two fuck holes being completly filled with cock. The two wait for the oppertune moment, then start see-sawing their cocks into her pussy and ass. Emily grinds her lower section to assist in the double fucking as her two lovers pick up their pace and raise up the intensity. The two slam their cock meat into her pussy and ass for what seems like an eternity, switching into different DP positions, the two guys trading off from pussy to ass.

 Finally after the two guys have gotten their complete satisfaction they both pull out and spray thick loads of cum into Emilys open mouth. Tommy closes her cum covered mouth as Grahm pinches her nose. They smile as they hear Emily take two big gulps of their goo down her throat.

Tommy get's up and leaves, "Heading to work, later."

Emily lays down on her stomach, Grahm taking a long look at the well fucked ass he was just enjoying, noticing his cock was still hard he decided to push it back inside the warm wet ass canal. Emily moans as she feels her ass being filled back up, and then her phone rings.

"Hello.." Emily not even thinking of looking at the caller id.

"Hey baby, how's my darling Fiancee doing this wonderful morning?"

Emily covers her mouth as she opens her eyes wide to Grahm, "Hey, um Hi." She giggles not knowing what else to say. Grahm shakes his head knowing that the moron Fiancee was on her phone, so he decided to start working his cock into Emilys ass in short but powerful thrusts, trying to get her to yelp.

Emilys Fiancee rambles on about wedding details and guests that will be coming to the wedding. Emily bites her fingers as Grahm picks up the pace, ramming his rod into her ass. Emily tries to push Grahm off of her but he continues driving his cock hard and deep in her ass while she's on the phone with her Fiancee.

"Is..everything alright..I hear some odd noise."

Emily gives Grahm the evil look and he subsides his fucking for a moment, "Nothing honey, it's nothing. So let me get into the shower and I'll let you know when I can meet up with you."

Emily hangs up the phone and smacks Grahm on the chest. Grahm starts laughing and Emily pouts as she positions herself in a better position to get ass reamed.

As Grahm picks up his pace, he smiles as he know's that him and a bunch of frat brothers are going to go to the wedding and give Emily a big ceremonial gangbang in her wedding dress. Just the thought brought him to climax and he rushed his cock out of her ass and put it into her mouth, cumming just in time for Emily to milk his cock empty of his remaining cum juice.

Part II??? Reader comments welcome

 

With that I put the phone down and began to worry. If Gerry hadn’t had an accident, then what else could be wrong? Then I thought about Gerry’s ‘perks of the job’. You see Gerry works in a distribution warehouse, and the products they store vary widely. And if a large pallet of, for instance, washing-up liquid slipped from a forklift whilst being loaded, then the whole pallet would be written-off as damaged, and should then end-up in the waste bins. But obviously, only a few of the bottles would actually be damaged, so it was common practice for the warehouse lads to share out the undamaged boxes, as freebies. This was what Gerry called ‘the perks of the job’. Now I know this is not strictly legal, but we never considered it stealing. But as I rushed around tiding-up before his boss arrived, I racked my brain to think what else he could be coming to talk to me about. And why me? Why wouldn’t he just be hauling Gerry over the coals?

As I was busy putting things into one of my kitchen cupboards, it struck me just how petty these so called perks of Gerry’s were. The top of this cupboard I’d opened was stacked full of bottles of vinegar. I’d given away bottles to various relatives, all of my neighbourhood friends, and even though Gerry is only 24, and I’m only 25, we’d still got enough bottles to last for the rest of our natural lives. That was the trouble with all his freebies, they were of little value, and always came in large quantities. So I’m busy trying to work out what this man will want to talk about, when I hear the knocker on the front door.

“KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK. “
The sudden noise makes me jump, and then after a quick look in the mirror, I dash down the hall and open the door.
“Hello. I’m Graham. Mr Spencer. We spoke a few minutes ago on the phone.”
“Yes, yes. Err. What is it? What’s happened?”
“Well I was hoping we could talk inside.”
I backed away from the door, and as I did I ushered him into the hall with my open palmed hand.
“Oh I’m sorry. Come on in. We can sit in the lounge, it’s the first door.”
He walked past me into our hall, and then turned into the lounge; I followed and entered behind him.

He had made his way across to the sofa, but was stood in front of it as if ready to sit down.
“Yes sit there if you want.”
I sat opposite him in the chair nearest the TV. As we both sat down, we both were about to talk at the same time, but we both stopped. Then I said,
“No, you go first.”
“Well Mary. Oh, I hope it’s alright me using your first name.”
I had no idea how he knew my name, but I wasn’t about to get on the wrong side of him by objecting.
“No, of course not.”

“Ok then. As I was about to say, I’ve got a bit of a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
“Well just recently, I visited my sister; she lives just in the next street to you. Tudor Road.”
I nodded but didn’t make any comment.
“And she was talking with her neighbour, a Mrs Harris. Thelma; I think is her first name. Maybe you know her?”
Yes. But although I know her, and she’s one of my closest friends. Gerry and I often go to the pub with her and her husband Frank. But I didn’t want to admit too much to this man.
“I think I know who you mean.”

“Well she was telling my sister all about her friend whose husband gets all kind of knocked-off stuff from work. And being as the wastage; that’s what we call any goods at work that get damaged or stolen. Yes, being as the wastage levels for this last six months has risen by seventy percent; I was interested in what she was saying. So later when she’d gone, I asked my sister to surreptitiously find out who this Robin Hood character was.”
He paused, as if waiting for me to say something, but I kept silent.
“I thought maybe you’d have guessed his name, he lives in this street.”
Again He paused, waiting for me, but again I kept silent.
“I see the cats got your tongue.”

“Well this so called good Samaritan is called Gerry Kendal. So you see Mary, I thought maybe it would be a good idea to watch your Gerry a little closer. I’ve got CCTV cameras all around the warehouse, but most weren’t working and those that are; nobody ever looks at the hours of stuff they record. But last weekend I had all the cameras brought back into a working condition, and today I spent the day sitting watching your husband as he went about his job. Now what do you think I saw?”
“I I don’t know?”
“Do you like yoghurt?”
“Yoghurt?”
“Yes. Strawberry yoghurt.”
“Why?”
“Well I’ve got a premonition that when Gerry gets home you’ll be getting a box of 120 Strawberry yoghurts. So I hope you like them.”

It was obvious he had got Gerry, as they say, ‘bang to rights’ or ‘caught red handed’. So I thought maybe I could put in some kind of mitigating plea on his behalf.
“But please Mr Spencer. It would all have just been thrown in the waste bins. It can't do any harm us using them up. You know with all this talk of re-cycling and not wasting food, you could even say he’s doing his bit to save the planet.”
He took a small pen like object from his pocket,
“I assume you have a computer?”
“Yes it’s in the other room.”
“Do you think we could take a look at this video I’ve recorded?”

We went into the back room and I turned on the PC. I know it always feels like forever waiting for a PC to boot, but sitting here, with him holding what I now could see was a memory stick; one I assumed with incriminating evidence, it was like my life force was ebbing from my body. Then as the windows screen appeared, he said,
“Do you mind if I take over?”
I didn’t answer, I just moved to one side allowing him to sit in front of the PC.

He plugged in his memory stick and in seconds the video was showing a fork lift driving down an isle in between tall stacks of pallets. He kept moving the slider bar until we got to a place where the fork truck driver turned around, obviously checking in every direction to make sure he wasn’t being watched, and then he drove slowly backwards, getting ever closer to a steel girder that protruded from the floor and reached up to support the roof. As the edge of the pallet made contact with the stanchion, he slowly reversed until the pallet was dragged off the forks, and overbalanced. It slipped off as if in slow motion, and as it hit the floor, the boxes stacked on it slipped. Then the other side of the pallet dropped back to the floor, almost shaking the boxes back to their original position.

The driver then jumped down, and with a long steel bar from the back of his truck, he ripped open the banding holding the boxes, and pushed one of the boxes to the floor where it burst open. Then as he went back to the truck and began to fill in some paperwork, Graham said,
“I hardly think damaging a box of yogurts is going to help save the planet.”
The video was so clear my Gerry was instantly recognisable, and there was no way anyone looking at this video could call this accidental damage. But I didn’t reply, I just stood alongside him at a loss for words.
“Well my dear, nothing to say?”
“I I I’m sorry. I never realised. He just said it was a sin to see the stuff thrown away into the bins.”

“Well now you know how it’s damaged, what’s your opinion now?”
“I I’ll tell him as soon as he gets home.”
“Tell him what?”
“I don’t want him to bring anymore things home. And that it’s not right to damage stuff deliberately.”
“I think this is a little bit more serious than that. First its malicious damage; and I’m thinking if I check back on the recorded files from the other cameras over the last six months, I’ll find a lots more occurrences. Second it’s stealing, and not just the one box; I’ll bet over the last few months my car park cameras will have caught him loading his car plenty of times. Then there is fraud, filling in the insurance records as accidental damage. Fraud of that sort carries a prison sentence. And lastly, if that pallet had jammed onto the forks, he could have bent the girder; and that would have brought the whole roof down. Now that’s a health and safety issue, and these days, they’d lock him up and throw away the key for that.”

“Oh my god! But what can I do to help?”
“First, tell me, has your Gerry got a garden shed or workshop?”
“He’s got a shed, but he hasn’t got any of the stuff he’s brought home out there. For one thing it lets in water, and anyway it’s only just big enough for the barbeque, lawn mower and his tools.”
“I wasn’t thinking about where he’s stashed his ill gotton gains, I was wondering if that could be where he’d hang the free calendar I give to each of my staff at Christmas?”
“Do you mean the one with views of the Lake district?”
“Well that wasn’t the one I was referring to, but now you’ve mentioned it. What did you think of the pictures?”
“Ok, I guess. But I’m not much into mountains and lakes.”
“I was meaning more the camera work. Did it look professional?”
“I guess so, why?”

“I took those photos myself, it’s my hobby. But I was actually wondering if you’d seen the other calendar?”
As I realised which calendar he was talking about, I felt my cheeks get hot as I blushed bright red. Not that I had any reason to feel embarrassed, I wasn’t one of the scantily clad models displayed in the calendar he was referring to. But before I replied to his question, he said,
“I guess by your response, you’ve at least seen it?”
“Yes.”
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“Well from what I can remember, the girls’ weren’t leaving much to the imagination.”
“Do you know where your husband has put his?”
“Yes, it’s hanging on the back of the door in his hobby room upstairs.”
“So I can take it from your reaction that you didn’t think much of my camera work? I thought I’d struck the right balance; keeping it sexy, but not being too crude.”
So from this I gathered this was another example of his handiwork, and not wanting to get on his wrong side, I didn’t want to criticize what he actually seemed quite proud off.
“I didn’t mean it was crude, but looking at girls is even less appealing to me than mountains and lakes.”

“But I guess you're wondering what my obsession with photography has got to do with the predicament your Gerry has got himself into?”
In truth, I was beginning to think that he was maybe going to try to blackmail me into posing in skimpy underwear, like the models in his calendar, but not wanting to put unwanted ideas into his head, I just answered,
“Well yes, I was looking for some kind of connection between his foolishness, and your generosity in giving out free calendars.”

“Well it’s like this; I’ve got an idea for next year’s workshop calendar. That’s what I call the girlie version, cos it normally gets hung up in garages or workshops. I was thinking of a masquerade. You know, the girls faces concealed behind those masks on sticks like at the high class balls.”
I didn’t comment, but just nodded to show I understood what he was talking about.
“And then last week I saw your Gerry showing his holiday snaps to one of the lads, and the chap he was showing them to, passed them to me. Not that I was too interested in most of them. But there were about three of four with you in a bikini. And I have to say they got me to thinking.”
Again I said nothing, but by now his intentions were getting pretty obvious.

There was a silence for a few seconds, and then he asked,
“Well, what do you think?”
But still trying to play the innocent I answered,
“About what?”
“Well I thought you’d be a bit brighter than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ok, it’s your loss. If you think I’m going to make a proposal you can take to the police, then you must take me for a fool. I’ve given you a lifeline, and if you’re too dumb to take hold, then you’ll just have to suffer the consequences. I’ll wish you goodbye.”

With that he got to his feet, and I realised if I let him leave with things as they stand, my Gerry could soon be in real trouble.
“Please Mr Spencer, don’t go. I I didn’t mean to annoy you.”
He didn’t re-seat himself, but just stood there and said,
“Well?”
“I I I’m not sure what you are asking?”
“Young lady. Can't you understand? I’m not asking anything. It’s your husband who is in trouble. And I’ve told you about my hobby, and about a calendar I’m about to start shooting for next year. Maybe I didn’t make myself clear, but when I said seeing your photos gave me an idea, what I meant, was you have a body every bit as good as any of the models I’m about to hire. Now if you felt like making me some kind of offer, then I think you’ll find I’m not an unreasonable man. Even though your husband has been swindling me.”

“Are you saying if I was to agree to model for you, you wouldn’t report my Gerry to the police?”
“I haven’t asked you to model for me, so it’s not a case of you agreeing to anything. If I did ask, that would be bribery. But if you want to offer to model, then that’s your prerogative. And as I’ve said, I’m a reasonable man, and the last thing I’d want to see is a generous young lady being dragged down by a foolish mistake made by her husband.”

I thought for a minute or so, but I could see he was getting restless, and I sensed he was about to speak. Fearing he was again going to threaten to leave, I said,
“I’ll model for you on condition its just swimwear. I won't do topless or underwear.”
“Right my dear, what are you saying, you’d like me to consider you for a modelling job in my next calendar?”
“I I guess so. But like I said; nothing as revealing as that other calendar.”
“I don’t know what you take me for. But I can assure you, all the girls who model for me are free to accept or reject any of the costumes I select. Or for that matter, if they don’t feel comfortable with any pose I ask for, then it’s always the model who has the final say.”

“I I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply there was anything dirty going on. But I just don’t want you to think I’m agreeing to pose nude or anything.”
“Let’s forget this topic, if you want to pose for me, then there will be nobody forcing you to do anything you’re not happy with. Now to the details, have you anything planned for tomorrow?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I need a yes or no. If I’m going to arrange a makeover team, then it can't be just a ‘don’t think so’.”
“Well no, I have nothing planned at the moment.”
“Well you do now. There’ll be a car here at nine in the morning, and you’ll be at my place by nine-thirty. The makeup team should have you sorted by eleven-thirty, and by twelve we can start shooting. That’ll give me a good three hours. And you can be back here by four, ready to make hubbies tea. So is that settled?”

“I guess so. But what am I going to tell Gerry?”
“Nothing. Just let him go off to work as normal, and he’ll never know a thing about it.”
“But what about him? What if he does the same thing again, and damages any more stuff?”
“I don’t think he will; I’ve told the warehouse supervisor to give all the lads a talking to, and let them know all the cameras are now back in action. I can't think he’ll be silly enough to do it again.”
So with that he went on his way, and I began to wonder just what kind of situation I’d got myself into.

Gerry arrived home from work as normal, and as Graham had predicted, he had a box of Strawberry yoghurts. I was bursting to say something to him about this stupid habit, but knew it would only make the whole thing more complicated, and wouldn’t really solve anything. So the night passed without incident, and the next day after Gerry had gone off to work, I began to get myself ready for the car that was to collect me. If I tell you I was on edge and having second thoughts, then I’m sure you won't be surprised.

But at the stroke of nine a car arrived, and in I got. In less than thirty minutes I was being shown into a magnificent studio in the back of a very large country house. This was the kind of house you’d expect a Lord of the Manor to own, built inside a walled estate, with its own big iron gates at the end of the long drive. But once inside the studio, I was shown into a room which was obviously designed for the purpose; equipped with everything the team of three beauticians required. For the next two hours all three of them worked on every inch of my body, and when I emerged at around eleven-thirty, even I had difficulty believing the stunning girl in the mirror was actually me.

It was then that Graham appeared, and he escorted me into a changing room, where there were at least five racks of clothes. Ranging from full ball gowns, to jeans. With every other kind of garment with the exception of outdoor gear such as coats etc. I at this point only had on a dressing gown, and was completely naked underneath. He showed me along the racks explaining all of these clothes had been selected especially for me, and they should all be my size. Where there was a dress, along with it I would find the appropriate underwear that I was expected to wear. I would be expected to start at the first rack, and work my way along from one outfit to the next. But as we moved on to the final rack, the clothes had progressed onto first swimwear, and then from about half way along the rack I could see there were panties and bras, but no dresses, or skirts and blouses to go with them.

I stopped and said,
“You won't be expecting me to model these without wearing a dress on?”
“Not if you don’t want to. But let’s just start with the others, and if you still feel uneasy about modelling in underwear, then nobodies going to force you.”
“Ok. But I don’t understand, I thought you only wanted me to model swimwear, and that my face would be covered. I can't model any of this stuff if you’re going to put it in a calendar, I can't have my face recognised.”
“Today is nothing to do with the calendar, this is just to get you used to being in the bright lights, and letting you get acclimatised to the whole situation. When I shoot the calendar shots, I want you to feel totally at ease.”
“What so I’ve got to come back again?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“I guess not.”
“Ok, I’ll be out on the set; I’ll send one of the girls in to help you dress. Then when you’re ready, just come on out.”

The day went by with me in some kind of daze, and far from being sordid or sleazy, I felt like I was some kind of super-model. I was pampered and preened in between every change of clothes. And no matter how revealingly cut the outfit, I felt completely at my ease showing off my assets in any pose requested. And by the time the outfits progressed onto the swimwear, I was already so at ease with showing my underwear via splits in skirts and plunges in blouses, that the first of the one piece costumes actually felt quite unexciting. Gradually as we moved to the bikinis and thongs, I got a little more self-conscious, but I still posed in whatever was the requested position. Surprisingly, when all the swimwear was done, and all that was left were bra and panty combinations, the point I’d been dreading, I found the first of these to be so stunning, and relatively speaking modest, that I actually re-appeared on set with a feeling of elation and excitement.

It is difficult for me to now explain, but the whole experience of a professional set with bright lights, dresser to assist and preen, and a photographer with such a reassuring manner; they all worked together to melt my apprehension, and replace it with an inner glow of confidence. So strong was this self-belief, as the underwear got scantier, and even when I was expected to model the last few outfits which were just skimpy thongs, meaning I would be topless; I still walked out on set. Even if I did need a small silk shawl around my shoulder the first time I walked out with naked breasts. But once on set and the shooting re-started, I again just proudly displayed my body. And continued to do so with all the remaining thongs.

I left his house feeling so proud of myself, not only for overcoming my shyness to protect my husband, but I also a felt I’d displayed, if only to Graham, that I had a body as good as his professional models. Again that evening, as Gerry came home I wanted to tell him all about my day, but knowing my Gerry, this was obviously not something he’d understand, even if I had been drawn into it by his stupidity. One thing was noticeable though, was Gerry didn’t bring any freebies home, but I never ventured to ask, and he didn’t mention anything about the talk Graham had said his foreman had been going to deliver.

The next morning, I wasn’t expecting to go back to Graham’s studio, but he had said if he got time he might try to call round to show me some of the results of the days shooting, but no time was mentioned. I went shopping around nine, and when I arrived home around ten-thirty, Graham’s car was parked in the street out side our house. As I got closer, I could see it wasn't just Graham inside, but it looked like he had another man with him. As I approached my front gate, they began to get out of the car, and the man from the passenger seat, who was a total stranger to me; took the bags of shopping from my hands, and followed me towards my front door.

Once I’d opened the door, I just ushered them both inside, and after the stranger had put my bags down in the kitchen, we all made our way into the front living room, and sat down. The stranger sat in the arm chair by the fireplace, and Graham sat on the sofa. As he did so, he patted the empty space on the sofa to one side of him, saying,
“Come on, room for a little one.”
I turned and backed myself down, and as soon as I was seated, he moved up close alongside me, making contact leg against leg. Graham opened a folder on his knee and began to produce photos, placing them on my lap.

I know this sounds so boastful, but I’m telling you my honest feelings. And as I saw these pictures, my heart began to swell with pride. It was only the fact I know I was there, that made it believable that I was the model. I looked stunning. Yes I know the clothes give the first impression, but the way they made-up my hair and every other part of my body, I just looked so elegant. Gradually the photo’s moved on to the clothes with revealing splits or ones cut to deliberately show off my underwear. Even with these total strangers looking at photos showing so much of my body, I still felt a sense of pride. Then as they began to look at the underwear shots, and the almost naked thongs, I did feel my face beginning to burn.

But as the remarks they were making were all complimentary, I soon began to feel that even these were worthy of maybe a little pride. When Graham had shown the last of his selection, he asked,
“Well. It wasn’t so bad was it?”
I didn’t need to think of my reply, I instantly answered,
“It was like a dream. I’d never have believed I could do it. And your make-up girls made me look so good; I could hardly believe it was me.”
“So no regrets?”
“Oh no. But you have to promise me nobody will ever see any of those photos, especially the ones in the underwear.”
“Nobody? But we’ve both seen them.”
“Well yes. But I mean they won't be on a calendar, or in any kind of book. If my Gerry ever knew I’d done anything like that, he’d kill me.”

“I guess you could say that is one of the reasons I’ve brought Peter around with me.”
“What is?”
“Well the calendar idea, I’m not too sure about that now. But seeing how you look in the underwear, it brought another idea to mind. I have a couple of friends who own a lingerie company, and Peter here is their marketing man. They sell most of their lines through home parties. I’m sure you know the kind of thing?”
I nodded.
“They are normally run by women for women. But we were thinking that being as Christmas is on its way. There is a vast market out there for men who want to buy sexy lingerie for their lady friends’, but time or shyness prevents them from going into normal shops. They aren’t invited to parties run by women. But if we were to host parties for selected business men, and display the wear on a delectable model, I’m sure we’d make a killing.”

They were both looking intently at me, but the thought of what he was proposing didn’t appeal at all.
“What do you think, we could say maybe ten parties would be pay back for all the thieving your husband has done?”
“I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I couldn’t model that kind of revealing stuff in front of a group of strange men.”
“But you modelled for me yesterday.”
“That was different.”

“Well that does disappoint me.”
“I’ll do your calendar.”
“I told you, I’ve gone off that idea.”
“I’ll do it wearing just that little micro thong from yesterday, without wearing a top. So long as my face is covered, that is.”
“No. The calendar idea is dead now. What about if you let both of us fuck you right now?”
My head almost exploded! I instantly went red with embarrassment, and a fear ripped into my tummy as I realised just how unsafe I was sitting here with two men I hardly knew. I began to try to get to my feet, I felt sick with fear.

He reached his hand onto my shoulder and as he eased me back to the sofa,
“Hey, what’s wrong? I was only joking you. Come on, we wouldn’t force you to do anything like that.”
I looked at him, still trembling with fear,
“Please don’t say things like that. I I thought you meant it.”
“Don’t be silly. I didn’t do anything yesterday. Did I?”
“No.”
“Tell you what, you enjoyed posing for me. Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled from it the skimpy thong I'd just referred to, the one I'd modelled yesterday. He took hold of my hand and placed the thong into it, folding my fingers closed. The thong was so minute, even in my tiny hand the thong was almost invisible. I shook visibly as I heard him tell me,
“You go out there and slip this on, and then come back and let Peter see what you look like.”
“Please don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“I I can't. You know I can't.”
“I think you can. You wouldn’t want your Gerry to see any of these pictures. Now would you? Come on, I saw you in it yesterday; so letting Peter see you in it should be no big deal. After all, you’ve just offered to model this for a calendar that would be ogled by thousands of men.”

“If I do this, does this payoff Gerry’s debt?”
“You are joking.”
“So what’s in it for me?”
“I just told you. I won't show Gerry these pictures, or anybody else for that matter. Come to think of it; I bet your mom and dad, or their neighbours might be interested in seeing them.”
The knot of fear again gripped my tummy, as the thought of my parents, or worse still their neighbours seeing me in those poses.
“Please, I beg you.”
“Well I’m not asking much. Peter here has driven a long way, on my say so, just to see you. And now you’re acting like a schoolgirl. Just be a good girl and go put that on. If you feel uneasy posing downstairs where people might be able to see into your windows, just give us a call when you’re ready, and we’ll come up to your bedroom. That way you won't need to draw the curtains; nobody can see into your room up there.”

It was obvious I had to comply with his wishes, so I got to my feet and made my way up to my bedroom where after locking the door I undressed, and put the skimpy little thong in place. I say in place, because you could hardly call it wearing it. It was just a narrow triangular strip of thin silky material about four centimetres at the widest part, tapering to nothing at the narrow end over a length of no more than five centimetres; held in place at the front of my crotch with a narrow ribbon. Yesterday, the dresser helped me, and I’d stood there open legged while she made sure it was strategically placed to cover the necessary area. But now using a mirror, I could see that no matter where I positioned it, it only served to cover the centre of my vagina, leaving the outer lips bulging from either side.

It was obvious yesterday when I saw the thing hanging on the rack, that I would be exposing myself. But, I'd just gone with the flow of the whole event. And even today, looking at the results of yesterdays shoot, as I mentioned earlier; their complimentary remarks made me feel proud, if somewhat nervous about my revelation. But now; knowing once I call them up, there wouldn’t be any camera or impersonal posing. It would be me posing for two men to look and mentally devour every centimetre of my flesh. But as the alternative was for my Gerry to see the pictures from yesterday, I knew I had no choice.

I walked to my bedroom door, pulled back the little bolt and as I opened it and went to step out onto my landing to call down the stairs to Graham and Peter, I almost jumped out of my skin. They were both standing there just outside my door. Before I’d even regained my composure, they were moving towards me, and I was backing into my room. By the time I was alongside my bed, Graham had reached behind me, and as I felt his hand touching my bottom I stopped. Then as I stopped, he brought his other hand up to cup my naked breast.

“Come on mate, you take the other one.”
I tried to make a protest,
“Please don’t do that.”
But they took absolutely no notice, and in seconds, Peter had taken up Graham’s invitation, and he was at my other side, with his hand cupping my other breast.
“Please no. I only agreed to model the costume. Please no touching.”
“Don’t be silly. Anybody would think you were a twelve year old behind the bike sheds. Just relax; we’re only having a bit of fun.”

I reluctantly just stood there, with them both fondling a breast apiece, when Peter said,
“Jesus Graham, I’m getting a stiffy.”
“You’re not the only one. And by the feel of this nipple, we’re not the only ones getting turned on. I bet her snatch is getting moist as well.”
“Please stop now; I’ve let you have a feel. If he wants to see the costume, let me just model it for him, and then I’ll get myself dressed again.”
“What say you Pete, do you want to check out the goods?”
“I’d rather she took care of this cock of mine.”

“You heard him. How about a quick blow job before you show-off your goodies?”
“No. I’m not doing anything like that. I didn’t even want to let you touch me, but I’ve gone that far, and I’m going no further.”
“You won’t fuck, and now you’re telling me you won’t even blow us. I don’t think you understand just how serious a mess your Gerry has got himself into.”
“I know all about that, but I’m not turning myself into a prostitute.”
“Ok. It's obvious you’re a nice girl who doesn’t go in for this kind of thing everyday, but a blow job is nothing.”
“I couldn’t. If I put my mouth on your thing, I could never kiss my Gerry again, it just wouldn’t be right.”

“Well one way or another, you’ll have to relieve both of our dicks, or your Gerry is going to be experiencing prison food.”
“Please don’t say that.”
All of this time they’d both been continuing their manipulation of my breasts, and Peter had also moved his other hand down behind me, and was stroking down over my bottom and gradually each stroke had been making its way deeper under my crotch. Just at that moment, his finger tip had reached the entrance to my pussy, and I squirmed my hips forwards in an attempt to prise him away. But Graham’s hand was stroking my pubic bulge from the front, and all I succeeded in doing was to remove Peter’s finger, and replace it with Graham’s.

“Come on, you can’t pretend you’re not getting excited by the thought of it. I can feel how wet your snatch is.”
“Please, let me get dressed now.”
“Ok. You heard her Pete.”
As Graham spoke he let go of me and stepped back one pace. Then as Peter looked and saw what he had done, he slowly and somewhat begrudgingly copied Graham.
“So is that your last word? You want me to take this video stuff to the police station?”
“No, you know I don’t.”
“Ok my last offer. Take our dicks out, get back on the bed, and you can wank us while we play with your snatch.”

I couldn’t see Gerry go to prison, and if rubbing their cocks was the price; then I decided I’d have to pay. But I knew if I allowed them free access to my pussy, I would be susceptible to my own desires, and the whole thing could end up with a major fucking session.
“I’ll wank both of you, and you can have me on my back on the bed, and fondle the top half of my body, but no touching down there.”
“No can do. I said that was my final offer. So unless you're going to play ball, I guess you’d better be prepared to loose your husband for a few years.”
Then Peter interrupted,
“Hang on Graham. She’s agreed to wank us, so let’s just give her a break.”
“Well if you’re happy with that. I just thought you wanted to get inside her snatch?”
“Obviously I still do. But after all, she's a married woman; and she has agreed to work off this errection.”

“Ok Mary, looks like Pete here has taken pity on you. So first of all you get our pants off, then we’ll have you on the bed.”
I looked across to Peter, and said, a quiet,
“Thank you.”
And then I began to loosen Graham’s belt. As I did, he removed his tie; both of them must have removed their jackets down stairs. As I started to lower his trousers, he was taking off his shirt, and so was Peter. So once I'd removed Graham's trousers, he stood there naked, apart from his socks. Then I turned and began to undo and lower Peter’s trousers to the floor.

Now we were all as good as naked. That is they were both still wearing socks. And me with only a slip of material about the size of an iPod that was called a thong. At this point I backed myself up to the bed and was about to lift myself back onto it. But Graham took hold of my shoulder and as he turned me around,
“No my dear, we want you up on your hands and knees.”
Although I’d agreed to lie on my back, it didn’t seen to make much difference which way up I was, so up I climbed, and they each climbed up one either side. As I was on my hands and knees, I couldn’t see how I was expected to be able to wank their dicks. I sat myself back onto my own legs, so I was now in a kneeling position.

A hand pressed into the middle of my back, as Graham’s said,
“No my dear, I want you back down there, I want to be able to see your snatch as it gets all excited.”
I didn’t resist his pressure, but now back with hands supporting my weight, I asked,
“How am I supposed to wank you?”
“Patience my dear. We’ll let you get to play with our cocks soon enough.”

With that they each resumed their breast fondling, and the arousal they had started while playing with me whilst we were standing by the bed, was instantly re-kindled. Graham moved himself around towards my head, reaching under me to hold and fondle one breast, but he was also knelt down low, and he brought his face up to mine, and started to kiss my cheek. He slowly moved around placing kisses from one ear across to the other, and covering all parts of my face in between. I resisted the kisses as he approached my lips, but as he was also using his open palm to caress and stroke my hair and neck, after a few minutes of this tender handling I could taste his tongue as my mouth began to accept his eager lips. Once my resistance had been thwarted, my pent-up passion just exploded, and our tongues danced in each others juices.

I’m not exactly sure at what point I became aware of Peter’s hands stroking the inside of my legs. But as Graham fuelled my arousal with his tongue, the effects became obvious as my hips began a spontaneous humping motion. I was aware of my action, but appeared either unwilling or unable to stop myself. I know that this was the point at which my movements trapped the intruding hand as it tried to gain access to my crotch area. And I guess it was my state of arousal, which gave Peter the confidence to take his part of my stimulation to the next level.

I hadn’t noticed his hand was no longer working my breast, but I did feel the pressure as he used both of his hands, gripping my legs tightly just below the knees, as he spread my legs open wide. Whilst his hands still restrained my legs I felt what was instantly recognisable as his tongue as he lapped the exposed lips of my pussy, first one side then the other. My first deliberate action was to try to pull my mouth from Graham’s. But he was far too strong, and my attempt was futile. But worse was my involuntary reaction to his licking. I felt my tummy clench, and as it drew in, it pushed my whole genital area, bulging it into Peter’s face.

This he took as an endorsement of his method, and he released my legs, giving him a free hand to pull the meagre thong clear. Then he began to devour my clit; sucking, rolling it around, and even a light nipping and tugging. Once he’d homed in on the approach that gave the best response, he relentlessly worked back and forth between rolling my bulging button, and then curling his own tongue which he then pushed as deep up inside me as he could. Then it would withdraw, unfurling as it slowly slipped out; to return to my eager clitoris. This onslaught of stimulation took me to heights of arousal the like of which I’d never experienced.

And then as Peter’s tongue slipped from my hole but didn’t arrive at my waiting clit, I felt his hands taking hold of my waist. It was at this point as I waited for the inevitable; that I realised somewhere in this journey of discovery, Graham’s cock had replaced his tongue, and he was now gripping both of my breasts as he thrust his cock hard at my throat. Then I felt it. Peter’s cock! As it touched my hole, my tummy again clenched, and this drove my hips back. My hole opened as his cock plunged in to the depth of my reflex thrust, but just this first few inches stretched my hole open wider than it had ever known. I tried to let out a cry, but the cock in my mouth just pushed deeper and began to enter my wind-pipe.

Then his hands released my hips and I felt him take hold of a handful of my hair. He just tugged gently, and at the same time gave a steady push. I could feel it slowly swelling my tummy as it entered uncharted territory, making its own path as it drove deeper and deeper inside me; not unlike the relentless advance of a gang of bodyguards, as they escort a celebrity through a dense crowd of photographers. Eventually I could feel his groin as it made contact with my bottom, and at that point I knew I taken his full length. From then on the whole event just took on a new dimension, I knew both of them were pumping, one at each end of my body, but that very same body of mine was experiencing sensations at such a level and frequency, I just lost all conscious control.

I had several of what up until this point in my life I’d called orgasms, but all the time there was something else I couldn't explain building inside my tummy. Something I’d never before experienced. They both fucked for what seemed an hour, but I guess in reality couldn’t have been more than quarter of that time. And then Peter pulled hard on my hair, almost lifting my head off Graham’s cock, and at the same time, his strokes which up until now had been long steady thrusting, became erratic. Then as he thrust what I could feel was his first load of cum, he ripped my hair backwards violently.
“Oh fucking yes!”
Again he thrust, and again he tugged at my hair.
“Fucking hell yes!”

His first violent tug had pulled me off Graham’s cock, and now in front of me, he was wanking his cum shots directly into my face and hair. But did any of this worry me? No fucking way! For as my pussy had sensed Peter’s first load of cum, it had exploded with a kind of convulsion. It was alternately dilating and contracting. With each dilation it was spraying out love juices. From what I can remember Peter gave a good ten or more plunges depositing his cum, before he slipped from my pussy. But as they both finished there relief and lowered me back to the bed on my side; I carried on writhing and pumping cum (mine and some of Peter’s) for at least a minute after they’d both finished. (You might be wondering; if I was so far out of my head, how on earth could I know or remember so much about who did what, and where and when. Well, I’ve written my feelings and the parts I could remember; but how I came to know the rest, you will find out soon.)

When I returned to normality, I could hear the shower running, and I was lying in the most disgusting mess on my bed. Neither of them were in my room, but then I heard their voices coming from the bathroom, where I supposed they must both be taking a shower. I got to my feet dragging the sheet from the bed with me. But the sheet I’d been lying on was so disgusting, I bundled it into a heap and dropped it on the floor. Then using the sheet from the mattress, I wrapped it around myself and made my way to the door where I again slipped the bolt into place, locking them out. I returned to the bed and began to wipe myself down as best I could using the sheet.

After about five or ten minutes, I heard the shower stop, and a few minutes later I heard their voices out on the landing, as they made their way to my door. The handle on the door rattled as they attempted to open the door.
“Mary. Are you alright? Have you locked the door?”
“Yes. I’m not coming out until you've gone.”
“But our clothes are in there.”
I hadn’t thought about that.
“Well go down the stairs, and call back up. When I know you’re out of reach of the door I’ll throw them down to you.”
“You’re being silly. Come on open the door.”
“No. I don’t trust you.”
“Don’t be silly. We’ve had what we wanted; all we want now is our clothes.”
“Well go to the bottom of the stairs, and then I’ll throw them to you.”

I then heard Graham say to Peter,
“Come on mate, it sounds like she’s gone all shy again.”
Then he said in a louder voice,
“We’re going down now.”
A few seconds later the voice sounded like it was coming from downstairs,
“Ok. We’re in the hall. You can throw them down.”

I slowly slid the bolt back, and opened the door, a quick peek told me they weren’t on the landing, so I dashed to the banister rail and threw their clothes down the stairs, and then returned to my room locking the door. I waited until I could hear their voices coming from the room below me, and then I made my way to the bathroom and had a soothing shower. But the warm water didn’t just clean and refresh me, as the warmth engulfed my naked body; from deep inside my tummy I felt a glow. This was unlike anything I’d ever known, and as I stood there my body began to tremble. The feeling built, until I had another orgasm. This was not as overwhelming as the gusher I’d just experienced, but it was far and away stronger than any other so called orgasm I’d had previously, and it did result in me sinking to my knees in the shower.

I’d intended to shower without wetting my hair, but as it was, I now looked like a bedraggled rat as I limply stepped from the shower. After a quick attempt at removing the bulk of the water from my hair, I wrapped my head with a towel. Slipped on a towel robe and after a quick dry down I slowly made my way downstairs. When I got to the living room door I called in,
“I’m coming in, but if either of you attempt to get anywhere near me I’ll scream the house down.”
“Stop acting like a drama queen. Just get your pretty little snatch in here, and take a look at this.”
As I walked gingerly into the room they were both on the sofa looking at a porn video on the TV.

“I don’t think you two will be so cocky if I phone the police?”
Graham froze the screen and looked at me,
“Police? Why on earth would you do that?”
“Rape! Don’t think you can do something like that and get away with it. What my Gerry has done doesn’t even come close to your crime.”
He gave a stifled laugh,
“Ha Ha.”
“What ever makes you think we’d want to rape you?”
“Think! I don’t need to think. You pair of bastards have just done it.”
“Oh you mean your little fucking session up stairs. But that wasn’t rape. That was what we were watching when you came in. I videoed it, it makes good viewing. In fact,”
And at this point he snatched out and grabbed a handful of the towel robe I was wearing, and as he pulled, the loosely tied belt slipped off, allowing the rope to pull wide open.
“It’s given me an appetite for a piece of that snatch on my dick.”

I leapt sideways to get out of his reach, and only succeeded in ripping the robe exposing myself completely.
“You bastard! Get off me!”
Peter then spoke, in a somewhat calmer voice than Graham’s,
“Come on Graham. Enough is enough. Let her cover herself up.”
Graham loosed his hold, and I attempted to wrap the torn towelling as best I could to cover myself. Peter got to his feet and began to walk towards me. I backed away, and I guess the look on my face told him I wasn’t happy being backed into the corner of the room. He held his hands up open palmed,
“Calm down. I’m not going to touch you. Tell you what, how about you sit there and I’ll go and make us all a nice cup of tea.”

By now I was almost in tears, and I half spoke and half sobbed,
“Tea! You don’t think making me a cup of tea will get you out of this. You’re the one who’ll go down for rape!”
“I can tell you’re fraught, but maybe when you have time to relax you might see things differently. I’ll make that cup of tea anyway. Do you want one Graham?”
“I guess so if you’re doing the honours.”

He left the room, and Graham said,
“I’ll start this from the beginning; Peter has already seen the start, so he won't be missing anything.”
“No need to on my account. I don’t want to watch your dirty movies.”
“I think you should. If you have some silly idea about being raped, I think maybe you should see the real evidence. This is video footage as it happened.”

The video began at the point where I’d just resigned myself to the prospect of having to wank both of them. All the conversation and my protesting up to that point hadn’t been recorded. So the first thing I see is Graham and Peter stood with their backs to the camera and me in front of them. To be more accurate, it could have been any two men stood there; but I knew it was them. I could then be seen to be doing something to Graham, and as his pants began to drop, it was obvious; I’d been loosening his belt, and was then removing his trousers and pants. At the same time both of them could be seen removing their shirts and ties. In short, it was a recording of the episode I’ve just related, taken from some point behind where they had been standing; my dressing table would be my guess. (So now you know how I managed to fill in; who did what, and where and when; while I was so far out of my head.)

As I sat there watching, without diverting his gaze from the screen, Graham said,
“The camera work isn’t what you’d call professional, but being as I only had seconds to plonk it down on your dresser, I guess I couldn’t expect much better. But even without the close-ups, and the fact we’re not always fully in frame, the audio seems to have captured every sigh and whisper. And so far, I haven’t heard you say no, or cry out for help.”
Then he turned his head and asked sarcastically,
“Are you sure it was in this session that you got raped?”

Before I could answer, Peter arrived with a tray with our cups of tea. He passed one to me,
“Do you take sugar? Or are you sweet enough already?”
I guess the five or so minutes he’d been out of the room had given me time to reflect, and the hostility I had been feeling had subsided slightly. Instead of giving him a curt reply, I managed a slight smile as I replied,
“No thank you.”
He then gave Graham a cup, and sat himself back down next to him.
Graham again tried to goad me,
“I was just asking her if this was the fucking session where she thinks she got raped.”

I could see this kind of remark didn’t sit easy with Peter, and he gave Graham a black look as he said,
“Ok Graham, I’m sure she isn’t going to pursue that route. There’s no point in rubbing it in.”
I was sipping on my tea, and by now on the screen, we’d arrived at the point where Graham pulled his tongue from my mouth, and manoeuvred himself into position in front of me. As he brought his cock up to my mouth, I could hardly believe my eyes. I could be seen lifting my head, and opening my mouth, not just allowing him access, but you could almost say, encouraging him.

It was obvious to me, and would be to anyone who watched this video, that there was no way I could claim he abused me forcefully. I sat there completely numb, as Peter could be seen to lift his head from my crotch, and he positioned himself to give me a doggy fucking. Yes his hands were on my waist, but I didn’t fight or attempt to struggle. And yes Graham was pulling at my breasts, but again, this wasn’t, or didn’t look like an attempt to restrain me. So as Peter was seen to push himself up towards my bottom, and he grabbed a handful of my hair, it looked like I was a willing participant.

When it got to the end, and I saw myself writhing around long after both of them had dismounted, I turned bright red, and unknowingly lifted my hands to cover my face. I sat their mentally squirming in my seat so ashamed of my disgusting performance. But as soon as Graham turned the video off, Peter said,
“Well my dear, I can honestly say, I’ve never had a girl fuck as good as that before. You have a real talent.”
I didn’t reply, and indeed, I think I actually blushed even redder. But Graham again brought up my accusation of rape,
“Come-on then Mary. Are you still considering reporting us to the police?”
I didn’t speak, but with my head hung low, I just shook it from side to side.

It was as I sat there sulking, knowing I had no bargaining point to free myself from this state of affairs I’d been drawn into, that I suddenly realised something. I lifted my head, and said to Graham,
“So I won't have to do any of those underwear parties now.”
He gave me a curious look, and then turned to look at Peter. As if to ask if Peter knew what I was talking about. Peter just shrugged his shoulders, and Graham turned back to look at me and asked,
“And what makes you think you’ve got out of paying me back for your stupid husband?”
“You gave me the option earlier, if I didn’t want to do the parties, I could...”
I paused, and then as I felt I was now in a position to be bold, I continued,
“You said if I didn’t want to do the parties, I could fuck you both. Well if that wasn’t rape, then I’ve done what you asked. So now Gerry’s debt is paid in full.”

Peter looked at Graham and said,
“She has a point.”
Graham didn’t look pleased at Peter siding with me, but after a few seconds silence he came back with,
“Ok little miss clever clogs. But when I watched that video, I only saw one of us fucking you. If you want to take up that offer, then I want to see you on your hands and knees on the floor now, robe off, and ready to fuck. And then once I’ve spunked up inside your snatch; then I’ll call it debt paid.”

I knew he’d again got the better of me. I'll bet as you read this you're thinking, ‘you’ve already fucked one, what does one more matter’? But I’d never have let Peter go that far knowingly. And now ‘in cold blood’ so to speak, there was no way I could get down and let him take me. But a kind of determination, or if you will, pig headedness came over me.
“I don’t care what you say or do. I’m not modelling that stuff, and neither of you are going to get anywhere near me again.”
Graham looked more than a little annoyed, and he sprang to his feet and stomped across the room towards me. As he got within reaching distance he took hold of the ripped towelling robe, and started to pull it from me, ripping it further.

“SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!”
I let out the longest and loudest scream I could muster, and even though Graham tried to subdue it with his hand I kept up the noise. He stepped back and brought an open palmed hand across my face,
“SLAP!”
It stung like hell, but in less than a second, as I overcame the initial shock I resumed my scream. I saw his hand rise again, and mentally prepared myself for the pain. But it never came, Peter had now sprung to his feet, and he grappled with Graham restraining his hands.

“Enough of that. I agreed to the sex stuff because I thought she was gonna be easy. But I’m not gonna be a party to any rough stuff. At this point Graham grabbed the remote, ejected the video, and stomped off out of the room. As he went through the door he said,
“You haven’t heard the last of this.”
Peter took hold of my hands, and then as he gently stroked my face he said,
“I’m sorry about all that. And as for what happened upstairs, I meant what I said, you were the best. And if you do ever want a job modelling, just get in contact, and I’ll find you work instantly. And I don’t mean as a prostitute. Bye love, and take care.”

And then they were gone. I sat there for a good hour just crying, I’m not sure why. Was it because Graham might still cause trouble for Gerry? Or because I’d been raped? Or because in reality it hadn’t actually been rape, but I had actually let them fuck me? I don’t know myself, but when I eventually stopped crying, I realised it wouldn’t be long before Gerry would be home from work. I dashed upstairs and did whatever was necessary in our room to remove all signs of what had taken place, and I’d just walked into the kitchen to start on the evening meal when I heard a key in the front door.

It had to be Gerry, he was the only one besides me with a key, but it was a good half an hour before he was due home. Then I heard his voice,
“Hi honey, it’s me.”
As I walked from the kitchen I said,
“You’re early.”
And then I saw Graham walking down the hall directly behind Gerry.
“Err Mary, can you come and sit down a minute; I’ve got a bit of bad news.”
My mind was racing, Gerry’s reaction wasn’t what I might have expected if he’d seen the photos Graham had taken of me, or for that matter the video. So what was it? I didn’t have long to wait to find out, as I sat down in the chair, Gerry sat on the sofa with Graham; Graham sitting in the same position he’d been in just a few hours earlier.

“I’ve been caught out by the CCTV cameras at work.”
I knew I had to play innocent, so I asked,
“Caught, doing what?”
“Well it’s the stuff I bring home; they've got evidence of me deliberately damaging pallets so that I can scrap them off. And if they take the evidence to the police, I could go to prison.”
“So what happens now, have you been with the police?”
“No they haven’t reported it yet.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Look Mary, you know I love you. Don’t you?”
He looked so embarrassed saying this, especially in front of his boss.
“Yes. Of course I do.”

“I don’t really want to ask you this. But it’s the only way I can save my job, and not end up in prison.”
I obviously knew what Graham was playing at, but I couldn’t tell Gerry what had already taken place. And even if I did, it wouldn’t help. So I just answered as I thought he’d expect me to,
“Ask me what?”
He passed over a catalogue, the company name across the top said, ‘Erotic Nights’ 'Sexy lingerie to spice up the long winter nights'.
“If you’ll model this stuff for Mr Spencer’s friend who owns that company, then he says he’ll let me keep my job, and he won't go to the police.”
I opened the catalogue, and the kind of stuff in there was as you might expect. I asked Gerry,
“Have you seen this stuff?”
“Yes. I know it’s a bit skimpy. But you will be on a stage, and nobody will be able to get near enough to touch you.”
“A stage? What do you mean?”

“He’s explained it all to me. It’s all above board. You’ll have someone to help you dress, a female of course. And it will be in a private club, with only selected guest. They’ll be a hired security man, so you won't be in any danger.”
“So you’ve already discussed the details before you even asked me?”
“Well yes, I couldn’t ask you without knowing you'd be alright.”
“And you want me to appear on stage in front of a load of strange men, wearing this?”
I at this point held the catalogue open showing a thong similar in size to the one I’d modelled earlier for Graham and Peter.
“Please Mary. I know they don’t cover much, but if you don’t, then I’m in real trouble. I wouldn’t ask if I could see any other way out.”

What could I say? Here was my husband begging me to do the very thing I’d told Graham just a few hours earlier that I wouldn’t consider. I looked at Graham, and as I said,
“Ok, you’d better make the arrangements, and let me know which night you want me,”
I gave him my most angry scowl. It was Graham, who now spoke,
“I think you made a wise choice there Mrs Kendal. Oh that does sound so formal, especially as I expect I’ll be seeing so much more of you in the future. Do you mind if I use your first name?”
Gerry about burst himself to get his answer out before me,
“No of course not Mr Spencer. Her name is Mary.”

“Right Mary, have you prepared Gerry’s meal yet?”
I wondered what on earth he wanted to know that for, but I just replied,
“Well no. I was just about to start on it when you arrived.”
“That’s good. Now Gerry lad, it’s your call, but I know you and the lads were talking about the match tonight."

(Apparently there was some football match being shown on TV)

At this point Graham took out his wallet, and pulled out a £20 note, as he offered it to Gerry he continued,
“Here’s a twenty, order yourself a take-away, and some beer, and while you settle down to watch the game, I’ll take your little lady out for a meal.”

I spoke before Gerry had chance to accept,
“No it’s alright. I don’t feel like going out; thank you.”
“Oh that is a shame. I know Peter Harris is in town today, he’s been to checkout a new model,”
Then he looked at Gerry,
“He’s the advertising man for the undies firm. It would have been an ideal time to get this sorted. If we miss him, it could take weeks before we get him down here again. And you know what that means? Until we get something agreed, your head is still on the chopping block.”

Gerry looked at me,
“What’s wrong? Don’t you feel well?”
“I’ve got a bit of a headache.”
Then he came right up close and whispered in my ear.
“Please. You don’t know what I’m going through. I’ve got more than just a bit of a headache, I’m sick to the bottom of my guts. Please do this, just for me. I just need to know where I stand.”
Again I was trapped; Gerry needed my help, so how could I say no.
“Well ok I’ll meet this man, but can't he come here?”

“Not wanting to offend you or anything, but look around you. This guy heads up a big advertising firm, he’s used to doing his business in posh hotels. I can hardly invite him to your semi-detached two-up two-down. What I’ll do is go and make a few calls, and I’ll get back here for seven.”
I thought to myself, 'That's rich; he wasn't too posh to come here this afternoon and fuck me into a state of oblivion'. But I obviously didn't say anything. Then again he deliberately turned and looked at Gerry,
“Can you make sure she’s dressed up to the nines? I know she’s a stunner in any clothes, but I’ve hyped her up to be a real bombshell. You know the kind of thing, low top, high hemline, and lots of naked leg. Definitely no tights (panty hose).”
Then as Gerry grovellingly replied,
“Yes Mr Spencer, I know just the dress.”
Graham gave me a look as if to say,
‘That’s you sorted’.

With that Graham left and as soon as the door was closed behind him; Gerry took hold of me and gave me a hug.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to bring him home with me. And I hate myself for asking you to do this, but there is no other way of keeping me from prison.”
“Wouldn't it be worth going to a solicitor? Maybe it isn’t as bad as he says.”
“That would cost money. And anyway, we haven’t got time. And even if a solicitor said it wasn’t as bad as Mr Spencer is making out, I’d still be certain to loose my job, and then be black listed. So we’d be in real trouble with the mortgage. Please do this for me, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. But I'll do what ever you want.”
I resigned myself to what was now becoming my inevitable fate,
“Oh well, I suppose if I’ve got to go out to somewhere posh, I’d better go and try to make myself look respectable.”

He took hold again and gave me a kiss,
“That’s my girl.”
And then as he gave me a wicked grin,
“Not too respectable. You heard what Mr Spencer said. Lots of leg and tits on show. Wear that little black dress you got for my sister’s wedding.”
The dress he referred to was low cut at the top, high cut hem, thin silky material, held with two thin strings across the shoulders. It couldn’t be worn with a bra, and with the thin material, even normal panties showed through; so a thong was the best option. But not a thong as skimpy as the one I’ve already been talking about.

“Are you sure you want me to go out with two strangers, wearing that dress?”
“Yes. You heard him, I think the more you show the better he’ll like it.”
“And you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Last time I wore it you moaned at me for weeks. If I remember rightly, the phrase you used was, ‘You looked like a slut’. Is that what you want? The more I show, the better you’ll like it?”
“Well no not usually. But on this occasion, it’s what he wants.”

I stomped up to our bedroom, and I guess I was angry on two scores. One Graham had won. And second, Gerry seemed not to care how much of me his boss got to see. As I moved the dresses in my wardrobe looking for the dress Gerry had asked me to wear, right next to it was another dress, one I’d bought at the same time as the black one. Both of these dresses were sexy, and I’d bought them whilst in a kind of strop. It was over a remark his sister had made to one of her friends while we were out on her hen night. We were all in the ladies, they were both busy touching up their makeup in front of the mirrors; but what they didn’t know; was that I was in one of the cubicles behind them, and I overheard every word.
“Gerry’s wife. She’s a jumped up little cow. If she hadn’t got her hooks into our Gerry, she’d still be sucking cocks on that council house estate.”
She obviously didn’t know I’d overheard her, and I didn’t tell Gerry what I’d heard. So I just thought, ‘Right; I’ll show you’. I went shopping, and bought the two most risky outfits I could find. I didn’t show Gerry, and made sure I delayed being ready to go to her wedding until the last second. Even I'd backed out of the second choice dress, a little red number. But by the time I came down wearing the black dress, Gerry was waiting in the taxi. He about blew a fuse, but it was too late to tell me to go back and get changed. The dress had the desired effect; all male eyes were on me, and his sister Audrey was fuming.

But now seeing the red dress, I lifted it off the hanger and held it up against myself. That was it if he wanted me to show flesh, I’d show flesh. This dress, like the black one, was thin silky material, but the cut was supposed to represent a dress made of small scraps of odd shaped cloth. So both the bust line and hem were uneven. Resulting in the nipple on one breast being precariously close to exposure with every movement made. Whilst the hem had triangular pieces missing, so if viewed from certain angles you would be allowed a glimpse of my crotch from either front or back. There were also pieces in the bodice missing, revealing the lower part of one breast, and my belly button. In the back of my mind, apart from annoying Gerry, I hoped he’d again blow his top, and order me to put something more decent on.

Once I’d done my hair and makeup, I slipped the red dress on. I was just selecting some panties, when I had a thought. The infamous little thong! I’d hidden it, of all places, in my jewellery box; amongst my other cheap trash. Not one piece was worth over a tenner (£10); not that that’s got anything to do with my story. Back to the point, I placed the slip of material on my pussy, and tied the ribbons. Then I opened my legs and held a mirror down there. A few pulls to the back and over to the left a bit, and that was it. If Gerry wanted slutty, I’d give him slutty with a vengeance.

I walked out to the top of the stairs, and with one leg straight, I then turned the other so my foot and knee were pointing slightly outwards. And then I called down,
“Gerry.”
I waited about ten seconds, and was about to call again, when the hall light turned on. About two seconds later Gerry appeared at the foot of the stairs with a pint glass of beer in his hand. It was a little like a cartoon character. He looked up, and then his eyes almost popped out of his head. But even if he did retain his eyes, he didn’t retain the mouthful of beer he’d just taken; as he coughed and spluttered to get some words out, he sprayed the contents of his mouth.

He put down his glass, and began to scramble up the stairs. As his head got level with my knee height, he stopped, and stared. And he stared some more. He was totally mesmerised, and I’m sure he was there like a statue for at least a minute. In the end I broke his trance by putting my hand on his forehead and as I tilted his head back I asked,
“Well; is that showing enough flesh for your Mr Spencer?”

“My god Mary. You look amazing!”
“Where on earth did you get that dress?”
“And those knickers. My god they look like the ones in that catalogue.”
“Well, is this how you want me to be dressed when your Mr Spencer arrives?”
I was feeling quite smug, thinking the effect I’d had on him would be certain to result in him telling me to go back and put something less revealing on. But he just said,
“Fucking hell yes. He’ll be knocked out when he sees you like that.”

I wanted to go back to my room and at the very least put the black dress on, but when I attempted to suggest that,
“Are you sure this isn’t going too far, I’ve got plenty of time to put the black one on.”
All I got was him grabbing my wrist and as he began to pull me down the stairs,
“No way. That one is perfect. His Mr Harris will be gob smacked. I know I am.”
Even when he’d got me down stairs, he sat me back on the sofa, knelt on the floor in front of me and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders while he sat there ogling my crotch. In fact he was still knelt there when we heard the door knocker,
“KNOCK KNOCK.”

He jumped to his feet and almost ran to the door. He returned seconds later followed by Graham. I had already stood up, not wanting Graham and Peter to get the view of my crotch afforded by my sitting position. Why I bothered I don’t know, because even I knew that some time during the evening, both of them would be bound to get an eyeful. As Graham followed Gerry into the room Gerry said proudly,
“There you are Mr Spencer. Is that the kind of dress you wanted?”
“Well my dear. It looks like your husband knows how to pick your clothes for you.”
Gerry again was bursting with pride as he said,
“No Mr Spencer, it wasn’t me who chose it. She selected that all by herself.”
“And I’m glad to see no tights.”
“Never mind no tights. Come on Mary, lift your foot up onto the chair and spread your knees so Mr Spencer can see those knickers.”

As I say I’d got up from the sofa, but as I’d moved towards the door, I was stood alongside a dining room chair. And so that meant the seat base on the chair Gerry was asking me to lift my foot up to was a good eighteen inches high.
“No Gerry. I don’t think Mr Spencer would want to see me do such a rude thing as that.”
“Come come Mary. They can't be that bad. After all, we are going to talk about you modelling our naughty knickers. And while we’re about it, call me Graham, Mr Spencer sounds so formal.”

I stood there not wanting to lift my leg, but Gerry gave me a nasty look and then said,
“Come on Mary. You chose to wear them.”
I thought fuck him, I’ll show his fucking boss, what do I care. So I lifted my foot up and plonked it on the seat of the chair, and then spread my knee open. Gerry stooped down, and then reached across, not touching Graham, but signalling to him to stoop close and have a look.

“Well done Gerry lad. She’s got a cracking little snatch. I bet old Peter Harris’s mouth will be dripping when he claps eyes on that. By the way, you do realise he’ll probably want to see her try one or two of his samples on?”
He wasn’t asking me, he was talking directly to Gerry, who answered for me,
“Yes. But that's alright. Mary won't mind,”
Then looking up to my face,
“Will you?”
“No dear. If that’s what you want.”
“And the other thing is, this meeting with Peter, it won't be like the actual modelling. There won't be a dresser or bodyguard.”
“Well they’ll only be you and him there, so she won't need that kind of thing.”
“And while we’re on the ticklish stuff. I’ve got a single hotel room for the interview, but it hasn’t got on-suite, so she’ll have to undress in front of us, you won't mind that will you?”
“Of course not. I’m sure we can trust you.”
“Good lad. We’ll be off now, but I want to ask you just one more favour.”
“Ask away Mr Spencer.”
“Just try to reassure her that it’s ok with you for her to let go. Let her know she’s allowed to be sexy. You know the kind of thing, while she’s changing, it wouldn’t hurt for her to use that little snatch to clinch the deal. A bit of flashing and maybe accidentally bumping it into contact with Peter’s hand could work wonders.”

By now both of them had finished looking at my crotch, and were standing right next to me. So while he might have been talking to Gerry, it was as if he was trying to show me I didn't have any say in the matter. Then Gerry gave me his pitiful look.
“Please, just for me.”
“What you want me to flash it and then put it in his crony’s hand?”
“It’s only this once, just to get him to accept Mr Spencer’s proposal.”
I looked at Graham and said,
“Well it looks like you’ve got yourself a whore for the night.”
“Mary! There was no need for that. I’m sorry Mr Spencer; she didn’t mean anything by it.”
“No problem lad. If your little lady wants to play the whore, I’m sure we can show her what the job entails.”

The look on Gerry's face was classic. In some ways it was poetic justice, and just seeing that frightened expression was payback for his toadying to Graham. Then Graham said,
“Don’t look so worried lad. We’ll bring her back in one piece, I’m sure her snatch will be able to cope with anything Peter and I have got in our trousers.”
With that Graham’s arm went around my back and settled on my bottom (on the outside of my dress), he then whisked me out of the house and down to the waiting car. The car was in fact a big stretched limo, and as he opened the door to the back, Peter was already seated inside. As I ducked my head to step inside, Graham slipped one hand up under the back of my skirt, and his fingers slid into contact with the lips of my pussy. As if this wasn’t bad enough; before I had chance to attempt to pull myself off his hand by stepping quickly into the car; his other hand hooked over my shoulder, and he pulled, attempting to turn my head around. As he did so asking,
“Aren’t you going to give hubby a kiss before you go?”

Gerry had followed us down the path to the car and was stood just slightly behind and to one side of Graham. So as I turned my shoulder, Gerry lent forwards, and kissed me. It was obvious he must have been able to see where Graham had his other hand. Then as Graham loosed my shoulder, I stepped into the car and off his fingers. But as I looked back towards Gerry, Graham was shaking his hand (now wet with my pussy juices),
“Don’t worry lad. She’ll be in safe hands with us.”
And as he released Gerry’s hand, I saw Gerry looking at his palm, and he even touched it with the fingers from his other hand; as if to be sure the sticky substance was what he had suspected.

I’d sat myself on the seat across the back of the car, alongside Peter, and as soon as Graham climbed in, he sat at the other side of me. As he reached out and pulled the door shut, the car began to move. In the back of this limo it was very spacious, but although there were other seats that could have been used, we three sat across the back seat together. Graham looked straight past me and asked,
“What do you say now Pete.”
“I don’t know how you do it. I was convinced this afternoon that she wouldn’t come across.”
“Well she’s just told her hubby she’s gonna be our whore for the night. So I guess that means you’ll get another stab at that little snatch you’ve been raving about.”

I’d just sat there in between them saying nothing. Then Graham looked at me,
“No comments from the little lady?”
“Don’t keep teasing her. Come on Mary. Don’t let him get to you. Just look on this as a kind of adventure or fantasy. Most of you girls have fantasies where you get to do things that as a respectable married woman you wouldn’t do. Well now’s your shot. What ever we do, I promise it won't be forced on you. Like earlier. We didn’t force you, we maybe tricked you. Or even misled you. But you fucked, and at the time you loved it. It was only afterwards when you felt guilty that you got upset. Well your hubby knows you’re with us, and he knows what for. So just let yourself have fun. If you want a few drinks first to loosen you up, that’s ok. Or maybe you want to be wined-and-dined in a high class restaurant. The choice is yours. Come on now; let’s see just a little smile to show we’re not enemies.”

I looked at him, and he did look genuine. Also a lot of what he said made sense. So even if somewhat begrudgingly, I did manage a little smile. And then I said,
“I think I would like that little drink you mentioned.”
Graham lent towards a cabinet and brought out a big champagne bucket with a bottle already being chilled.
“Bubbly ok?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
Then Peter said,
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do, and I have no problem with how much you drink. But if you’re not used to that stuff, you’ll take my advice and just stick to one or two glasses. If you want something to take the edge off your nerves, which won't make you sick or numb your senses, then just slip one of these in your first drink.”

He was holding a little innocent looking yellow tablet.
“No thanks I don’t do drugs.”
“This won't get you high, and taking one tablet just this once won't get you hooked. But like I said, it will help you overcome your worries and shyness, without taking away any of the pleasures of the sex. If you try to do that with champers, then even if you don’t throw-up, the sex will be just a blur.”
I swallowed a mouthful from the glass Graham had just handed me, and after a mild coughing fit I replied,
“Maybe that’s the effect I’m trying to achieve.”
“Please Mary. Don’t be like that. This could all be something you could look back on as a wonderful memory.”
I took another swig, but this time without the cough afterwards,
“Wonderful? Getting raped by two strangers who my husband is in cahoots with.”

“Honestly Pete, I don’t know why you’re bothering to make it easy for her. Her old mans given us the ok to fuck her. And she knows if she kicks up a fuss, I can get him sent down. So if she wants to get drunk and miss the fun, that’ll just make it all the simpler for us to do what ever we want to her.”
“Christ Graham, sometimes I don’t know why I get involved with you. That kind of attitude makes me sick. I sometimes think you get more pleasure from the control thing than you do from the sex.”
“I guess I do. You can get a fuck any day of the week for a few pounds. But when I’ve got a nice girl like this one who doesn’t want to fuck, it makes it all the better knowing I can belittle her and make her my slave.”

Peter looked into my eyes, and said quietly to me,
“Don’t let him beat you. That’s all you’ll achieve by getting drunk. Stay sober, and then take this little tablet to help you relax. That way you’ll be in control, and I promise you won't get forced into anything.”
I didn’t reply, but I held my almost empty glass out towards him. Peter took the tablet from his pocket, and dropped it into my glass,
“Ok Graham; fill her glass.”
Then he again looked into my eyes,
“And make this your last.”
“Yes master.”
I said sarcastically. Then as Graham picked up on my meaning, he looked at Peter and said,
“Now who’s the control freak giving orders?”

Just at that moment the car stopped and the driver’s voice came through the speaker system.
“Island Hotel. Do you want me to pull up to the front foyer?”
“Graham lent across to a little grill on his side of the car, obviously the microphone,
“Right up to the front doors.”
Then as he turned and looked back towards Peter and I,
“I want to see how she handles being in the bright lights in public.”
Peter again came to my defence,
“You don’t have to do this. If you want us to use the side entrance, we can take you straight up to our room without anybody seeing you.”

Don't get me wrong, I didn’t want to put myself on show, but it was like Peter had said earlier, and I felt if I chose to parade myself in this dress, then I would be lessening Graham’s hold on me. I downed the last of the drink in my glass; complete with the now dissolved little yellow tablet, and then said,
“Come on then big boy. Let’s see who feels the more embarrassed?”
Graham climbed out and I followed him, Peter then stepped out alongside me.
Graham stood to one side and using his open palm said as he ushered me forwards,
“Go on then, I’ll walk a few paces behind you.”
I gritted my teeth (metaphorically) and began to walk towards the big revolving doors. I hadn’t taken the first step before I felt Peter's arm slipping around my back, and settling across my shoulder.
“Come on my dear. I think you look stunning, and I’m proud to have you on my arm.”

I wanted to get one over on Graham, if only in a small way, and I guess you might think this was a stupid way to do it. But at the time I felt it was something that would show Graham he wasn’t in control of my actions. But I’m not sure whether I’d have gone through with it without Peter’s help. As it was, we waltzed into that hotel as though we owned it, and every eye was focused my way. Peter just guided me into the centre of the foyer, and a little of his air of superiority, must have rubbed off on me. Because as we stood there with what must have been more than twenty people all staring my way, he asked,
“Straight to our room or would you like to dine first?”
“Well I haven’t eaten yet.”
Then contradicting my reply, Graham said,
“To the room, we can always get something sent up.”
But I ignored his words, and turned to Peter and said,
“I’d love to be dined, even if I take your advice, and forget about the wine.”

I could see Graham was uneasy about the attention my clothes were causing, or to be more precise, lack of clothes. But Peter was un-fazed, and he just escorted me past gob-smacked hotel guests, and into the plush restaurant. The head waiter who assigned the tables suggested a booth, I guess to get me out of the eyes of the rest of the diners. But Peter was having none of it, and he knew how to put underlings in their place. So it was we were seated right centre of the room, and that was where we were for the next hour and a half.

After what was the most expensive meal I’d ever had, we made our way to the room Graham had booked. For my part, this evening was turning out to be one of the most enjoyable I could ever remember. I think in hind sight, maybe a little of the euphoria was due to that little innocent looking yellow tablet. But what ever the reason, as Peter pointedly made a show of hanging the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the hotel room door; I could feel my tummy in full turmoil. And I don’t mean I had stomach ache from the meal I’d just consumed.

So here was I, not in the same situation as earlier; resigned to accepting the task of wanking these men. No, this time I was eagerly waiting for the moment when they’d order me into the bedroom, and then they'd both fuck me. But to my frustration, Graham was busy looking at the telephone, and he asked Peter,
“How do you make this work as a speaker phone?”
Peter walked across and took hold of the phone, and after flicking a switch on the underside,
“I think that should work. Why who are you going to phone?”
“The match will be in the second half by now; it’ll annoy the hell out of him to have to answer the phone.”
“Match?”
“Yes her stupid husband will be watching the big match on TV. Hang-on I’ll give him a call.”

He dialled a number,
“Here we are, it's ringing.”
And as he was using the speaker, we could hear the ringing, and also Gerry’s curt angry response as he picked up the phone.
“Hallo!”
“Are, Gerry lad. Mr Spencer here.”
“Oh sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”
“That’s alright lad. I’m not disturbing anything, am I?”
“No, it’s ok. Just the blues where looking like they’d make an equaliser. But what’s happened. Is Mary ok?”
“Yes. She’s fine; but things this end look like she might need to sweeten the pot a bit more than we first thought. Hang on I’ll put her on the phone.”

At that point he pressed the mute button, so Gerry wouldn’t hear anything said at our end,
“Ok girl. Ask him if he wants you to fuck both of us.”
Although I’d already decided that was what I was here for, asking Gerry if he wanted me to do it seemed very awkward.
“Hello.”
“Mary. Is everything ok?”
“Yes. But it looks like this man will only agree to Graham’s deal if I let him go all the way.”
“What? You mean fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“What do you think?”
“It’s up to you.”
“You’d do it if I asked you?”
“Yes.”

Then there was silence, it must have lasted nearly a minute. I began to think we’d been cut-off.
“Gerry? Are you still there?”
A very subdued voice came back,
“Yes. I guess if it’s the only way, and you don’t mind; then the sooner you get it over with the better.”
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Like what?”
“You said ‘I don’t mind’. I do mind; but I’ll do it for you.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. Just do it, and then tell Mr Spencer to bring you home.”

“About Mr Spencer.”
“What about Mr Spencer?”
“I‘m getting signals from him, to say he wants to do me as well.”
“Oh Jesus. This is getting silly.”
“Do you want me to tell him no?”
“That would be even more stupid. If you let Mr Harris fuck you and Mr Spencer then says no deal, it will all have been for nothing.”
“So I let him do it as well?”
“I guess so.”

Graham took the phone from my hand,
“Are Gerry lad. Your good lady has just told me your decision. And she says you’ve also offered to let me fuck her as well. That’s very generous of you. Now you go back and watch the rest of your match, and we’ll make sure your little lady gets well looked after. Oh, and don’t bother to wait up, it might be late when we get her back home. And you wouldn’t want to be late for work in the morning.”

As he put the phone down and turned back towards Peter and I, with a big satisfied smile on his face, Peter said,
“You’re a twisted sod. You’ll get more pleasure from that little wind-up than you will out of the rest of the night.”
“Maybe so; but each to his own. Now Mary love; I think it’s about time you made your way to the bedroom.”

As I was walking into the bedroom followed by these two men, my sexual senses began to go wild. As every step I took gave my breasts an almost imperceptible bounce, something you’d not normally be aware of; I could feel my nipples being rubbed by the material of my dress. But more than this, was the turmoil going on down below. On many occasions before, I have been sexually excited whilst walking into a room knowing I was about to have sex, maybe the most memorable being when Gerry and I went away for a dirty weekend six weeks before our wedding. But I can never before remember feeling my pussy pouting, and feeling the wetness as it actually started to run down the tops of my legs. I didn’t feel ashamed of my heightened state of arousal, just worried that the men behind me might see the glistening sheen appearing.

As soon as I neared the bed, I stopped and turned around, and before either of them had chance to speak, I knelt and began to loosen their trousers. They at first looked a little surprised at my eagerness, but they didn’t complain and almost immediately began to strip their top half. In no time my mouth was sucking from one cock and back to the other, whilst my hands had a balls-sack apiece. They had released the shoulder straps from my dress, and it had just slipped to the floor where it lay in a crumpled heap around my knees. They played with my breasts, and my nipples felt fit to burst. But the sensations powered buy the cock sucking coupled with the breast fondling, had now driven my pussy to a point where I could no longer ignore it.

As I rose to my feet, the dress remained in a heap on the floor, and my hands slipped the meagre thong from my waist, letting it join the dress. Then as I launched myself back onto the bed, and spread my legs wide, I begged,
“Fuck me. For god’s sake, fuck me.”
My arms were outstretched with open palms, and I couldn’t feel a morsel of shame. Graham and Peter looked at one another, as if in amazement, and then as if deciding who would be first. But either way, from the point at which I’d begged for a fucking, until the moment Peter’s cock entered my pussy couldn’t have been more than five seconds.

He mounted me, and even with his cock being bigger than my Gerry’s by a good two inches, my pussy not only took it, it almost ate it! I’m sure it sucked it in, and with the help of my reflex hip humping, I fucked him as hard as he fucked me. I was eventually aware Graham was around my top end, pushing his cock to my lips, and I did attempt to suck it, but my body just wanted pussy treats, and I found the cock in my mouth a distraction.

Then Peter rolled over onto his back, and I followed his lead, mounting him and riding myself hard down onto his shaft. It was now somewhat easier to suck Graham’s cock, as I was the right way up for him to push it into my mouth without Peter’s head being in the way. And speaking of Peter, he now started to enhance my exhilaration, by reaching down and rubbing my clit. This manipulation didn’t confine itself to just my clit, he was soon sliding his fingers around my bulging pussy lips, and up into the crevice of my bottom.

I think most people will consider this naive, but I’d never done anal, and at this point, I never even thought that this massaging might be a fore runner to my initiation. Silly me, I just felt the fingers as they poked, stroked and probed, and thought this was the greatest turn-on I’d ever known. As I’ve just said, I knew they were probing, but as he did it so gradually, in minutely increasing steps, even when I eventually realised he’d got his finger up to full depth, it didn’t faze me.

Then he whispered in my ear,
“I’m almost there; can I finish you doggy style?”
I felt flattered that he’d even asked, and I just lifted myself up off him, and moved to his side, stopping the same way up. He got up from below me, and as he came up behind, he began to rub his cock up and down the wet valley. As I felt his cock was about to line up with my pussy, I heaved back, wrapping my pussy around his shaft. He lunged forwards, and after just a couple of thrusts, he pulled it out, again resuming his stroking of my valley with his knob-end.

Then I felt him push at my bottom. It was a funny feeling. Not funny ha ha, but different. I can't say it hurt, because my whole body was relaxed, and my bottom was so wet and juicy from his fingering. But as the big bulbous head of his cock slipped in, I felt my ring close and grip his shaft, as if to say, ‘you’re not coming in here’. My first thoughts were, ‘he’s slipped in the wrong place by mistake’. But instead of pulling it back out, I felt him grip my hair. Then as he pushed slowly into my bottom, I felt everything stretching. Oh my god! I don’t know if it was good or bad. It hurt, but it wasn’t really hurting. Oh I can't explain exactly. I wanted him to stop, but my pussy was revelling in the sensations it was now going through.

He didn’t stop, and I didn’t struggle or fight. And although he kept hold of my hair, it wasn’t needed to keep me in place. As he thrust his long strokes deep into my bottom, I sensed he was nearing his climax. Then as his pumping moved to his erratic cum strokes, my hips spasmed like they had done earlier today on the video I’d seen. And like this afternoon, I lost my conscious control and memory. I came to my senses, lying on my side, with Graham lying behind me. One of his hands was on my breast, just gently working from one breast to the other, but his other hand was gently stroking my fore head.

At this moment of awakening, I didn’t know who it was that I was laying with, and as I turned, to see Graham’s smiling face, he asked,
“Are you ok?”
“Yes.”
He pulled his arm from underneath me, and then turned me fully onto my back. As he lay alongside, propped up on one arm he asked,
“Is it ok if I try to arouse you now, or do you need a rest?”
I know this sex session was being forced upon me, but this man had such an approach, it made me want to please him.
“Yes, you can take your turn now.”
He planted a kiss on my mouth, and our tongues intertwined. His hand was first caressing my breast, but slowly it worked its way down my body. His fingers stroking my torso, as he worked down over my tummy. As they neared my pubic mound the turmoil I’d being feeling in my tummy just a few minutes earlier, was once again bubbling. In anticipation of his fingers slipping into my crotch, I let my legs fold open, and lifted my crotch up, as if to invite him. His hand did slip down, but not to my pussy, his fingers ran through the juices in the hollows at the tops of my legs, and then he proceeded to stroke the inside of the top half of my legs.

He moved himself down to my lower half, his mouth and tongue following the same route his fingers had just travelled. As his mouth firsts glided up my left breast, I felt my body shiver with anticipation, and then as his mouth latched onto my nipple, my hips lifted. He sucked for what seemed like an age, his tongue circling my nipple and all the time he was sucking, I had my weight supported by my heels and shoulders, with my knees open, and crotch spread high and wide. The fingers of his hand were still stroking my legs, and my pussy was burning with desire for attention. I reached one of my hands down to my crotch, but he used his other hand to intercept mine.

“Ah ah. That pussy is mine. You can play with it any time you want. If you want something to occupy your hands, my cock is getting lonely.”
I didn’t answer, but I did reach for his cock, and attempt to stroke it. But with my body in this position it wasn’t so easy. He had now moved to my right breast, and he was repeating his sucking. As he did so, my hips which had dropped back to the bed, once again rose, as his sucking sent wave after wave of exhilarating sensations to my crotch. As he moved from my breast I again dropped to the bed, and his tongue made its next stop, this time at my bellybutton. This he circled, and then with a parting kiss, he moved over the flatlands of my tummy, and climbed my hairless mound.

As his lips parted to encircle my clit, I heaved up and he brought his hands one under each buttock. His sucking, licking and probing just sent my body crazy, and it was only by holding himself tightly to my crotch that he managed to stay in contact. Not that I was in any way trying to kick him off, but his stimulation had taken away any conscious control. I couldn’t even attempt to work his cock, I just lay back with my hips going wild, and my mind blown away. The next thing I was conscious of was he had now moved into a position in between my legs, and his cock was entering my pussy.

As he pushed it up inside, his body loomed over the top of me, and his head came down. He first gave me a kiss, and I responded, with our tongues both probing deep. I could tell he was pushing his cock in to its full length, but it was also obvious, his cock was no bigger than my Gerry's, which meant a good two inches shorter than Peter’s. But this fuck wasn’t like Peter’s had been, an onslaught, or invasion of new territory, this was more like love, or at least romance. It felt nice, warm and safe. We lay in each others arms, fucking and kissing, all the time my arousal just gradually building.
 
Then he lifted his head from mine, and as he half sat back, he took hold of my legs below my knees, lifting them up and pressing them back to the bed alongside my body. His cock slipped from my pussy, and it began to push at my bottom. As it slipped in, and he began to ram it deep, he brought his head back down, but this time he went to my breasts. As he fucked, I knew he would soon be shooting spunk, and as he began to nip at my nipples, my pussy again started to spasm. I was conscious of his warm cum in my bottom, and then the overload of my own sensations just took me to a higher plain, where I drifted in the clouds.

As I came back to the reality of my situation, Graham was busy packing his camera and all its accessories into his little bag. Peter was nowhere to be seen.
“Please tell me you didn’t take photos of me whilst Peter was... doing it?”
“Photos! The camera has been running from start to finish. Mind you, your first fuck with Peter won't be that good; we didn't have a camera-man. But Peter took over for my fuck, so he'll have got some good close-ups. Not just of your snatch, but that goggle-eyed expression while you were cuming.”
I never for one moment thought they’d been doing something like that. Then just as I’m turning over the thought of what he has captured on his video camera, Peter comes waltzing out of the shower-room. Totally naked, and as he walks past Graham and the bed where I lay, he says,
“Shower’s free if you want it.”

I looked at Graham, as if to ask if he wanted to be next, but didn’t actually speak. He put down his camera bag, and as he turned and walked towards the shower,
“Ok, I won't take long.”
Then he glanced over towards where Peter was now getting dressed.
“Keep your eye on my camera; I don’t want her getting any silly ideas about erasing that last file.”
Peter didn’t reply, but he looked my way, and just smiled.

I sat there, not able to do anything about my messy state; but give Graham his due, it was only a few minutes before he to was walking naked back into the room. I walked, or should I say waddled my way to the shower room; and it felt so good to wash off all that now stale remnants of their session. I came from the shower-room draped in a towel, and sat myself in front of the mirror. I’d only had about five or ten minutes to try to do something with my face and hair before Graham was standing up behind me.

“How much longer are you going to be?”
I didn’t know exactly what the time was, but I knew it couldn’t be gone mid-night. And he’d told Gerry he wouldn’t be bringing me home until late; so I was wondering what his hurry was.
“What’s the rush, you told Gerry I’d be home late?”
“Who says were taking you home? I know a little club we can go to, somewhere you can show off in that little dress.”
“Oh no. I’d rather go straight home now.”
“I wasn’t asking you. Now hurry up with your tarting-up, we want to get going.”

So I made the final touches to my make-up, got my hair somewhere near tidy, and then went and picked up my dress. Within a few minutes of Graham’s hurry-up call, we were leaving the hotel, and climbing back into the big limo. As we were being driven to the club, Graham began to explain what kind of club it was.

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He let his eyes linger lustily over the deliciously developing body of the birthday girl, and then moved on to her 13-year-old sister Mandy who was already showing the promise of the beautiful woman she would be. Smiling over her drink and talking animatedly to her husband, Louise the 31-year-old mother of the girls was still a vision of beauty and looked younger. And then of course Daryl her husband, dead beat and a gambler. Daryl had started borrowing from Bob since the second week of his arrival in the neighbourhood, and was now into him for $25,000. Bob didn’t expect the money back, it was small change to him and it was a cheap price to pay for the total control he now had over him. Control that Bob was not shy about exerting.

 

It started small, getting Daryl to remove the curtains in the bedroom windows, so Bob could catch an eyeful of the girls from across the road. Then telling Louise about the debt and forcing her to service Bob’s needs whenever he wanted. Poor Louise, she loved that loser so much that she would do anything to save him from the vicious moneylenders Bob told her they borrowed the money from. Soon after, Bob had insisted that all females in the house should shave their cunts, no longer use underwear, and wear only mini skirts, tops and high heel shoes. He correctly assumed this would make the girls very popular in school, but they were forbidden to interact with any boys.

 

Looking at Lisa now as she had become slightly drunk he could see almost to her hairless virginal love tunnel and it was making him horny. He finished his drink and said “Lisa honey can you get uncle Bob a refill?” She got up took his glass and went to the kitchen to get some fresh ice. Bob followed her out, “we need some mixer as well”. He came up behind her as she bent over at the fridge and shoved his hand between her legs allowing his fingers to roughly spread her pussy lips and scrape her clit. She stood up shocked and turned, slapping Bob across the face. Daryl heard the row and quickly came in. “You treat your uncle Bob with respect Lisa, you know how much he helps us. Don’t you ever hit him again!” “No problem Daryl, she is still young,” replied Bob. “Listen mate I got a couple of friends coming round in about half an hour and it would be better if you weren’t here. Here’s five grand go out and have a good time.”

 

Bob could see Daryl fighting his addiction, he knew his family would be in danger if he left but the pull of the money was too strong and he snatched it from Bob’s hand, told Louise he was going out and left. Louise suspecting that something was going on decided to get the girls out of the way and sent them to bed. Now with just her and Bob in the room, she waited for him to talk first. “I got some friends coming round tonight babe and we got some great fun planned for you, (taking out his erect cock) here lets get in the mood and get those lovely lips of yours around this.”

 

 Louise took the 8-inch throbbing cock in her small hands and kneeling began with circular licking motions around the head, just the way Bob liked it. “Oh yes baby, you are a real slut!” moaned Bob as she increased her movements moving up and down his long hard shaft with her tongue. Then taking it in her mouth she took it in as far as it would go, and sucking gently slowly drew her lips back out along the smooth hardness of it. She was truly gifted and combined with the anticipation of the night to come Bob could not contain himself for very long. Suddenly grabbing her long blonde hair in each hand he urgently increased his rhythm, ramming his long thick member down her throat in quick hard movements, and banging her chin with his balls as he went to the hilt. Bob had never done this before and Louise snorted with surprise, but was so busy trying not to gag and to catch a breath between plunges that she didn’t have time to say anything. With a heavy grunt Bob emptied his load deep in her belly. He patted her head, as she remained knelt before him. “You are wasted on that loser Louise,” he said,” Come work for me and we can make a fortune. You are one of the most gifted sluts I have come across in years.” Louise did not like the sound of that one bit, she had been brought up to respect the sanctity of marriage, and until Bob, Daryl had been her only lover. “I love my husband Bob” she whispered, “even though he has his faults there is no way I will ever leave him.”  “But you will prostitute for him” smiled Bob, “you are a crazy mixed up kid.”

 

The doorbell rang and Louise’s heart leapt in her chest. “That will be our guests” Bob said going to the door, “right on time. Go pour three whiskeys slut.”

 

Louise prepared the drinks as she watched Bob’s friends enter the apartment. One was as black as the ace of spades and at least six foot six tall. She guessed he was about 40 and he was large built and strongly muscled. The other was a white guy in, she guessed, his mid fifties thin and fit looking with long mostly grey hair tied behind his head in a single ponytail. Each was leading a large Doberman cross and both dogs looked as mean as Louise had ever seen. Large dogs frightened her anyway, but she was even more nervous as she wondered why they were here.

 

The men sat down in the living room and relaxed, making small talk and catching up on old times. “Where are those drinks bitch?” growled Bob and Louise immediately became alert and quickly brought them from the kitchen. The ugly leers from the two men as she handed them their drinks disgusted her, but she held her tongue. These could be the men chasing Daryl for money. She stood there waiting for instructions and suddenly the black lifted her miniskirt and admired her bare pussy. She went to pull away but a sharp look from Bob made her stay put. She knew then, if she hadn’t guessed already that she was to be the night’s entertainment.

 

“Get naked Louise” ordered Bob, and after a few moments hesitation she complied. “Now bend over and let our guests admire your juicy assets”. Feeling totally degraded Louise spread her legs and turning her back to the men, bent over and displayed her sacred parts. Her guests made very appreciative comments. As the three released their massive cocks Louise got an eyeful of what she knew would be invading her body tonight. The Black’s cock was about 9 inches and thicker than anything she had ever seen before, the white guy’s was not as thick, but was still a mean width and must have been at least 11 inches long. She gasped.

“This is Black Dave, and Merv” sniggered Bob as he introduced his friends, and that’s Brutus and Hades their very well trained pets. Meet Louise guys, she wants to make this a night to remember for all of us. Don’t you Louise?” This last in a threatening tone. “Yes Bob” she answered submissively. Louise had already decided that she could not escape her fate tonight and she would have to suffer further humiliations to keep her husband out of danger. “Get some more drinks, and then come back and dance for us Louise,” ordered Bob putting on some mood music. As the evening wore on and the alcohol started to take effect Bob, Dave and Merv made increasing demands on Louise forcing her to do more and more degrading moves to the music as they stroked their enormous hard members. Finally Bob had enough. “Right” he said, “time for the main event of the evening. Get on your hands and knees Louise and make like a dog. I don’t have a pet for the night so you will have to be mine. That’s good, now whine, bark, sit, roll over”. The others clapped as Louise completed the routine. “Now come over here and lick our cocks and balls bitch, and you better obey every order immediately tonight or that sorry loser of a husband will meet with a nasty accident”.

 

Louise crawled over and did her best to please all three men in turn, licking every inch and moaning when they fingered her clit making her wet and horny. As her juices flowed the dogs began to whimper and get restless. Prancing around and making short whelps while looking at their masters.

 

“Looks like your dog wants to fuck my bitch Merv”, said Bob in a matter of fact voice, “And she is in heat I can smell her cum juice from here. Be cruel to disappoint them, us being dog lovers and all”. “You are right there Bob,” laughed Merv, “you know how frustrated dogs and bitches get when they are not allowed to mate when they are both up for it”.

“She is a pretty small bitch,” said Dave sounding concerned,” do you think she will be able to handle him?”

“No problem” Bob assured him, “Louise is a willing bitch, she loves cock”.

“Well no skin off my nose buddy” returned Dave “she is your bitch after all’.

 

Louise began to refuse, looking indignant, and preparing to end the evening right there.

 

“Fuck the dog Louise!” said Bob with an air of finality. Louise knew she was beaten; Bob would not hesitate to punish her by hurting Darren, so she had no option but to do as she was told. She knelt down and got in position on all fours. Bob got out the video camera and set up to record. “We want to be able to enjoy this more than once” he said smiling at her. “Ok Hades, fuck the bitch”, said Merv and immediately the big hound loped across the room to take up position behind Louise. He stuck his big tongue into her snatch and began to lick out the love juices that had been driving him wild all night. Louise in spite of her self-disgust found the effects of the dog’s long powerful tongue on her clit very stimulating and began to moan as she felt an organism building in the back of her mind.

 

“You are right Bob”, laughed Dave, “the bitch loves it!”

 

Louise didn’t want to cum in front of these perverts but her body betrayed her and she moaned loudly as the orgasm racked her body. The dog never stopped his treatment and almost immediately she felt the tremors of orgasm building in her snatch again.

 

“Mount!” ordered Merv and Louise gasped as the big long thick rod of the monster dog suddenly invaded her fuck hole. She felt totally degraded as Hades pounded her with quick powerful thrusts, the tip of his cock pushing her cervix further inside her as he sought full entry. Louise so small under the enormous body of the big dog was pushed further and further forward until her head was pushed against the back of an armchair and she could go no further. Hades was now all the way in and Louise came like she had never come before. The awesome power of the orgasms that shook her body was so surprising that it was at least a minute before she realised that the high pitched screams belonged to her. Then Hades shot his puppy juice deep in her. She registered the fact that it was slightly warmer than a man’s but the power and quantity of it caused her to peak for the umpteenth time. Before she realised it the dogs knot had swelled and was stuck inside her. She guessed it must be the size of a tennis ball as it pushed her legs apart, and she was grateful that her vagina had already been stretched by birthing two children, otherwise she knew this would be a whole lot more painful than she was experiencing. The dog, having secured his bitch painfully turned on Louise and now faced the other way.

 

 

“Jeeze Bob” marvelled Dave, “that has got to be the best movie we have made in ten years. Who would have thought that little bitch could handle Hades that well, I almost came just looking at it”. “Told you she was a horny bitch, Dave,” laughed Bob, “How long does he normally tie for?” “About 45 minutes mate,” said Merv “that slut will be pretty sore by the time he releases her. What are we going to do for fun in the meantime?”

 

“Well now that Mum is tied up for a while” sniggered Bob at his own pun “I guess its time for the birthday girl to get her big present”. “No Bob! Not Lisa” cried Louise, “I will be enough for all of you, please leave my daughter alone, she is a virgin don’t let her first time be a rape. Please Bob I will do anything for you”

 

“But you already are Louise” laughed Bob, “what more do you have to bargain with? And that stuck up bitch slapped my face tonight, she needs taking down a peg or two.”

 

“Please Bob, Please No!” Cried Louise desperately trying to pull herself from the enormous dog. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as Bob smiled leeringly and proceeded up the stairs. Louise sobbed her heart out, realising she was helpless to do anything until her animal lover decided it was time to set her free………….

 

 

In no time at all Bob lead Lisa to the living room. The birthday girl was a vision in her t-shirt nightie as she stood in the doorway rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her nipples made little peaks against the material as she stretched sleepily; she had still not taken in what was happening around her. Bobs hand pushed against the back of her head tangling in her long blonde hair all tousled from sleeping, and pushed her into the room. Her lithe slim body turned on Merv and Dave immediately. “She is a real looker Bob, coughed Dave around his half finished cigarette. “15 you say and still a virgin, that is criminal, no girl should reach that age unfucked”. The rude language brought Lisa quickly to her senses and she suddenly realised the full implications of her predicament. “Oh!” she said as she stared at the exposed fully erect cocks of Bob and his guests. Then she found her mother, impaled on the dog cock to the side of the armchair. “Oh Mum,” she cried, “what’s going on?”

 

Louise just hung her head in shame at the embarrassment of her beautiful daughter seeing her fucking a dog. Sobbing from her heart she whimpered, “ I am so sorry Lisa, I could not stop them”.

 

“Do as you are told and you wont be hurt, slut!” rasped Bob brutally. “Me and the guys are going to have some fun with you. Co-operate and you might still be pretty in the morning. Give us any grief and that little face and body of yours will be so ugly even your own mother will not want to look at it.” Lisa whimpered, “please don’t hurt me or mum, Please uncle Bob just let me go back to bed, I wont slap you ever again, I swear” The tears streamed her beautiful young face and turned on the guests even more. “Quit stalling Bob”, said Dave “ Lets get the slut in action now, she looks gagging for it”. Merv laughed wheezily.

 

“Right” said Bob finally, “As its your first time Lisa you can choose which ever cock you like to pop your cherry.” He smiled lustily at her, but the steel in his eyes removed any doubt that she was losing her virginity tonight. “You can have mine said Bob holding his member in front of her. Feel it and see what you think”. He slapped her hard around the face as she went to pull away. Louise sobbed even louder in her place on the floor, still unable to free herself from the big dog. “This is the best virgin basher around,” sighed Bob as Lisa rubbed her hand up and down his throbbing cock. “No please,” wept Lisa, looking pleadingly in Bobs face. “Ok go check out uncle Merv,” growled Bob pushing her across the room. Merv caught Lisa’s hand and put it on his cock making her rub it. “No uncle Bob please” cried Lisa “ I don’t wanna do it”. Merv pushed her away in disgust and threw her towards Dave. Slapping her so hard around the head that her ears rang. Afraid now she tentatively grabbed Dave's cock and rubbed it gently like Merv had made her do. “Uncle Bob, I don’t want to do this” she sobbed “please let me go”

 

Dave punched her in the stomach and as she bent over brought his fist hard down on the back of her head. When she fell to the ground Dave and Merv kicked her hard in the ribs making her grunt with pain. Louise was screaming out of control. ‘Get the knife Bob” said Merv menacingly “I wanna cut off her ears and nose to teach her a lesson!” “No please,” shouted Lisa suddenly terrified “I will be good I will do what you want I promise”

 

“Too late” Said Dave sadly, “you had your chance slut and blew it. Now we will have to put a bag over your head to fuck you” Lisa got on her knees, “NO PLEASE, I WILL BE GOOD, I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! PLEASE! PLEASE! Her chest heaved as the heavy sobs racked her body. Nobody said anything for a few minutes as Lisa crawled over to Bob and hugged his legs kissing his feet. “Please uncle Bob, Please, I will do anything, please”.

 

“What you think Guys? We give her another chance?” said Bob trying his best to sound sincere. “That slut just rejected all three of us Bob”, said Dave, I reckon she deserves what’s coming to her. Get on with it I say, I wanna see the bitch bleed”.

“I’m with Dave on this one Bob,” said Merv, “no stuck up virgin prom queen is gonna make me feel like shit”.

 

Bob looked sorrowfully down at Lisa. “I’m sorry babe, I tried,” he said sadly pulling away from her. Lisa held his legs even tighter “Please uncle Bob, I will do anything you want, give me one last chance, Oh Please!” Bob looked down at her “even if I could you have rejected everyone in the room so you haven’t got a cock left to fuck you”

 

Louise still tried to pull herself off Hades but only succeeded in stimulating him to pump more cum into her and keep the tie up longer. “Let her go Bob, please I am begging you”.

 

“I choose yours Bob” I will let you take my cherry please, please” Lisa was really over the edge now, the thought of what they were going to do to her totally horrified her. “I can’t Lisa, even if I wanted to, you see you have already rejected me and you only get one chance. I am so sorry babe”. Bob loved this; it was going a lot easier than planned.

 

“Hang on Bob, there is one cock she hasn’t rejected” Said Merv. “Oh yea”, agreed Dave. “I choose that one uncle Bob”, cried Lisa, “I choose that one. “Are you sure Lisa?” asked Bob slowly, “you can still reject it you know, although it IS your last chance to keep your face intact. “I will do it uncle Bob, I promise, please don’t hurt me.”

 

“Ok Lisa I believe you,” said Bob, grinning from ear to ear. “You must do everything we say, and one moments hesitation and we will carry out our threat. You got that?” ‘Yes uncle Bob, anything” cried Lisa calming down a little. “Ok, get naked Lisa, so we can admire that virgin body of yours”. She reached up and pulled her nightie over her head. Turning, naked now with legs spread and arms in the air showing her body to her captors from all angles.

 

“Come here slut, I wanna see what you taste like”, said Dave, Its been a long time since I drank virgin cum juice”. Lisa slowly walked over to him and spreading her legs, let Dave stick his tongue deep in her bare shaved pussy. Dave knew his job, and in seconds in spite of her fear, Lisa’s fuck hole was creaming like a whore. “Ambrosia”, leered Dave as he pulled his mouth away to catch his breath, Lisa’s juice showing moist on his lips. Lisa just closed her eyes, her head hung in shame. “My turn Dave” said Merv catching her arm and pulling her roughly to him. He pulled her in close and continued where Dave left off. Lisa moaned as her first orgasm shook her body. “Told you this slut was made for sex, didn’t I guys?” laughed Bob. “Come here bitch, let me see if you are as good a cock sucker as your mum there”. Merv freed Lisa and she hurried across, to take Bobs massive cock in her hands and put it in her mouth. She had discussed cock sucking with her friends in school so she had a rudimentary idea of how to please a man like this. Bob soon made her an expert. He took her tossed sweaty hair in his hands and roughly shoved his cock to the hilt. Lisa gagged and panicked fighting for breath. “You get sick on me bitch and you’ll be very sorry”, growled Bob pumping her throat as hard as he could. Lisa managed to keep from spewing up but her wild eyes showed her extreme discomfort. Finally Bob, shot his load in her belly, forcing her to swallow in order to breathe. “Now, go practice your new skills on Dave and Merv, slut!”

 

Lisa went to Dave and after licking the length of it a few times, forced her head down on the monster and allowed it to slip down her throat. She though it would reach her stomach before she got to the end of it. But she was so afraid of what would happen if she didn’t succeed that she finally managed it. Dave held back as long as he could, enjoying the sight of this teen slut milking his cock with her rose red lips, but finally he could hold out no longer, he grabbed her hair and shoving himself to the very hilt, pumped his baby seed down her food canal.

Lisa licked him clean then performed the same operation on Merv, hoping he would cum quickly as her throat and gullet were very sore by now. As Merv came he pulled out of her mouth and filled her face and breasts with his semen. Lisa took it, knowing she had no other choice. “Ok Lisa, its time to pop your cherry” said Bob “Get on all fours”. Lisa got down wondering who’s cock was soon to be inside her, she did not see any other men there. Then she cried, “OH NO!” as Dave called Brutus over. “What’s that Lisa?” asked Bob menacingly. “Are you rejecting Brutus’s cock too? He was your last chance you know.” “No uncle Bob” replied Lisa quickly, “I didn’t reject him, I didn’t,” She sobbed from her very soul at the degradation she knew was to follow. “Well I am not sure you think he is good enough for you Lisa, you think you are too sophisticated for Merv’s friend don’t you?” No uncle Bob” pleaded Lisa “I don’t”. “Well I know you have hurt Merv’s feelings now, so you better go across and beg him to let you fuck Brutus, otherwise he might refuse and then where would you be?”

 

Lisa could not believe the nightmare she was in and hoped she would wake up soon. But she crawled over to Merv and lowered her head to his feet. “Please Merv, Please let me fuck Brutus, I really want him to take my cherry, please Merv, please let him”, she pleaded. Louise let out a gut-wrenching wail of pain that only a mother could, seeing her daughter degraded like this.

 

“Ok Lisa, last chance, you pull away or make it look like you don’t want it, that’s it. You better smile and cum like a train, slut or I’ll give you what for.” “Thank you Merv” whispered Lisa trying to smile. “Get in position Lisa. You got the camera rolling Bob?” “Never turned it off,” laughed Bob. “Brutus, fuck the bitch,” said Merv, and Brutus, who had been feeling left out up to now, trotted over and stuck his tongue in the virgin teens snatch. As his tongue licked deeper and deeper Lisa’s mind was in a whirl. ‘How could she do this? How could she beg these men to let her give up her precious cherry to a dog?’ She knew how, they would have carried out their threat. Her orgasm hit suddenly and she moaned aloud as the strength of it overcame her. “The slut is a born bitch like her mother” laughed Merv. “Brutus mount!”

 

Lisa locked her arms as she felt the great weight of the dog on her back, his fur warm against her skin. She felt the tip of his cock against her as he sought her opening. “Help him bitch,” growled Bob. She put her hand back and found the dogs cock. She gasped it was enormous; she knew this was going to be very painful. But she put it between her pussy lips and let go. In one powerful thrust Brutus burst through her cherry and pushed his way right up, smacking his cock against her cervix. Lisa screamed as the pain hit her. Her Pussy felt like it was going to burst outwards. The next thrust pushed Brutus even further in and increased the pressure on her insides, squeezing tears from her eyes. ‘Smile bitch” shouted Merv, “You don’t look like you are enjoying this” Brutus was all the way in now and pumping furiously. “ Lisa looked at Merv with pain glazed eyes and forced a smile to her lips, “oh I am Merv, this is lovely, thank you for letting Brutus take me first”.

 

She felt the orgasm coming from a mile off as the relentless pummelling of the great dog stimulated her body without respite. When it hit, it amazed her, she screamed and clamped her pussy as hard around the invading cock as she could. Her young body shook with the powerful thrusts of the great hound. Somewhere in her mind she knew she should not let these perverts see her body respond to this, but despite her shame she had lost all control. Then she heard Brutus yelp and felt the hot power of his seed as it pumped deep within her womb. She cried again as the knot expanded and forced her already stretched body to accommodate the enormity of it. “ The slut looks like she is having a baby,” laughed Dave, “You get all this Bob?” Bob replied with a wink.

 

Lisa groaned loudly, as Brutus turned on her and faced opposite scratching her back and locking her even harder onto his cock. “What do you say to Merv bitch?” asked Bob, getting off on the agony in Lisa’s eyes. Lisa looked at him not fully understanding. “He has let his favourite dog do you a favour and save your looks, not to mention cure your cherry problem, and you didn’t even thank him. How selfish can you get?”

 

“TH-TH-TH- Thank you so much for letting Brutus fuck me Merv, It was very good of you,” said Lisa in a high sobbing voice. “You are welcome slut,” said Merv “only I am a bit disappointed cos now he is your first mate, he has first dibs on you everytime. I sure wish you had chosen me”. What do you mean?” asked Lisa nervously? “Well you are now his bitch wife, so whenever he even looks like wanting a fuck, no matter when or where you get naked and let him have you.” “Oh!” cried Lisa horrified all over again. “Aren’t you bringing him with you when you leave? How will I know when he wants me?” “All will be explained later,” said Bob mysteriously.

 

The teen looked at her mum, Hades had turned again and was fucking her anew. Louise was moaning as her orgasm hit and Lisa wondered if she was going to be in for another dog rape when Brutus recovered. She hoped that Brutus would go down soon as the pain in her over stretched pussy was excruciating. She moved slightly trying to get to a more comfortable position but only succeeded in stimulating the dog to pump more of his juice into her. She tried to force a smile to her face everytime one of the men looked in her direction, but she could not stop the silent tears that flowed as she mourned the loss of her virginity and the complete degradation she felt.

 

 

“Well now we found some bitches for the dogs, its time we got some fun ourselves, what you think guys?” asked Bob in a happy voice. “You mean there’s more to come?” asked Dave, genuinely surprised. “Time for desert” laughed Bob heading for the stairs again.

 

“Bob please NO!” cried Louise, “She is still only a baby, no please Bob!” “She’s had her period last month, Daryl told me,” said Bob, so she is now ripe for popping. She will not get a choice Louise, so when I bring her down you better tell her to do as she is told and enjoy it or we WILL cut her up bad”. Louise wailed in her despair.

 

In minutes Bob appeared with the sleepy Mandy. She looked so young and innocent as she walked into the room that Dave and Merv could not tear their eyes from the little princess. She wore a slinky pink silk nightie (a present from Bob) that showed off her little girl body to perfection. The wild red curls that tumbled past her shoulders framed her face wonderfully adding to the picture. The hint of swelling at her chest and the thickness of her nipples the only clues that her body was undergoing its journey to womanhood. She gasped as her eyes absorbed the vista, her mum and sister naked on the floor their pussies filled with dog cock. And two strange men on the sofa, with their massive cocks in their hands watching her. “Your Mum has something to say to you Mandy,” said Bob looking meaningful at Louise, “don’t you slut?”

 

“Please Bob, not Mandy….. Leave her be, I beg you” sobbed Louise. “You get that one for free Louise, don’t fuck up again” warned Bob coldly. “Now say your piece slut!”

 

Louise tried to gather her emotions; she knew that Mandy’s life was in her hands right now. “Mandy honey.. Unc... Uncle Bob and your father have decided that all the girls in the house are old enough to be full women, so they have thrown this party to help you girls get relaxed and enjoy the experience. Dave and Merv have kindly come around to help”. Louise began to panic as she saw the confusion in Mandy’s eyes, she knew she mustn’t let her refuse or all would be lost. “You must make love to our guests now. You MUST NOT make our guests unhappy by refusing, do you hear me? You are to do everything Uncle Bob tells you and NOT complain. This is for your benefit after all”.

 

Mandy could see the pain and fear in her mother’s eyes and knew they were in terrible danger. She was a smart girl and the situation was clearly evident to her. She said nothing but looked questioningly at Louise. Louise closed her tear soaked eyes and slowly nodded. Then with a plop Hades popped his cock from her stiff, aching pussy and went to the corner to lick it clean. “How convenient” laughed Bob. “Now you can help and instruct her so she doesn’t make any fatal mistakes”.

 

Louise stood up and winced as she felt the dog cum running freely from her abused pussy and down her inner thighs. Her brain was working feverishly; she knew that she and both her daughters would be put through a terrible ordeal this night, and that the perpetrators were very dangerous men. Her most important task was to ensure that they all lived through it.

 

“My turn first Louise”, said Bob enjoying the power he wielded over his captives. “You know what I like, make sure she pleases me good. Get her ready, and make sure she is wet, dry fucks kill my cock”.

 

 

‘Be brave honey”, whispered Louise and gently removed Mandy’s nightie. Then she led her by the hand to the centre of the room and turned her round so the men could ogle her heavenly preteen body. “Bend her over, so we can admire that tight little fuck hole of hers”, said Bob, and Mandy did as she was told. “Now lick her out Louise, get her nice and wet, the better you do it the easier it will be on her” said Bob sitting in the armchair and rubbing his newly hard cock. Louise got on her knees and pushed her tongue into Mandy’s little pussy and proceeded to lick and gently nip her tiny button. Mandy who had never even masturbated before gasped as she felt the tremors move trough her body. Her Mums tongue was giving her feelings she had never felt before and she liked them. She pushed herself harder onto Louise’s mouth in order to get her tongue in deeper. “They are all horny sluts,” laughed Merv watching the show. Bob couldn’t wait any longer; he had to have his pulsing cock covered with this teen meat right now.

 

“Bring her over Louise, and make sure she takes it all or she will pay dearly”. Mandy walked over to Bob’s chair and Louise helped her get in position over Bobs cock. Slowly she helped Mandy sit over it and poise it against her cute virgin snatch. Bob wondered how this tiny girl was going to fit all of him inside her, but that was not his problem. “What you waiting for slut, get on with it. You are not impressing me so far”.

 

“Ok baby, easy now”, said Louise as she pushed Mandy slowly onto Bob’s 8-inch member. Mandy grunted and groaned as she allowed it to enter her until it pushed against her hymen. She moved up and down for a few strokes and then with Louise helping pushed her ass hard downwards and burst her cherry open as Bob’s cock pushed deep within her. She was crying now, “Oh Mum!  This hurts!

 

“It will be alright soon, sweetie”, whispered Louise, “keep moving up and down, and let it further in each time, good girl”. Louise smiled though her heart was breaking.

The tightness of Mandy’s preteen snatch and the look of pain and determination on her face as she tried to accommodate the full length of him turned Bob on big time. He groaned as he felt her pussy make contact with his groin. Mandy’s eyes were wide and rolling as she fought against the agony inside her. She never stopped though and with Louise helping her she milked Bob’s cock with long delicious strokes of her body. Bob caught her face in his hands and crushing her lips to his put his tongue down her throat.

 

“Get down there and lap up the juices Louise, you know you want to you dog bitch slut, and don’t waste any!” ordered Bob as he felt himself suddenly explode inside his beautiful teen sex slave. As Louise worked feverously lapping up the cum as it seeped from her daughters ravaged pussy Bob sighed and turned to Merv. “This is heaven man, I been dreaming of this since I saw her and the little slut has not disappointed me. You wanna burst her other virgin hole pal?” “Just try and stop me”’ growled Merv his eyes smiling in anticipation. Louise pulled Mandy off Bob as his cock softened and licked out Mandy’s cunt cleaning up the remainder of Bob’s seed dripping from her. “Get her ready for Merv Louise”, said Bob” “grease her ass well or else Merv wont be happy”. Louise looked at Bob with angry wet eyes. “What you gonna do Louise? Just keep your litter co-operative or we will have to get rough”, said Bob menacingly.

 

Louise hung her head and gently led Mandy over to Merv. She guided Mandy into a bent over position and with some of Bobs cum still in her mouth she proceeded to push it gently into Mandy’s virgin asshole with her tongue. This sensation was new and very pleasurable to Mandy and she glanced around to see her mum on her knees behind her. “Get over here bitch” growled Merv, “I aint gonna wait any longer. Mandy walked tentatively over to him. She had figured out by now that Merv was going to fuck her ass and she was very nervous. The pain from Bob’s rape was still throbbing in her pussy and she imagined that a cock in her ass would hurt a hell of a lot more.

 

“Come on honey” said Louise tenderly, “try to relax your ass as much as possible, like you are making a pooh and it will hurt a lot less. Whatever happens you must smile and look like you are enjoying it, or Bob’s friends will get very nasty.”

 

“Haven’t you forgotten something bitch?” asked Bob.

 

“Thank uncle Bob for taking your cherry Mandy love” smiled Louise to her very scared and confused daughter. “Thank you uncle Bob, for taking my cherry for me” Mandy complied in a small high voice, and with a prodding from her mum, “it was very nice”.

 

Suddenly Merv caught hold of her, “enough stalling!” He had just greased his cock with KY, as he didn’t like to fuck dry ass. Pushing Mandy over he put his throbbing monster at the entrance of the young girls virgin anus. “Don’t fight me or it will be the worse for you”, he growled, and suddenly pushed hard to get the tip past her sphincter. Mandy cried out in pain as Merv gave her all 11 inches at once. He smacked her round the head’ “SHUT UP YOUR BAWLING BITCH! Tell me how much you love it. Now!”

 

Mandy tried to pull herself together as Merv pounded her ass without mercy. She took a deep breath to get the intense pain under control and forced a smile to her lips. “Oh I love your big cock in my ass Merv, it is really lovely, please keep fucking me there” she grunted between breaths. “Beg me to fuck you harder slut, and you better do it good or I’ll beat you good and proper” said Merv panting. “Fuck me harder Merv as hard as you can, oh please! Please fuck me as hard as you can, I love your cock fucking my ass, harder Merv please, please!" responded Mandy. She could feel Merv’s cock stiffen, as he got ready to shoot his load. “Take that you little slut fuck, take it all” shouted Merv as he finally let himself go and pumped her little ass full of cum. The little girl fainted with the pain and was only held in place by Merv’s softening cock and her hair that he held in his hand. “Not bad Bob, not bad at all” he cooed at Bob as he nonchalantly let her slip off him and fall to the floor.

 

Lisa suddenly found herself free of Brutus, and sighed softly as her pussy relaxed after the enormous knot of the hound. Dave got up. “I guess that’s my signal for a virgin ass bashing,” he laughed, leering at the beautiful teen. “Come here bitch slut, you better earn your keep while your dog husband is resting himself”. He used some KY to grease his pole and without any preamble caught Lisa, bent her over and shoved it straight up her ass. Lisa gasped, it hurt like hell, and pushing as it did against her already aching pussy increased the pain even more.  She definitely did not like this, her ass felt like it was on fire. But Dave did not care for Lisa’s enjoyment and pounded her tight young ass mercilessly. Then noticing the blood on his cock he laughed, “guess it really was a virgin ass slut!”

 

“Look at the camera and tell us how much you are enjoying this dog slut”, growled Bob “and you better cum or we will still carry out little operation on your face. Dog husbands don’t care what their bitches look like you know”. Lisa grunted through the pain and forced a smile to her lips. “OH THIS IS SOOOO GOOOD!” she moaned. “Harder uncle Dave please fuck my virgin ass HARDER. She wanted to scream as Dave complied with her wishes but instead she breathed harder and pretended to reach orgasm, tightening her ass muscles around Dave’s torture pole to convince him it was real. Dave seemed convinced, because he suddenly shot his load deep in her belly and then allowed her to slip off him. “Get round here and clean your mess bitch, lick every last piece of your crap off my cock, miss one bit and I will beat you senseless!” Lisa turned and gagged at the sight of her shit and blood covering Dave’s black pole. But she steeled her nerves and carefully cleaned him as ordered. “Whadya say slut?” said Dave to the top of her head.

 

“Thank you for fucking my ass uncle Dave it was lovely”, replied Lisa in a small voice, giving his cock a little kiss. “I am so lucky to have you for an uncle”. “You say all the right things you little fuck bunny” sniggered Dave. “Get over in the corner with the rest of the cock fodder while we decide what to do with you.”

So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My confidence and literally all my breath was taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed.
“What do you make of this?”
I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face.
“Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about these emails, I bet Mr Holmlund doesn’t know about these?”

I tried my best to sound in control.
“You shouldn’t be looking in my private mail account.”
“Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I’ve printed a few of these emails out on paper, and I’ll make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a wife has been up to.”
“No you can’t.”
“Can’t! Who says I can’t?”
“But please. I haven’t been unfaithful to him. It’s just words on the internet.”
“So he won’t mind then. Will he?”
“Please I beg you, please don’t tell him.”

“If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?”
“What do you mean?”
”You know what I mean. Will you fuck?”
“No. You can’t ask that of me. Please. I’ve never so much as kissed another man since I got married.”
“My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”

Well I guess at this stage, I’d better explain exactly what this man had found, and what my situation was. My Name is Camilla Erricson, I’m married to Göran, and we have two beautiful children Helle aged 3 and Björn 6. I am 32, and I’ve been so very wicked. My Göran is so sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly. I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know you’re thinking, ‘with true love there can be no buts’. In truth, I would never cheat on Göran, even if the most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, and like Lady Chatterley, I don’t think we are given these dark thoughts for no reason.

So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I made a search for ‘sex’. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. After I’d browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that I found crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn’t what I was looking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed. It was just my sex life with Göran was so safe and predictable, I thought there had to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a site that was free, didn’t need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had no idea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available was mind blowing.

Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There were even stories of women having sex with animals! But the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them. Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet. But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse for describing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed so innocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me know something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character in the story. I won’t go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewife was tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video, and being gang raped.

Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me in a trance. I’d been fingering myself all the time I’d been reading, and it was a long story. How many times I’d come I can’t remember. Well I read this same story over and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage, and emailed the author, he’d left some silly little statement at the end of his story, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadn’t mentioned it, but I’m from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway.

Then I waited and waited. Day after day I’d dash to the PC after work to see if he’d replied. Three days, no reply. On the fourth day, I’d had to do some shopping on the way home, and by the time I got home my Göran was already there. So I just thought, it’s not worth risking looking now, he won’t have replied anyway. And even if he does, what will he want to say to me? So it wasn’t until the next morning, Göran had just left for work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened my mail. There it was; he’d replied to me.

It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but he’d supplied me with a list of the stories he’d written, and told me which site they were available on. I once again won’t go into detail, but when I couldn’t actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted the whole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails, containing Parts one, two, and three of a series he’d written.

I started reading the story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was I guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as the story progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animal sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, and after being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly, this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-core animal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every word of it, and I couldn’t stop reading.

So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to and from the author. Well I’d been ashamed of myself before, when only I knew what I’d been doing. But now this horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my Göran ever found out, I’d kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.

So back to my predicament.

 “My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”
“They're nothing. I read them with my husband.”
“You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband has no idea you read this shit!”
“But they’re just stories.”
“Ok then. Let’s see shall we? I’ll print one out, and you can read it to me.”
“If I read one, will you promise not to tell Göran?”
“Well maybe. Let’s see if it gets me turned on first.”

He’d soon got the printer churning out page after page, and before it had finished, he’d picked up the first few sheets, and handed them to me.
“Come-on then, you sit here and I’ll stand behind you.”
He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat me down. I didn’t know if I would be able to read the dirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knew that I had to do something to avoid my beloved Göran finding out what a wicked woman I’d been.

As I started reading, his arms reached around from behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.
“Please no. I don’t like you touching me.”
“I don’t care what you like. You know the alternative. Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I haven’t got your knickers off.”

I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the first sexual action, and this by itself would have me getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I could feel a throbbing like I’d never felt before. It was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy, but not actually my tummy. It was deep in my .. You know where I mean, my private part.

Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my naked nipples.
“P p please d don’t.”
“Just keep reading.”
I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of the story where the woman took her first penetration, it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldn’t stop myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from the seat.

“My! That does do it for you.”
Said Johan (the builder) as I calmed back down and regained my seated position. I didn’t reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his hands pointing directly at my face.
“Ok my little beauty, are you going to suck me off now?”
I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until his dick had shot its load of spunk. So I made not the slightest protest, I just resigned myself to getting it over with.

Now even this I would have thought would not be worth describing from my point of view, as all I thought I was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so wicked and my body is not under my control during sex. As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of his dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasn’t making my control any easier; he’d now cupped both my breasts, and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is not something that I have done very often, as my Göran thinks it is demeaning for me. But as this big dick hardened in my mouth, I pushed hard down onto it, forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor.  Johan just stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in his hand.

When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from the floor, and sat back onto the chair. Johan was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
“Please. My Göran doesn’t like anyone smoking in the house.”
“But he’d be ok with you giving me a blow job?”
“Please. He will smell the smoke the second he walks in.”
“Well at least then he won’t smell your cum stain on the carpet then.”
And with that he’d looked down and nodded towards where I’d been writhing about. And yes I’m ashamed to say, there was a wet sticky patch on the floor, which had leaked out from my orgasm. I coloured up bright red, feeling so ashamed again.

“Will you promise not to tell Göran now?”
He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out a roll of printed sheets of paper.
“Well you were pretty good, so I guess you’ll be safe for now. But I’ll keep this lot, it’ll take us all tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess the old feller will want some more attention again before we’re done here.”
“Please I’ve done what you asked me to.”
“I know you have my dear, and very good you were. But like I say, we’re here until tomorrow evening, and every time I look at you, I’ll just be getting more excited. So I guess we might need a repeat performance. It wasn’t that bad was it?”

I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered him. He turned and left, going out to join his workers. I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, returned to the study, and cleaned up the mess that both Johan’s dripping dick and my orgasm had left on the floor. Then I noticed the computer chair also had telltale marks. Once I’d finished cleaning up, I returned my cleaning kit back to the kitchen. From the kitchen window I could see the garage, and the three workers. That is Johan the boss, and his two men. Johan was about forty-five. The eldest of his men was about the same age, his name was Stenn. The other man, was only about twenty-five, this was Loather. He was always stripped to the waist, displaying his muscle bound chest. He was built like a body builder, not one ounce of excess fat, and muscles where I didn’t know muscles existed.

So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a cigarette break, Loather, just taking the break, but not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that it looked like Johan was telling them about what I’d just done for him. I know I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the faces of the two men listening, didn’t leave me in much doubt. Now the thought that both these men might know what I’d just done was bad enough, but the reaction that this tale received from Stenn terrified me.

He was coming towards the house, and encouraging Loather to join him. They could only want one thing! I turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to make my ascent, I heard them coming in the door.
“MRS ERRICSON. MRS ERRICSON, WHERE ARE YOU?”
It was Stenn’s voice booming through the house. I was only half way up the stairs, but even if I'd reached my bedroom, what could I do? They would only threaten to tell my husband, so I’d have no option but to satisfy them both to keep them quiet. I stood still on the stairs, just half way up, and I turned to face them as they appeared at the bottom.

“Are, there you are. I was calling but you never answered.”
I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
They both started climbing the stairs to meet me.
“Not if you look after us like you just did for Johan.”
By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, but them being taller, our faces were almost level with each other.
“Ok. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that no one will say a word to Göran?”
“We have nothing to tell him. Do we Loather?”
“Not if I get my ball sack emptied, I don’t”

“Well turn around then; we’ll do it down stairs.”
“No my dear. We are the ones who are giving the orders. And I say you turn around, I want you in your bedroom.”
“No. I’ve said I’ll do it for you. But I’m not defiling my husband’s bedroom.”
“You stupid bitch! Don’t you understand! I said we are giving the orders. Now get up to your bedroom before I pick you up and take you there.”
The anger and menace in Stenn’s voice frightened me, and my stern resolve just collapsed, instantly turning me into a submissive slave. I turned around, and as I made my way up the few remaining steps, someone’s hand was forcing itself up in between my legs.

“Please don’t do that, I beg you.”
The hand kept forcing and before I’d got to the top step, it reached its goal.
“You can beg all you like my dear. But if you don’t spread your legs and give me some room to get at your cunt, then I’ll make you wish you had! And I promise you won’t like my methods. Now open those fucking legs.”
I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the middle of my back with his other hand, I once again began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my bedroom. He by now had two fingers up the side of my panties, and up inside me. I was of-course still wet from my session with Johan, so he had no difficulty probing deep into me.

This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was still making my silly hormones go wild. I hated everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, the violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers probing deep inside my private love. But hate them and what they were doing as much as I did; my body was reacting like that of a common slut. With each step I took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his fingers. By the time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself wrap my hands around his shoulders to stop myself from falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs on his fingers.

“I see what Johan meant, she's fucking mad for it. Lets get her laid on the bed and strip her naked.”
I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much as I could never let anyone do this to me. Here I was being laid back onto my own bed, with Stenn’s finger ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement his thrusting, while Loather was pealing off my clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or protest, my arms and legs were pulled from side to side, and up and down until I was naked.

Now Loather was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was also naked. His big dick semi-hard dropped towards my mouth. He took my hands and placed them on his shaft, and he leaned forwards dropping his dick to my lips. I just took it inside my mouth, and he started thrusting deep into my wind-pipe. My whole body was aflame, and then I realised that although I was humping my hips, Stenn was no longer ramming me with his fingers. I did have a conscious thought, but decided he must be stripping off ready to follow Loather, in fucking my mouth. So I once again drifted off, back into the land of sex and sensation.

Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt myself being stretched wide to take something more than fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try. But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too strong. It pushed its way relentlessly up inside me, stretching me like my Göran has never done. Then as I felt his body contacting mine he started a slow thrusting in and out. Well even if Göran himself had walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would have just kept on thrusting in unison with Stenn’s dick. Out of control is all I can say. Every fibre of my body was being taken to heights they had never been to.

Then Loather pulled his dick from my mouth, and started jacking himself, shooting his cum all over my face and into my hair.
“Oh fucking yes! She’s a fucking slut alright. Look at her.”
I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted was pleasure. And I wanted this big dick inside me to explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms I’ve ever had.

“See if you can find a camera, they’re bound to have one. We’ve got to get a picture of her face like that.”
You might have thought that on hearing Stenn’s words I would have come to my senses. But no, I didn’t. I carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and around my lips; I never attempted to wipe my face clean. Instead my hands were clasped to Stenn’s hips, encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would bring his thunder bolt!

I wasn’t disappointed, the increase in pace had been the fore-runner to his climax. So now, as he changed to the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds he was shooting deep inside me.  My body arched itself high in the air, and my hole gripped his dick. Then as I dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my orgasm went I’m not sure. I wasn’t there. I was floating somewhere in heaven. Floods of warm pleasure were flowing through every vein in my body.

When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were dressed and busy looking at the little pre-view screen on my Göran’s camera. It came to me what kind of pictures they had on there, and what I’d just done. Why am I so bad? I go to church. I believe in God. I pray every night. And above all, I love my Göran. So how could I do what I’ve just done? I feel so bad.

But the photo’s! They’re on Göran’s camera!
“Hey! You have to delete those pictures.”
Stenn looked across, and it was a very black look, gone the smile that had been there a second before while the two of them were looking at the camera.
“Who the fuck are you telling what to do! If we show these to your husband you’ll be lucky if you're not sleeping in the gutter tonight!”
“Please I didn’t mean it like that. Please, I beg you; let me wipe them off before Göran comes home?”

“That’s better. Asking and begging. I can tolerate that. But there’s no way these pictures are getting deleted.”
“But please if my Göran finds them.”
“Well little miss computer. You’d better take them off this camera and email them to me. And no tricks, if I can’t download them when I get home, then you’d better have left the country by tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I’ll do it for you. But I will have to reduce them. They’ll be too big to email.”
“Don’t try getting fucking smart with me. Do you know what the fuck she’s going on about?”
“I think so, but we’d be better off asking Johan, he understands these computers. I’ll go and get him; you might as well get her down to where the computer is.”

“Come-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off the bed, and get that computer of yours fired up.”
“Can I put some clothes on, please?”
“Well don’t fuck about. As soon as I hear Johan coming into the house, you’re going downstairs, clothes or no clothes.”
I rushed around, only having time to pull on a pair of knickers, and a skirt. I had to put my blouse on whilst going down the stairs. My bra he’d pulled from my hand, and thrown back onto the bed.

So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading the pictures from the camera into a folder I’d made.
“Do you know what she means about not being able to email me the full picture?”
“Yes she’s right. These are too high in quality, the file size is too big to email. Here, look at this.”
Johan reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, and opened the thumbnail that was a close-up of my spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so humiliated, and there are no words to explain. I’d lain there, knowing they were taking them pictures. I felt sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the toilet. I threw-up, but I was wrenching my empty stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my knees, head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most wretched I’d ever felt in my life.

How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes I’d gone from pleasure the like of which I’d never dreamed existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the point where I was considering taking my own life!

How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of the cold ceramic bowl I don’t know. But gradually I calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of proportion. Yes I’d now been unfaithful to my Göran. And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find any excuse for myself? I’m a bad wife, and no better than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if my Göran never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But maybe more important, my babies, they haven’t done anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever happens, I have to get through this, and Göran mustn’t find out. He’d take my babies from me, and then I’d have no alternative but to take my life. But even that would be punishing my babies for something that I’d done wrong. No. Göran is not going to find out! I’ll fuck all three of them if I have to, but my secret has to be kept from Göran.

I’d heard their loud banter going on, as they’d been going through the pictures that I’d downloader for them. But until now, I hadn’t been taking any notice of what they were saying.
“Look at that. You’ve zoomed in until her cunt is blown up to the size of a DVD, and you can see the detail of every single hair around her cunt. Look at the amount of cum oozing from it.”
Yes they were not just looking at my pictures; they were drooling over every detail. I slowly made my way back, and stood silently in the doorway. I’d been there a good five minutes before any of them noticed me, their mouths were almost dribbling as they meticulously scanned every detail of the most private and sacred part of my body.

Up until now, only Göran and the doctors that delivered my babies had ever seen that part of me.
“You’re back. I’ve explained to the lads here, that emailing will, as you say, mean reducing the quality. So instead, I’ll bring some blank CD’s with me tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at full file size.”
“But that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight.”
“Yes, that’s not a problem is it? They won’t damage it.”
“But if Göran finds them?”
“Look you weren’t that worried before, leaving the emails to your boyfriend on there. And that bloody dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your filthy minds couldn’t come up with some of the filth that’s in the stories she reads. This guy who writes them must be one depraved filthy bastard.”

“Please don’t say things like that about him?”
“Oh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You don’t like to hear the truth about your boyfriend?”
“That’s not the truth. His stories are not filth.”
”What all that fucking with dogs and horses, you don’t call that filthy?”
“It’s not like that.”

“I beg to differ. That’s all that story is about, fucking with one animal or another. The two of you are fucking depraved if you ask me.”
“I know there are animals, but it’s the words he uses. The feeling he expresses. The other stuff just happens. The story is what is important.”
“Sounds like shit to me. But I guess if you’ve got the hots for this guy, even his shit smells good to you. They say love is blind. Anyway lads, we’d better get some work done, otherwise this job will end up costing me money. Now you remember; I know how many pictures are on there, and what the folder size is. So no deleting any, or down sizing them.”

As Stenn pushed past me, he took me back towards the wall, pinning me against it. His fingers went straight back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It was pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only seamed to make him worse. So, knowing Johan would appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few second before Johan appeared in the doorway, but he just stood there watching Stenn manipulating my womanhood. But as I’ve already confessed, I’m a dirty bitch. I don’t mean to be, but in that few seconds, he’d got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting in an audible way.

“Fucking hell Stenn, haven’t you had enough for one day?”
“Go on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You can see she wants it.”
“Yes that’s bloody obvious. But I think we could troop all the bloody sailors from the naval yard through here, and she’d want more. Look at her, my bloody fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her.”
“But it won’t take me long boss. Please. I’ll do and hours overtime tonight without pay.”
“But you’ve already had over an hour out of the day, and this job has got to be wrapped-up by the time we finish tomorrow.”
“Ok, I’ll start an hour earlier tomorrow as well. Go on boss. You know we can get the job sorted if we pull our fingers out.”
“Ok. But be as quick as you can, she don’t need any fore-play. And don’t fuck yourself silly, I want some work out of you when you've finished.”

“So does that go for me as well?”
Now Loather had started. I heard it all going on, but I did and said nothing. Instead I’d just stood there in a trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that wide, with my legs so weak, before long I’d be on the floor.
“Oh, come-on then. Get her up to the bedroom, you can both have her at the same time, I’ll take the pictures. Make your mind up whose having her arse, we haven’t got time for swapping about.”

So with their help, I once again was taken up the stairs, stripped, and laid back onto the bed. They were soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Loather, my legs astride his hips. Up he went, and Stenn was soon kneeling behind me. He had obviously been lubricating his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he started pushing his wet finger up my bottom, after a few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough to try his dick.

I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I let out such a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped apart. But it was as though I’d never said a word. He just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time they’d both been fucking for five minutes, the pain side had diminished to a dull ache. But all those demons within my being were now taking over. I was thrashing myself as hard against them as they were thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming desire to swear. I want to tell them to FUCK ME HARDER. But I couldn’t get my lips to utter the words.

Then as I was trying to muster my resolve, Stenn changed to his rapid pace. I knew the climax was almost here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. Then as he jerked violently, I could feel his hot cum, what a sensation that was. And then, like the time before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted onto Loathers dick, then exploded with such a flood of cum, the like of which none of these guys had ever seen before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank dream type memory, the pictures they took, and the comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions as to my extraordinary performance.

This time as Johan knew what he was doing; they just left me on my bed, while two of them got back to work. Johan transferred the pictures to my PC, then he joined his men, and that is where they stopped for the rest of the day. Now I’ve seen lots of men working doing various types of jobs. But to watch these three men, especially Stenn and Loather, it was amazing. There was no sauntering around, and standing chatting. It was almost reminiscent of an old Charlie Chaplin or Key Stone Cops movie. Everything was being done at double time.

Then as my Göran’s car pulled up in front of the house, I opened the door to greet my children that he has picked up on his way home from work. A lump comes to my throat, and as my Göran smiles at me, my eyes well-up with tears. I am really struggling to hold myself together; I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this. Then as Björn bounded his way towards me, I opened my arms. The feeling as he hugged me could only be matched by the feeling I got two seconds later as Helle did the same. I quickly smothered them with kisses, and turned them towards the house. Then as they raced each other to be first to switch on the TV, I brushed the tears away before turning back again to greet Göran. As my arms wrapped themselves around him, I hugged and kissed him passionately.

“Hey Camilla. Are you trying to squeeze me to death?”
“Oh god. Sorry. Oh Göran, I love you so much.”
“Hey Camilla. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just love you.”
“Well I know that, but you don’t usually try to prove it by choking the breath from my body. Is everything alright? Or has something happened today? And what's the workers truck still doing here?”
“No nothings wrong, it’s just been a long day, having to stop in with no one to talk to. I just needed to have a cuddle.”
“Come here.”

His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.
“Well that’s a sight you don’t see much any more.”
It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. Göran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we were still school kids that had been caught kissing in the playground.
“Ah. It’s you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was still doing here.”

“Nothing to worry about now, even though we are running a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big doors. But thanks to your lovely wife and some suggestions from my lads, we all managed to cum up on top.”
“So how did you get involved with helping them out?”
“Nothing really, I just let them use my PC to look for parts.”
“She’s being modest. Without her help, we’d never have cum up so many useful sites.”
“Yes she certainly knows her way around the PC. One day I’ll have to get her to teach me how to turn it on. Anyway if the problem is sorted, do you still expect to be finished by tomorrow?”
“Yes. We’ll be here at 7:30 in the morning. With the early start, we should be gone before you get home from work.”

“I’m just thinking aloud here. And if you have any objections, just say.”
Göran had started his conversation talking to Johan, but then he’d turned to look at me.
“It’s like this Johan; my wife is used to going to work, and being with people all day.”
“No Göran. There’s no need to bother Mr Erricson with my problems.”
“No darling. Let me finish. There’s no harm in asking. Johan can always say no if it's any trouble for him.”
“That’s right. But if there’s something I can do for your good lady, I’ll be only too pleased to help.”

“See my dear. Well it’s like this Johan, as I say she’s used to having people to talk to. I think this week, sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it sooner. But, if it doesn’t inconvenience you to much. I was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of company?”
“Why of course we will.”
“But Göran. They use their break to have a smoke, and you know you don’t like smoking in the house.”
“Sorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a thought.”
“No problem Mr Holmlund. Loather doesn’t smoke at all, and Stenn and I can have a quick blow while we’re working. I’m sure being in the company of your good lady will be more rewarding.”
“Well thank you Johan. There you are Camilla, looks like tomorrow you’ll have something to keep you busy. Ok I’m going in to get my well earned evening meal now, so if I don’t see you tomorrow morning, thanks for all the work you've done. Bye.”

With that we went in the house. But as I looked back out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, Göran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all those things to protect Göran and my children. But deep down, I knew this was not true, I’m just bad.

The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, children ready for nursery and school, and Göran getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they passed my kitchen window. Then Göran got his things together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, and I watched them drive off for the day. Before I’d closed the door, I heard my kitchen door opening. This was the door that led to the garden where the workmen were.

So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasn’t surprised to see them all walking towards me from my kitchen.
“Good morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?”
“Yes thank you. I suppose you’ve got those blank CD’s you want burning?”
“Well yes I have, but I’ve left them in your kitchen. They can wait until later. I think you can guess what we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure we looked after you. So we wouldn’t want to let him down, now would we?”

By now they had reached where I was standing by the front door, which placed us all at the foot of the stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and decided to just do as they wished without any question.
“Ok. I suppose I might as well make my way to the bedroom?”
“No my dear. Stenn has a new idea for you.”
Oh god! What ever can he have thought of to humiliate me more than yesterday? Because that seemed to be his turn-on. I didn’t get the impression that the sex was important to him, he just liked being dominant and humiliating me.
“Well aren’t you going to ask what the idea is?”
“I assumed you were going to tell me whether I asked or not.”

Then Stenn spoke up. Usually he’d shown his deference to his boss, by keeping quiet while he’d been talking.
“Don’t you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought we’d taught you yesterday who was in charge around here.”
He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling of ‘Oh God!’ was now more one of ‘Oh Shit!’
“I promise I wasn’t being cheeky, I just meant I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do.”

Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backed-off.
“See Stenn, there was no need for that kind of attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all proud today.”
Then turning to me.
“Aren’t you my dear?”
“Yes. I’ll do what ever you want.”
“I think you meant – Yes Master.”
“I’m sorry Master. Yes Master.”

“See we have an obedient little whore who will do our bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your husband’s camera, and be quick about it.”
I didn’t want them to take any more pictures, especially with my Göran’s camera. But I’d decided to get through the day by cooperating, so like the obedient little slut I was, I scampered up, and returned in seconds with the camera.
“Good girl, I’ll have that. Now before we go outside, I think we’ll all go and do what your husband asked. We’ll spend our first break in the house with you. Come-on then lads we’ll take our dirty old work trousers off, and leave them in the Kitchen where we left our boots.”

“But what if anyone calls to visit me?”
“Well it was your husbands request we kept you company, and he wouldn’t want our old clothes mucking up your lovely posh furniture.”
They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me access to their dicks. I was about to kneel on the floor, to start working on them.
“Get stripped off first, and don’t rush. Put some music on, and let’s see you move your body.”
We can all think that we’re good movers on a crowded dance floor, with a few drinks bending the mind. But being asked to dance about at 8:00 in the morning, stripping my clothes off as I go, with three men watching while they work on their rampant dicks, this was not going to work however hard I tried.
I put the music on, I danced about, I stripped naked, and then I danced some more. But I didn’t feel sexy, and it was fairly obviously not doing that much for them.

“Ok slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here and get your mouth working on our dicks.”
“Hang-on boss, you’ve let Stenn try his idea out, what about me getting her to do mine?”
“Yours? I didn’t know your brain had ideas. I thought you were all brawn and no brain.”
“That’s not fair boss I pull my weight.”
“Well we know you pull your plonker. But go on then Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I agree to it.”

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
Now before I carry on with the rest of their conversation, maybe a little more explanation is required. We are lucky in that our garden is not overlooked from either side, and we have two meter high fences that are lined with seven meter high trees that can’t be seen through. But as the garden is fairly narrow, the sun can’t actually get down into the garden for sunbathing until mid-morning. So my wonderful Göran had designed a sun-trap on the roof of our garage. That was what these men were doing, reinforcing the garage roof, and building a stair case along the side wall of the garage. Then to prevent prying eyes, and to stop the north wind, they were erecting a high wall on the other side of the garage. This gave me a raised sun deck that would catch the first-rays of the morning sun without the trees causing a shaded area. And the high wall that was behind me would give total privacy. So when Loather said you know the sun-trap, it was this new present of mine he was referring to.

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
“We ought to, that’s what we’ve been building these last few days.”
“Well wouldn’t it be good to have her out there in the open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of those stories, while we take her in all kinds of positions.”
“I like it. I think the boy has been using his head for once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that she goes crazy. And once she's got going, we’ll be able to do what we want with her. But we’ve still got this job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as a limit.”
“But boss, surely we haven’t got that much more to do to finish the job. Can't we just bang her till we’re whacked out?”
“Sorry Stenn. We’ll have one hour, then I want you both to get back to work. If as you say we haven’t got much more to do, then as far as I’m concerned, once the jobs in the bag, you can bang her until you see her husband’s car pulling onto the drive. I know that would give you a kick, seeing her greeting her husband, knowing your cum was still oozing from her cunt.”

“Ok boss. But I bet we’re finished before 12:00.”
“Well that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what ever way you want.”
All this talk went on, and not once was my consent asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the new staircase that they’d built on the side of our garage, and then we were up high in the air on the roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but the sun had been warming this little area up for at least two hours. And with the wall giving protection from the slight breeze, there really was no need for any clothes. Well not to keep you warm anyway.

So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be fucked by three men, and even though you maybe can’t call it rape, it certainly wasn’t voluntary. Someone spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my back. I was given the pages of the story.
“Shall I start from where we got to yesterday?”
“No. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather won’t know what’s going on.”
Stenn butted in.
“I don’t suppose it will matter, I’ve read these kind of stories before, and they’re just descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she wants as far as I'm concerned.”
Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of the story yesterday, Johan replied.
“No I think this story is better if you hear it from the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last night.”
“What ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse.”

So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, unless you really screamed very loud. So as I read, Johan was sucking one of my nipples, Loather the other. My legs were spread wide, and Stenn was working around my crotch. Well as you can imagine, the story, and the attention my body was getting, in moments my body had started to react. And of-course once my body started reacting, my morals went completely.

I’m not sure if it was having to read the rude words in the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked myself.
“Stenn. Fuck me Stenn.”
“You what!”
“Now Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick.”
“Fucking hell she’s hot today. Ok little lady, you asked for it.”

He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard dick up me as hard as he could.
“Fuck me Stenn. Make me have it. Fuck me hard.”
Well Stenn rammed me for all he was worth; I couldn’t read the story any more, because I’d lost all my concentration. Then to my surprise, I heard the story being read, it was Johan. Loather was still sucking my nipples; he’d taken them both over, going from one to the other. Now as he read, Johan lifted one of his legs astride my head, and leaned forwards. He could now place the pages on the floor, while he pushed his dick towards my mouth. This was wonderful; hearing someone else read the story, while being well and truly fucked, sucking a dick, and having my nipples worked on. Well as Stenn started showing signs of reaching his climax, I knew I’d be ready to join him. So as he started shooting, I let my cunt have its head, I didn’t just release the reigns and let it go, I was thrashing it with my whip. Well metaphorically, anyway. In other words I threw all caution to the winds, and became the slut my body wanted me to be.

They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and I was a more than willing participant. This session lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time they had me into position that I didn’t even know sex was possible in. I know I came more times in this one session than I’ve cum in the last month. All of the men came repeatedly, and I’m sure even they lost count. But I guess when they re-tell the event to their buddies, they’ll make up a suitable high number of times. So now as Johan rallied his men together to continue with the job in hand, I gathered my mattress, and made my way back to the house to have a shower.

I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CD’s that Johan had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not only were there three CD’s for me to put yesterdays pictures on, there was also my Göran’s camera, which contained the pictures they’d taken of today’s session. Why, if this is so wicked, which I’m sure it is, then why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, if I don’t get these pictures burnt to disc, I could end up having one of this lot telling my Göran about me.

So off I go, and before long there are three CD’s with high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of every description, with the three men. Once these are burnt, I erase them from Göran’s camera, and from my hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.

I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CD’s when I hear someone at the front door.
“Hi Lena, come-on in. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the centre of attraction.
“I thought this sun deck of yours would be finished by now, and as it’s a sunny day, I thought I’d come and help you try it out.”
“Well you’re welcome to try it out, but they’re still working out there.”

And with that we both looked out into the garden. The only one of the three men to put all his clothes back on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.
“God Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders wear?”
“Well in a way it Göran’s fault. He asked them to spend their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of them didn’t bother to put their old stuff back on. But at least they’re decent.”
“I’ll say they’re decent. That young one looks more than just decent, he looks good enough to eat.”

“Oh Lena. You’re wicked.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been tempted to go out there and molest him?”
“Don’t be so silly. They’re working. And you know I’ve got my Göran.”
“You might have Göran, but he’s not here, and they are. Working or not, I’m gonna’ go out there and see if I can divert their attention.”
With that she started stripping her dress off.
“You can’t be serious Lena.”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got my bikini on under this.”
“Thank god, for a moment I thought you were going out in just your knickers.”
“Well are you gonna’ put your costume on and join me?”
“Oh I guess so; the sun mattress is in the kitchen I’ve just put a new cover on it. I’ll go and get changed, are you going to wait for me?”

“No I think I’ll take a walk out there on my own, see if they notice me.”
“Oh they’ll notice you in that bikini; it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. There’s the phone, I’ll have to get that first, once I’ve got changed I’ll join you. Remember, behave yourself, you’re almost naked, and you don’t even know those guys.”
“Don’t worry, all men are the same, I’ll have them eating out of my hand by the time you come out.”
I remember thinking, if you’re not careful, they’ll be eating your cunt, never mind your hand. Well I answered the phone, it was the school; my little boy wasn’t feeling well. They didn’t want me to fetch him yet, they were just pre-warning me, to make sure I’d be in if they needed me.

So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was for the men to get the idea they could mess around with me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but I didn't want Lena to know about what they’d been doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop indoors until they’d finished fucking her, and she hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements told me they’d soon be finished.

Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her way down the staircase, I decided I’d make my way outside. She’d reached the bottom of the staircase by the time our eyes met.

“Lena. Are you alright?”
“God Camilla. Where have you been?”
“Sorry I got tied up on the phone, it was the school. Are you ok? You look like you've just run a marathon.”
“Let me get in the house, and I’ll tell you. It’s your bloody builders.”
I turned around and walked back to the house with her.
“My builders. Why what have they done.”
“Me! That’s what they’ve done. They raped me!”
Now this wasn’t the answer I wanted, if she had been raped, and we got the police involved, god only knows what the workmen might say about me to defend themselves.
“Surely not? You must have done something to encourage them?”

By now we were back indoors, and I’d poured her a stiff drink.
“Now tell me what happened.”
“Well I carried that air bed out, and as I got to the garage, I asked the younger one of them if he’d like to carry it up the stairs for me, and put it on the roof. The older one was already up there doing some job or other. Well as he climbed the steps, I walked up along side him, and put my hands around him, you know, just stroking his chest.”
“Why on earth did you do that? I told you to be careful; you’re not exactly dressed like a nun. You might know you’d be giving him ideas.”
“Well yes, but I never expected that he’d rape me.”

“So what happened?”
“Well as he was putting the mattress down, he just brought one arm around me, and rolled me down onto the mattress.”
“And then he got on top of you?”
“Well not straight away.”
“Go on then, what happened next?”
“Well, as he rolled me over to the mattress, I just grabbed onto what ever I could to stop myself falling. I didn’t mean to pull his shorts down.”
“Oh Lena! You pulled his shorts off?”
“Not on purpose. I just grabbed to save myself.”
“So who’ll believe that? So I guess once you’d pulled his shorts off, he pulled your bikini bottom off?”

“It all happened so quickly. As his shorts came down, his great big dick sprang out. Then from nowhere the other man appeared, and in seconds I was naked. They were all over me. I kept saying no. but they didn’t stop.”
“Well really Lena, did you expect them to?”
“I guess not. But you promise you won’t tell my Christer?”
“Don’t be silly, you know I won’t say a word. But are you alright?”
“Yes. It wasn’t that they hurt me; I guess it was quite pleasurable really. It was just them being in control, and not knowing who was watching.”
“Well no need to worry about that, which is why we picked that spot to sun bathe, it's totally secluded. And the builders won't dare say a word, not if as you say you were telling them no.”
“I think I’ll go home and get a shower, my Christer finishes early on a Friday, and I want to be refreshed before he comes home.”
“Ok bye for now, come around one day over the weekend, and we'll sunbathe together then.”
“Ok will do, bye for now”

So now she was gone, all I could think, which I know is very selfish, is, at least she’s held up the work, so they won’t have so much time to have sex with me. Well lunch time arrived, and they all packed up work, and made their way to the house. I asked them what they had been doing to my friend, but I got the story from a different angle. Like she said, she’d asked Loather to carry the air mattress up the stairs for her, which he said he did. But according to him, all the way up the steps, she’d been stroking his dick with her hand on the outside of his shorts. So by the time he got onto the roof, he said his dick was ready for her. Then while he was placing the mattress down, he says, she just stood there and lowered his shorts. So he said it would have been impolite not to have obliged her. Well who do you believe? I guess it doesn’t really matter who was telling the truth, the result was the same, and like I said, it had held up the building work, so they still hadn’t finished.

Now at this point, Stenn told me to sit on his knee. I thought.
“Oh god, here we go again.”
“Hold-up there Stenn. I said we’ll have no more playing about until this jobs finished. You and Loather have already put the job behind by larking around with that other trollop earlier on.”
So I looked like I’d be safe until the job was done.
“Have you done those photos for us?”
“Yes there’s three CD’s on the kitchen table.”
Well the rest of this break went without incident, and when it was over, they all trooped out to the Garden.

Then as they started work, an idea struck me. I ran out to the garage where Johan was working.
“Here’s the CD’s. I’ve just had a phone call from school; my little boy has been taken ill. I'll have to dash; I’ll lock the house when I go. I’ll get back as soon as I can, but if you’re gone by the time I get back, promise you won’t tell anyone about what you found on my PC.”
“Go on my dear. Playing around is one thing, but your children come first. And rest assured, your secret is safe with me. Hope everything is ok with your little boy. Take care.”

Well with that I was gone, straight around to one of my friends. When I got there, I phoned the school, to give them the phone number where I was in case they really did need to contact me. I waited until I knew my Göran would be on his way back from work before I made my way back home. The builder's truck was already gone, and I pulled into our drive about five minutes before Göran. This was the end to what had been a long two days. I didn’t contact the English author for about a week, as I felt so guilty. But then one day, I decided I’d just email him, to see how he was. Well he sent me another story, and I resumed my conversations with him via emails, as if the two days of hell had never happened.

After about three weeks, I'd just started to put the whole event out of my mind, it was early evening, there was a phone call, and Göran answered it.
“Camilla, it’s a man for you, I don't recognise his voice."
I took the phone, never dreaming it would be anything out of the ordinary.
“Hello, Camilla speaking.”
“Hello slut, remember me? You still owe me a fuck.”
I guess I turned white, but for a second or two I was stunned. Then as I stood there in silence, I had Göran asking me something, while Stenn was questioning me on the phone.
“What’s wrong dear? Who is it?”
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Err. It’s no one dear.”
“But you’ve gone all pale, you look terrified.”
“Oh sorry darling. It's just some bad news; a friend’s dog has died.”

Then from the phone Stenn spoke up.
“Now I wonder why you’ve got dogs on your mind, I bet you’ve been drooling over them dirty stories again.”
“Well who is it?”
“It’s just someone from work, but she’s too upset, that’s why her husband has rung me.”
“Ok, but what is he ringing you for, surely there’s nothing you can do to help.”
Stenn spoke up again.
“Tell him she wants you to go around to see her now, while he handles getting the dog to the vet. Then you can come and fuck me.”
“No I couldn’t possibly come out now.”
“What do they want you to do?”
“Oh it’s ok; he just wanted me to go around. She’s upset, and he wanted me to go and sit with her while he takes the dog to the vet. But I told him it’s too late for me to go out now.”
“You go. Your friend needs you. I'll look after everything here.”
“If you don’t come now, I’ll put a copy of this CD in the post to your husband.”

My mind was racing, here was Stenn threatening me, and me telling lies, like I did it for a living. And my lovely Göran was as usual, being caring and considerate.
“Meet me in ten minutes, in the car park of the Holiday Inn. Don’t be late, other wise I’ll be sending this CD, or at least a copy of it.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind if I go?”
“Don’t be silly, if your friend needs you, you go now. I’ll wait up for you.”
“I’ll get back as soon as I can. But there really is no need to wait up.”
“Well I’ll wait up all the same. Now you get yourself off, and help your friend out.”

The guilt came flooding back, here I was lying my head off, and going to meet a man to let him fuck me! I got in my car, and I was soon pulling into the car park of the Holiday Inn. As I slowly made my way through the car park, a car parked in one of the bays, flashed his headlights. God; that must be him. My heart sank, I knew I didn’t want to meet this guy, and I’d been getting more and more nervous as I’d travelled along. But now as my fate was sealed, the reality hit me hard. I got out of my car, and locked the door. Then as I walked these last few paces towards his car, my foot steps were getting smaller, and slower. Then as his window slid down, Stenn’s face appeared, revealing his smug grin.

“Come on slut, I haven’t got all fucking night. Get that fucking cunt of yours around to the passenger side.”
I didn’t reply, but now realised that Stenn would be even more brutal in his attitude now he hadn’t got the watchful eye of Johan keeping him in check. I opened the car door, and sat myself down along side him. As I reached back to pull the door closed, I felt his hand forcing its way into my crotch.
“Get that fucking arse forward on the seat, and spread your legs so I can get at your cunt.”
I did as he’d ordered, and as I slid forwards, his fingers went in past the side of my panties, and up my hole. With the door now shut, I lay back on the seat, legs wide open, with Stenn ramming away into me with his fingers.

“Get your fucking cunt over into the back, and get stripped off.”
There were no niceties like please or thank you, just cruel orders barked sharply. I did as ordered, and within seconds he was climbing into the back to join me. He hadn’t stripped, just undone his belt and lowered his trousers.
I lay back naked and opened wide, and he was soon fucking me like he hadn’t got a second to loose. And indeed, he was cuming up inside me before I’d even started to get relaxed.

“Right bitch, you can get yourself dressed now.”
I’d thought ahead, and brought tissues with me in my bag, so I was soon cleaned-up and dressed. Then as I was about to pull on the door handle to let myself out I said.
“Ok you’ve had what you wanted. Can I have the CD back now?”
“Back! Are you joking? I’m keeping that; it will give me many nights of good jacking-off material. Hey what do you think you’re doing?”
I’d pulled the door handle, but he must have had some kind of child locks on, as it had no effect at all.
“I was going back home, I’ve done what you wanted.”

“You’re going where I take you; I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“But please. I’ve let you make love to me. My Göran is waiting up for me.”
As he started the engine, and the car drove off down the road at great speed, he said.
"He’ll have a long wait then, wont he?”
“Please I’m begging you, my children might need me.”
“They don’t need a fucking dirty bitch like you; you’re going where you can make better use of your talents.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll soon find out, now shut your fucking face, or I’ll have to gag you.”

I sat in silence, watching the roads flash by, as we drove off into the darkness on roads I didn’t recognise. We travelled for about thirty minutes. Then the car slowed and pulled into a roadside pullover, and stopped right behind a big Mercedes car. All the doors opened on the car, and in the pool of light from our headlights, I saw four men approaching us. One was only a small man, who looked quite old, but the other three were massive, like bodyguards.
“Ok bitch, this is the end of the line. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it straight away or I’ll fucking beat the shit out of you. You understand me?”
I was too terrified to speak; I just sat there trembling and nodded.
“I asked you a fucking question bitch. Do you fucking understand me?”
“Y Y Yes. I I’m sorry.”

With that he jumped from his door, and went to greet the men as they came level with his car. He shook the hand of the old man, who by the body language of everyone out there, it was obvious was the man in control. He then pointed to the back of the car, and walked up and pulled one of the back doors open.
“Get out.”
I climbed out, and stood there trembling, with all eyes upon me.

The old man, who I later found out was called Hans, spoke first.
“Let’s see her tits.”
Stenn spun around, and looking directly in my face he said.
“You heard the man.”
I just started unbuttoning my blouse, and then lifted my bra to show my breasts to the assembled group of men.
“Yeh, they’re ok. Spin her around, and get her to bend down and show me her goodies.”
Again I got the look from Stenn, and I instantly turned around. Put my hands up my skirt, dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Then I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist. And spread my legs wide open as I bent down. All this without Stenn saying a word.

I felt someone, I guess Hans, spreading my pussy lips open, and probing with at least two fingers. He probed my pussy for about twenty seconds, and then pulled out, and started pushing one of his fingers up my bottom.
“Yes, she’ll do. $10,000 wasn’t it?”
“You agreed to pay $20,000.”
“Well. Now I’m saying ten. Unless you want to argue the point with my friends back here?”
And with that he pulled his finger from my bottom, and I stood up in time to see him gesturing to the three big bodyguards standing behind him.

Stenn looked gutted as he took the money from the outstretched hand. But he realised he wasn’t in a good bargaining position.
“Ok take the fucking bitch; she’s getting fucking sloppy anyway.”
Suddenly the man gripped the money before it left his hand. Stenn gave a tug to try to retrieve it, but as the man nodded his head, two big men lurched forwards, and pinned Stenn back against his car, gripping his wrists as they pulled him away. Hans was stood there in front of him, money still in hand.

“So you think she’s getting sloppy, and you were still going to charge me the full price for her? Tie him down.”
These men didn’t need to be told how to do this; it was obviously something they’d done many times before. They’d produced a rope from their car, and in less than a minute Stenn was tied by his wrists to his door mirrors, laying face down over the bonnet (hood) of his car.

“Right my dear, I’m sure you have cause to want to get even with this man?”
I was just stood there, still petrified, and I had no idea how to respond to his question.
“I I don’t know.”
“Why are you stupid? Or are you just retarded?”
“N N No. I just want to go home to my children.”
“But my dear, surely you realise he's just sold you to me?”
“Well I guess so, but I need to get home as soon as you’ve done what you want to me.”
“You don’t get it, do you? You’re coming with me. If you do good, and men like you, I’ll keep you in a hotel. But if you do turn out to be a sloppy old hag, or you don’t please men clients, then you’ll end up walking the streets, and living in a brothel until I can sell you on.”

I burst into tears, and couldn't get the words to make a sentence.
“Sob. Please. Sob. My babies. Sob. My husband. Sob. God no. Sob. Sob. I beg you. Please.”
“Carry on like that, and I’ll sell you on tonight. Get your fucking self together or you’ll only be fit for dog fucking vids.”
“Please I beg you. Sob.”
“If you don’t want to end up making dog fuck movies, you’d better stop that crying.”
“S Sorry. Sniff. I won’t cry. I promise.”

“Ok get over there and take his belt from his pants.”
I didn’t know what this was leading to, but I went to Stenn, reached under his belly, and undid his buckle, then pulled his belt from his trousers.
“Pull his pants off.”
I unzipped his pants and started pulling them down.
“And his boxers. I want to see his bare arse.”
I reached back up to the waist band of his shorts, and pulled them down, collecting the trousers on the way. As soon as I’d got them from his feet, the bodyguards moved in, taking an ankle each, and tying him with legs spread wide apart.

“Ok my dear. This is your initiation test. Get it right, and you’ll sleep in a hotel bed. Fuck-up, and you’ll spend the night in the car boot (trunk), and by this time tomorrow, you’ll have made your first dog-porn movie. Do you understand me?”
I was terrified, and would have done what ever he told me to.
“Yes.”
“Yes master.”
“Yes Master.”

“Good. Take his belt, and thrash him as hard as you can, if you don’t make wheals on his flesh, I’ll have my lads demonstrate on your own arse, so make it good.”
I took hold of the belt doubled it over in my hand, and lashed across his bare bottom as hard as I could. He flinched, and his buttocks clenched as the belt cracked down on his flesh.
“That was good. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
I kept on thrashing, but my arm soon got weak, and after about ten lashes, he said.
“Ok that will do.”

Then as I turned to look towards Hans, he handed me a big rubber dildo.
“Ok girl, I want to see this going right up his arse.”
Now I hated Stenn, but I knew that there was no way I could force a dry, un-lubricated dildo of this size up inside him.
“Have you got anything to lubricate it?”
“Force it up, make the bastard squeal.”

I didn’t think this was a man to argue with, so I took it across to his bottom, and pushed it at his hole. No way was it going to go up there without some kind of lubrication.
“If you don’t get it up, you’re sleeping in my boot and fucking dogs tomorrow.”
I pushed as hard as I could, but it just folded over in my hands.
“Use some common sense my girl. Either stick your tongue up his arse, or stick the dildo up your cunt to wet it.”

He was of-course right, but neither of these options appealed to me. His look told me I hadn’t got long to make up my mind, so not liking the thought of licking his bottom; I squatted with my knees apart, and eased the big dildo up inside myself. I’d soon got it going up to full length inside me, and my juices were really flowing. Quicker than I’d expected, and more than usual. All I can think is I was excited by having an audience.

Very soon I was pulling the now slimy wet dildo from between my thighs, and as I pushed at his bottom, it entered.
“Good girl. Now keep spitting on it as you push it up him.”
Now although I’d used the juices from my pussy to lubricate the dildo, I hadn’t done this to make it easier for Stenn. After all I owed him no favours; it was his fault I was here in the first place. So as I followed instructions and rammed this big dildo in and out of his bottom, Stenn was thrashing about against his bonds, and hating every moment. Whereas, I was now getting some kind of perverted pleasure making him suffer, and providing I could get the dildo to force its way in, I was forgetting about spitting on it. How long I fucked his bottom for I don’t know, but I began to realise that Hans was talking to me.

“Ok. Ok that’ll do. I think you’ve earned your hotel bed. You can stop now.”
I pulled the dildo out and turned to give it back to Hans.
“I don’t want it. Go on have one last stab at him. Ram it up, and we’ll leave him out here.”
I pushed the big dildo up him once more, forcing it in to full depth. Then I leaned my mouth down towards his head.
“I hope that fucking hurt you. I hate you for what you've done to me.”
Then I turned to Hans.
“Please master, can I just collect my bag from his car?”
“Ok. Be quick.”

I dashed back into his car, collected my bag, and searched furiously around his car hoping to find the CD.
“Come-on. If you’re not out here in two seconds, you’ll be sorry.”
I’d just about given up any hope of finding it, when as I was about to shut the door, I saw it lying in the door pocket. I picked it out, and lay it on the sill of the door, so when I slammed the door shut, it crushed the CD. Well at least that had got rid of Stenn’s blackmail hold over me. I dashed to where Hans was stood waiting for me.

“Its only 12:30, I think we can take you to see some friends of mine, then you can show me if you’re gonna be worth the money you just cost me. Oh I forgot, in the end, I got you for nothing, so I guess even if I have to sell you on for dog meat, you’ve got to be worth the cost of the petrol.”
He ushered me into the back of his car, and as he followed me in he barked an order to the driver.
“To Klein’s place.”

As we sped our way along the road, he asked.
“Have you done anal?”
“Yes master.”
“Good you remembered. Have you done double penetration?”
“Yes master.”
“Have you fucked with an animal?”
“No master.”
“Will you lick my arse for me?”
“Yes master. Do you want me to do it now master?”
“No. But so far you’ve got top marks. You are a bit old, and you’ve had children, but if you make the effort, and try hard, I’m sure I can make use of you for at least a couple of years. But don’t forget, the first time I get a bad report from one of my clients, I’m selling you on for dog meat.”

He then used his cell phone to call Klein, the man he was taking me to meet. After about twenty minutes or so, the car pulled up in the drive to a big house. We all got out, and I followed along at his side like an obedient little dog. When a man appeared at the door, Hans and he exchanged greetings, as old friends do. Then Hans turned around and gesturing towards me he said.
“Here she is, I’ll leave her with you for the night, and I’ll send someone around tomorrow to pick her up. Be on your guard though, she's new, and I don’t know if she can be trusted. Give me a call sometime tomorrow and tell me what you thought of her. Bye till I see you again.”
Then he turned again to me.
“Well go on then, get yourself inside.”
With that he turned around and was gone.

The door shut, and the man who was in his forties, and only about my height, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked me down the long hallway. He took me into a small room and he sat himself on a chair.

“Ok my dear. The rules of this game are that you are my daughter. And you’ve been sent home from boarding school, for misbehaving. So first, get yourself undressed, and into the clothes in that wardrobe. They are all school uniforms in there, of various sizes. When you are dressed, and don’t take to long about it, come and join me and my guests in the lounge. You’ll find it if you turn left out of this door, and knock on the third door you come to. Don’t be silly and try to leave the house, the guard dogs don’t ask questions. They’ll just rip you to shreds. Any questions before I go?”
“Do I call you daddy when I come into the room?”
“Yes my dear. What is your name?"
"Camilla."
"Very nice, ok, I’ll call you Millie. Now don’t be long.”

He left the room, and I quickly stripped off and found which size of uniform fitted me. In less than five minutes I was knocking on the third door along the big long hallway.
“Come in.”
I opened the door; it was a large room, with six men seated around a circular table. The table was a sturdy wooden one, lined in green baize; the men were obviously in the middle of a game of cards. The man who’d brought me into the house, walked across to meet me.
“Well gentlemen, it looks like my errant daughter has eventually arrived. Late as usual, aren’t you Millie?”
I just tried to answer with what I thought he’d want to hear.
“Sorry daddy.”

“I’ll bet you are now! Getting yourself expelled from the most expensive school in the country, and only a month into the start of the year. Right my dear, all of my friends here have donated money to sponsor your education, so I think they’ll all want to be involved in your punishment. You’d consider that fair wouldn’t you my dear?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Right gentlemen; are we all in favour of suspending the game, and sorting out this delinquent daughter of mine?”
They all had their own remarks to make, but there were no dissenting voices. On the contrary, they looked like they couldn’t wait a second to get at me. The cards were soon packed away, and the table top was folded up. It was a very strange table and within a few seconds it unfolded, now in a very different guise. The top was still circular, but now it was black leather covered. Hanging down from the table top on my side were two wooden arms that didn’t quite reach the floor. On the far side, built into the table top, were two leather straps, positioned about a metre apart.

My attention was suddenly diverted from the preparation of the table, back to ‘daddy’.
“So what is it going to be? Six of the best on your bare bottom, we’ll each have one slap.”
“I know I deserve it daddy, but please don’t make me take my knickers down.”
I knew they would, but I counted on this line exciting them, and maybe earning me some credits.
“NOT TAKE YOUR KNICKERS DOWN! You cheeky little bitch. For that, I think we’ll make it two slaps each. Now come over here.”

He walked backwards and sat down, leading me behind him by the hand. His chair was pushed away from the table, but still facing it. I was turned, so that I stood in between him and the table with my back to him, facing the table. The men around the table turned the table top, so that I was stood exactly in the mid position between the two wooden arms that were hanging down from the table.
“Lean forwards, and stretch your arms across the table.”
I did as he’d ordered, and two men the other side of the table took hold of my wrists. Whilst they pulled hard, stretching me to reach the restraining straps, two more men proceeded to tighten the straps around my wrists. These straps were then tensioned with a mechanism built into the table top. The tensioning of these straps on my wrists pulled me across the table pinning my groin to the table’s edge.

I felt daddy lifting the hem of my school tunic and pulling it up over my back. Then his hands were on the waist band of my knickers, and he was very slowly drawing them down over my bottom, down my legs and eventually off my feet. As soon as they left my feet, he snapped out an order.
“Spread your legs.”
Once again I instantly complied with his orders, opening my legs as wide as I could. But being pinned to the table’s edge, it meant my feet were now clear of the floor. A man at either side of ‘daddy’ took hold of my ankles, and pulled hard. Then I realised what the two wooden arms were that hung down from the table. Each ankle was placed into a strap that was fixed to the end of each of these arms. Then like my wrists had been, these arms were tensioned with a built-in mechanism. This pulling, not only stretched me wider, but hurt me at the top of my legs, forcing me to let out a slight.
“Yelp!”

Then daddy’s hand touched my left leg, just about knee height, on the inside. Just that touch was enough; I felt my pussy start throbbing. God, I knew that no matter how much pain they inflicted, this was going to make me cum, and I felt an anticipation I can’t explain. Gone all the fear, guilt, and trepidation. From now on I knew my wicked inner slut was in control of my body.
“Oh daddy no. Please daddy, don’t rub your hand any higher.”
“You cheeky little bitch.”
“SLAP”
His hand cracked across my inner thigh at stocking top height.
“Oh daddy no. You might catch my twinkle if you slap me up there.”

As expected his next slap was square across my pussy. But instead of a loud Slap sound, maybe because my pussy flesh is not hard and flat or because it was already wet and dripping or a combination of both, but the sound was more of a squelching noise like hitting a puddle. But the sting was still real, and so was my reaction. I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”

“Ok, let’s see whose next.”
Then someone must have operated some kind of trigger, because the table slowly started to revolve. Not spinning at high speed, just slowly turning by itself, like I was a kebab, and they were the hot gas burners. But unlike a kebab, this spit roast had six of them burning into my pussy with their eyes as I slowly rotated around in front of them. Then without anyone touching anything, it stopped. As I was facing a different man, I knew who ever it was that would be dealing out punishment to my pussy, it wouldn’t be daddy, but I couldn’t see who it would be. Then the man I was facing stood up, and unclipped the section of the table that my chin was resting on, and removed it. So now not only was my pussy exposed for the man behind me to use as he saw fit. But it was also possible for this man in front of me to present his dick directly to my mouth, which he immediately did. I’d opened my mouth, and was just about to take his dick, when a massive slap landed squarely across my pussy. And soft flesh or not, this one landed with a.
“Crack.”

It was a good job for the man in front, that I hadn’t already got his dick in my mouth; otherwise I might have bitten it off! As it was I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”
Then the dick forced its way into my mouth, and he started fucking my face. Then the second blow struck my pussy, and I gagged as I almost swallowed his dick. As the third slap made contact, a bleeping noise started.
“Ok lads, time to change.”
And the man with the dick in my mouth, pulled it free as quickly as he’d put it in. Then the table started rotating again, stopping almost immediately. My face had passed only two men. I assumed from this, that this table was some kind of very sophisticated device especially designed for this kind of sexual punishment.

Once again the man in front got to his feet, and a dick was entering my mouth. But this time, I’d just started sucking when I felt the man behind me rubbing my inner thigh gently. This instantly brought a flood of juices from my pussy, and I sucked the dick in my mouth as hard as I could. The man stood in front reacted by forcing his dick at my throat, and I took it without any sign of gagging. Then the man behind me started pulling the lips of my pussy open, and I felt what must have been his tongue flicking my clit. I wanted fucking but I knew this would not be the reaction they wanted from me, so I tried reversing the request.
“Daddy. Please stop him. Don’t let him fuck me.”

As I’d expected, daddy lapped this up, and said to the man.
“Go-on give the bitch a good poking.”
I didn’t have to wait long; the tongue left my pussy, but was soon replaced with a big bell-end of a dick probing for my hole. Once it found the slippery valley that led to my pussy, it just forced its way inside until his hips contacted my bottom. Then he fucked away, with slow leisurely strokes. But shit! The bleeping noise started again, and the dicks from both my mouth and pussy both slipped out as the table started rotating once again.

This was so frustrating, they’d no sooner start getting me going before they’d be pulling out. Then the next two men would be coming in. But I’d never know if my pussy was going to receive a hot hard dick, or a cold painful slap. They carried on this treatment for over an hour, making a joke of my reaction as I bounced between pain and pleasure. Eventually, after they’d all cum several times, in my mouth, pussy and arse, they let loose my bonds, and I was allowed to fall to the floor, where I curled up in a ball.

I’d only been laid there for less than a minute, when I felt, first a cold wet nose, as he sniffed around my bottom, then a warm tongue, as he started licking all around my exposed wet crotch. I instantly straightened my legs and turned onto my back.
“GET OFF.”
I shouted at the big black Doberman that was now probing, again using his nose.
“HEY BITCH. DON’T YOU SHOUT AT MY DOG! He lives here, you’re just a slave.”
I’d now sat up, and was using my hands to try and fend-off the dogs probing, as he pushed his head hard down into my inner thighs.
“DO I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU OR WHAT? GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DOG. And if he wants to eat your fucking twat, you get your legs open.”

I knew these men would only force me if I resisted, and I’d probably get a beating as well, so reluctantly, I took my hands away.
“That’s better; now get your legs open.”
I slowly laid myself back down, and let my legs fall open, not wide, but enough for the dog to get his tongue into my crotch. I lay motionless, with tears bleeding from the corners of my eyes, my hands cupping my face to hide my shame. But my beastly bodily instincts were to pour more shame upon me. I was suddenly aware that I’d drawn my knees up and wider apart. Moreover, my hips were lifting, giving the impression that I was enjoying his attention. I made a mental effort to stop my humping, but although I managed to close my legs slightly, my efforts were futile. My humping steadily increased as the dogs probing got deeper, and I let my legs fall wide following an instinctive reaction.

By now all the men were either standing or kneeling around me in a circle.
Their comments were all inferring what a slut I was, and how much I loved the dog’s attention. But hate their words as much as I did, I guess they were right, I was now in full flow, humping up and down violently. Not I hasten to add, to prevent the dogs access, but to enhance the pleasure the dog was giving me.

“Milli my dear, lets have you on your hands and knees. It will feel more natural for Boston to lick his bitch when she’s the right way up.”
With this gently spoken request I was given lots of helping hands to assist me, and I was soon on my hands and knees, with Boston (as I now knew was the dogs name), licking as though we hadn’t been interrupted. My humping, was now somewhat different, I was now more pushing my pussy back towards him. I’d forgotten all about being ashamed, and the tears had gone. I know it’s hard to believe now, but at the time, I was genuinely surprised by the next event.

Boston stopped licking, and my first reaction was to turn my head to see why. But before I’d had chance to focus my eyes to where I thought Boston was, I felt his chest landing on my back, with his great long legs hanging down either side of my bust gripping inwards. I hadn’t time to react in any way, before what seemed like an attack from every quarter at once, was launched upon my body. As Boston tried to grip me tight by hooking his legs around my chest, a man either side had took hold of each knee, holding it still. Another man had grabbed my shoulders. And Boston’s dick was stabbing wildly all around the tops of my legs and crotch area.

I did feign a feeble protest struggle, but in truth, I knew it was pointless. And when Boston’s dick scored a direct hit, it slipped up inside my hole effortlessly. He then proceeded to fuck me in that characteristic frenzied dog way that we are all used to seeing street dogs fuck each other in the scenes from third-world ghettos. His knot was ramming the lips of my pussy, and with every successive push, as my pussy got more excited, it forced itself a little deeper in.  Before he’d been ramming at me for a minute, I felt the massive swollen knot entering my pussy. My pussy lips closed around the base of his dick, locking him firmly inside me. By now his dick must have been swollen to a monster size, because as it pulsed inside me, my tummy was feeling inflated. The humiliation that I’d first felt, now was forgotten, as I now revelled in the emotions this pounding was generating.

All hands had now released me, and it was just me and Boston. When I felt him shooting his load of cum, I reacted with a frenzied jerking action pumping not only Boston’s dick and swollen knot out of my pussy, but flooding a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Boston’s, and the residue from the six men. As I regained my control, I found myself lying back in a ball on the floor; bottom up in the air, with Boston licking deep into my pussy.

I turned over onto my back without having to be told to, and opened my legs to give him unrestricted access. Within a few minutes, Boston was humping all around my body, poking his dick at me from all angles.
“Come-on Milli. You can see he wants another go at you.”
I didn’t wait to be forced; I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and Boston was immediately around behind me, and getting mounted. It still took him a few stabs to find my hole, but once found, he was right in to full depth, knot and all in only a few pumps. This was another frenzied fuck, but as I had cum so many times already tonight, I was taking longer to reach a full blooded orgasm. But Boston shot his load in no time at all and immediately dismounted, turning to face the other way. But my pussy was locked tightly around his knot, and wasn’t going to let it go. So as Boston ran over to get praise from his master, I was dragged behind him, by the base of his dick!

This caused much amusement to all the men; they thought it hilarious, seeing me being dragged around like a rag doll stuck to his arse. Then as I’d hoped his knot was shrinking, he decided he wanted another fuck, and he just turned back around, lifting himself onto my back, and started fucking. He repeated this same humiliation at least four more times, and I began to think, I was locked onto him permanently! But I reasoned with myself, that I’d managed to dismount him the first time, because my pussy had dilated so much when I’d had my orgasm. So I guessed, if I wanted to get his dick out, my quickest method was to assist his fucking, by working on my clit at the same time. I gathered all my resolve and forgot about being humiliated, I just let myself go.

So as he mounted me for another fuck, I reached back in between my own legs, and worked my clit for all I was worth. Then as I saw one of the men was within reach, I took hold of his dick, and encouraged him towards my mouth. So now I had a dog fucking my pussy for all he was worth, my mouth forced down onto a guy’s dick, and my other hand back between my legs, frigging my clit. I let my mind drift to where ever it wanted to go, and I felt my orgasm building. As Boston shot once again, the man in my throat did the same. My pussy exploded again, and this time, as Boston turned around, and trotted away, his dick pulled out with a loud.
“Plop!”

“Well gentlemen, I think we can say the girl’s earned her bed for the night. Come-on then Milli, I’ll take you up to your room.”
With that I was taken to a room, where I was allowed to shower, and then retire to bed. I could see by the bedside clock that it was gone five o’clock, and I lay in bed wondering what my husband would be doing, and if my darling babies were ok. The tears streamed down my face all night as I turn first one way then the other, but try as I might, sleep eluded me, and eventually I saw the dawn breaking through the gap in the curtains.

“Good morning my dear, are we feeling refreshed and ready for a brand new day?”
I turned to face the man that had walked into my room.
“God! Milli, you look like shit! You’d better get your fucking self out of that bed and get tidied up. If Hanns get here to pick you up and he sees you looking like that, he’ll fuck off without you. And then he’ll send the meat wagon out here to pick you up. I can assure you, you won’t like where they take you, or what they’ll be expecting you to do. Now come on before he gets here. You were a good girl last night, so I’ll put a good word in for you. Come-on, lets get you to the bathroom.”

He had his hands on my arm, and was encouraging me to slide out of the bed. I had lost the will to resist, but also, lost any interest in doing anything. It seems now the sexual adrenalin from the night before had worn-off, I was left as an empty shell. I slid from the bed, but just sat sprawled on the floor. Not that I wasn’t able to get up, I just couldn’t see the point in it.
“Come-on Milli, be a good girl, I don’t want to see you getting sold for dog meat. If we get you cleaned-up, and you pop a couple of these pills, by the time Hanns arrives, you’ll look as fresh as a daisy. Come-on and then I’ll tell him how good you were last night. It won’t be such a bad life, you enjoy the fucking, and you’ll get well treated if you give the punters what they want.”

I still lay there, not wanting to move.
“Well fuck you then! It’s your funeral. But he’ll be here in less than half an hour, so you’d better make your mind up quick.”
With that he turned on his heals, and disappeared through the door. I lay there in a heap by the side of the bed. I was no longer sobbing; I just lay there in a kind of motionless trance. Then the door opened again, it was as though no time had passed, but in reality, the hands on the bedside clock had moved a good forty minutes.

“What the fucking hell is wrong with her?”
“Search me. She was great after you left her. And she fucked like a good’n into the early hours. But when I came in this morning, she was like a zombie. I can’t get any kind of reaction from her.”
“Well it’s a good job I didn’t pay good money for her. I haven’t got time to sort her out. Pity though, I was looking forwards to fucking her myself. Still, there’s plenty more out there. I’ll get someone to pick her up later, you can make use of her in the mean time if you want to or if not, you can let your dogs have her, I know they enjoy a good bitch.”
Then he turned around, and they both left the room.

How long I lay there I have no idea, time stood still, it was like my life force had ebbed from my body. Men arrived, I can't remember what they said, and I had no idea who they were. They literally dragged me across the floor, and one of them bundled me onto his shoulder. I was carried outside to a waiting van, and bundled in a heap on the floor in the back. The van started, and I was thrown from side to side as they sped their way to where ever they were taking me. Then the van stopped, and I heard the front doors open, then seconds later the back doors spread wide flooding in the daylight. I was immediately hauled up onto one of the men’s shoulders, and carried indoors. The man stood still in a large hallway, and then I heard a familiar sound. Lift doors? The man stepped forwards, and yes now I could see I was right, he’d carried me into a lift! He turned around, and the lift started going down, very slowly, then the noise again as the doors opened. The man now walked out into what I later found out was a large room, where he tipped me off his shoulder, and I dropped onto a settee. He didn’t speak, he just turn back around, and I heard the lift doors shut, then the sound of the lift disappearing. Then there was an eerie silence. I lay there slumped in a heap not having the will or the inclination to move. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t sleep, I was in a form of suspended animation.

The lights went out, I have no idea how long I’d been there. The lights came back on, I guessed it must be morning, but I have no recollection of sleeping. I can hear the lift coming down, now the doors open.
“Hey! You! Here’s some food.”
The lift doors close, and the lift rises again, and I’m now back in silence. Time passes, nothing happens, I just want to die.
The lift is coming again, now the doors open.
“What the fuck is the matter with you? You haven’t eaten a thing all day. Here’s your evening meal. If you don’t sort yourself out by tomorrow morning, we’ll be looking to move you on.”
The lift goes back up again, and the silence shouts and screams in my ears. The lights go out; I guess its night time again. It could be hours that have passed, it could be days, I have no idea.

The lights are on again, is it morning already? Still no sleep, just this numb dream world, did I say dream? No I meant nightmare world, no dream could be like this. I am beginning to think I must be already dead; maybe this is what its like to be dead. Maybe you do hear voices when you’re dead. No I’m just going mad. The lift again. I can’t be dead; otherwise I wouldn’t know it was the sound of a lift.
“You! Look at me.”

No I’m not dead; I can feel his rough hand on my shoulder, as he pulls me over to face him. He is a big thick-set man, in need of a shave, and shabbily dressed.
“Slap!”
His hand lands squarely across my face, and it stings like hell. Well I can’t be dead.
“I said look at me you bitch. That’s better. Now why the fucking hell are you acting like this?”
His face was square on in my face, and the foul smell of his breath was another indication that I was still in this world. I stared into his eyes; they were getting madder by the second.

“Slap!”
“I asked you a fucking question. Fucking wake up.”
This is difficult to understand, I never even thought about answering him. I just stared at him in disbelief.
He turned to the man stood next to him.
“She’s fucking flipped. I’m gonna go and ring Helmund, to see if he can find anyone who’ll take her.”
“But what about the filming?”
“She’s not gonna be any good for filming; in fact, I can’t think she’ll even be any good to sell for use in a flesh pit. Who’d pay money to fuck that heap of shit?”

They both left, and I was again on my own in silence. Now I know I said I have no idea of time, but they weren’t gone very long this time, before I heard the doors opening again.
“Well my dear, maybe this will bring you to your senses?”
I didn’t look up.
“Not interested in this news-paper? You should be. Looks like your husband wants you back. Fuck knows why, but he’s posted a 10,000 euro reward for information about your whereabouts.”
It was like someone had flicked a switch on the Hoover, my body burst into life. I was all at once, filled with anticipation, pain, hunger and just about every other emotion you can imagine. I sprung from the lying down position, to being seated, and stretching myself forwards to try to see the news-paper he was holding.

“Let me see, please let me see.”
“Well fuck me! She is alive. Now steady on. You get yourself sat back down there.”
"Please let me see what it says.”
"You sit still; I’ll read the bits you need to know. Looks like he has no idea what has happened to you. The police think you’ve just run-off with a lover by the looks of their statement. But your husband is convinced that someone must be holding you against your will. Well my dear looks like someone believes in you.”
“Please are you going to let me go home?”

“Now why should we do that?”
“Please, I beg you.”
“But we paid good money for you, and even if we claim the reward, we’ll only just break even.”
“But please, my children need me.”
“Well maybe we can strike a bargain?”
“Anything! I’ll do anything, just please send me home.”

“So at last you’re starting to see sense? Maybe we can strike a deal, and if you keep your end of the bargain, you could end up seeing your children again.”
”Please I'm begging you. I’ll do what ever you want, anything at all, just so long as you let me go home to my babies.”
“Ok first things first. There's a bathroom through there, first thing, get yourself cleaned-up, you look a mess, and smell foul. Then I’ll have some food brought down for you, and you make sure you eat it. I’ll also send down something for you to read. We’ll get you smartened-up tomorrow morning, and start filming you tomorrow afternoon. So you read the script for the part you have to play in the filming, because if you fuck-up this chance, you wont get another. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll do it real good I promise.”
“Well make sure you do, because I’ll have to lay out money tomorrow to get the actors and film crew in, and that lot doesn’t come cheap.”
“I won’t let you down I promise. Thank you.”

They both left, but now I was somehow on cloud nine, I can’t explain why. Here I was, still in the hands of some kind of unspeakable men, and about to embark on the filming of a porno film. But none of that seemed to matter; all I could think of was that I would now be able to return home to my children and loving husband.

I rushed around as if floating on air; I was even singing to myself while I had my bath! When I came out from having my bath, there was a hot meal waiting for me, which I ate with a ravenous appetite. Then as I settled myself into bed for the night, I picked up the large folder that contained the story-line for the porno film that they wanted me to perform in the next day.

I read the story, and I’m ashamed to say, I even got worked-up whilst reading! In fact I have difficulty in believing this myself, but from about two pages in, I was fingering myself the whole time I was reading. And being as I was alone down here, and the noise of the lift always gave me an advance warning of anyone approaching, I’d thrown the bed covers off, and been laid spread wide open. I lost count of the number of times I cum, but as I was reading for over an hour, I guess it was lots!

Then I put the folder to one side, and started fingering myself with both hands. Within minutes I was searching the room with my eyes, not moving from the bed, but looking to see if there were any objects that I could use to insert inside my pussy. Then my gaze focused on a hair-brush. This was soon clasped in my hand, and the handle was gliding across my clit as it slid up inside my pussy. I had now got myself worked into so much of a frenzy, I heard the noise of the lift, but seemed almost unable to react to it.

When I did eventually come to my senses, I only had time to throw the brush to one side, but not time to cover myself up before the lift doors swished open. Then two men walked briskly forwards, one either side of the bed. I was struggling to gather-up the sheets to attempt to cover myself from their gaze. But they both dragged the sheets from my grasp, leaving me naked on the bed.

“Well my dear, now we’ve definitely seen a different side of your personality. You really enjoyed reading that story. Didn’t you?”
“I I just read it because you told me I need to get it right tomorrow.”
“Don’t give me that crap. You were going at it like a thing possessed.”
“No honest. I’m only laid here without the covers on because I was hot.”
“I’ll say you were hot! You were fucking hot, we’ve been watching you. Didn’t you realise this place is wired with cameras everywhere. We’ve been watching your every move since you got here. Mind you, up until today, you haven’t been doing much moving. But you’ve made-up for that tonight.”

At that they both started removing their belts, and their jeans were soon thrown to one side with their boxer shorts. It was obvious I was going to get a fucking, and besides, I was at a very high state of arousal already. It was pointless resisting, as they could easily overpower me. And I also wanted to keep on the right side of this man to make sure he didn’t go back on his agreement to let me go home. So with all this in mind, I took hold of both dicks, and did the best job I could manage.

First I had one in each hand, stroking up the length of their shafts to get them both fully hard. But what had started as a task I needed to do to achieve my release, rapidly became a pleasurable experience. They both started to work on opposite ends of my body. I had one man stroking and kissing my legs, while the other was massaging my breasts. While the guy was working on my breasts, sucking and tweaking my nipples, I worked furiously away with his dick. The man on my legs now had me spread wide, and was using both hands, and his tongue to work on both my pussy and arse. I had already been aroused by reading the story, and all my activity with the handle of the hair brush, but now I was in full slut mode. I had no shame or inhibitions; all I wanted was sexual pleasure. And at this point in time, it didn’t matter who or what supplied it!

They both took full advantage of my wanton behaviour, and they both cum several times, in all of my holes. I also had many orgasms, a couple of which were quite spectacular. But they did eventually run out of steam, and about 1 o’clock, they left, and I curled up in bed, and drifted off to sleep. I was re-awakened at eight in the morning, when one of the guys brought my breakfast. This I ate as though I’d not eaten for days, which I suppose isn’t surprising, as I hadn’t had very much to eat over the last few days.

After breakfast I spent the first hour getting myself ready, and by ten o’clock a hairdresser/beautician had arrived. I was pampered and preened for about an hour and a half, then given the clothes I was to wear for the filming. So by twelve o’clock I was upstairs and ready to be introduced to the men that had arrived to either perform with me in the film, or were involved in the actual making of it. There was about twenty plus men, and two big black dogs.

As I’d already read the story that was to be the basis of the film, I wasn’t surprised to see the dogs. But although I’d already been made to have sex with dogs, seeing these dogs here, and knowing I would be filmed having sex with them, it did make me feel a little nervous. So do I tell you what the story line is, or just tell you what happened?

I’m going for the latter; I’ll tell you what happened, some of which was part of the story and filmed, some of which just took place because that’s the way things went. And maybe even that was filmed as well, but probably for their own private use.

The film had eight men, me, and two dogs. One man was my husband, one my father, and two were acting as my brothers. Then there were four robbers. The two dogs were supposedly my fathers guard dogs, and they were let loose in the garden, but immediately returned to the glass patio doors where they spent all their time with their faces slobbering against the glass until they were eventually let back in at the end of the filming. There was one more person, a baby. Not a real one thank god, just a doll well wrapped-up, that was laid in a carrier/car seat.

The film started with me and my husband arriving at the house, my husband carrying the baby in its car seat, and as the door is opened we are ushered in at knife point. It was then obvious that a robbery was in progress, and my father was refusing to open his safe. They immediately turn their attention to my baby, threatening her with a knife. My father of-course starts to cooperate, and the money is removed from the safe, and bagged-up.

Then my husband makes a grab for one man, taking his knife and putting it to his throat. One of the others grabs the baby, and puts a knife to it. My husband has no choice but to drop his knife. He is dragged across the room, and his arms stretched out wide and bound to a shaft of a brush. He is now unable to use his arms, as they are held in a crucifix position. A ball gag is forced in his mouth, and he is stripped. Now they force him to his hands and knees where he is held while he is raped.

Next my father is told to expose my tits. He of-course feigns reluctance, but a quick threat to the babies life, soon sees my tits on show. Now they are naked, and he is told to suck on them. The guy fucking my husband has shot his load up inside him, and has now pulled out. My husband is turned over, so now laid on his back he can see my father sucking on my tits. One of my brothers is told to suck my husband’s dick, he at first refuses, but when my baby’s life is once again threatened he gets on his hands and knees, and takes my husbands dick in his mouth. My other brother is now told to put his hands up my skirt, and he is soon inside my knickers, probing my pussy. I am told to suck the other brother’s dick; this is the brother who is on the floor sucking my husband. Then my skirt and knickers are removed, and my father lays on the floor. I am told to mount him, and I’m soon astride him, sliding his hard long dick up into my pussy. The brother that has been fingering me, mounts me from behind, sliding his dick up my arse.

So we all fuck away, until my husband, who is being sucked off by my brother, starts cuming. They all change positions, and gradually each of the Robbers join in, only one of them at a time, the others acting-out the part of knife attacking robbers. They all fuck me in every hole possible, and I have cum sprayed over me from head to toe. The action lasts for over an hour, and I cum many times. Then as they’ve all spent their last juices, I’m left to relax on the settee, where I lie down with my legs sprawled wide open.

One of the robbers goes up to the big glass patio doors, where the two big Doberman guard dogs have been going wild to get in to protect their master (my Father).
“Hey don’t open those doors. Those dogs will rip us to shreds,” says one of the burglars.
Continuing to open the doors, the other man replies,
“I don’t think they will. They’ve got a more important task on their mind.”
As the doors open, in rush the dogs, and they both push their noses up into my crotch. I have no option but to open my legs as wide as I can, so they can both get their tongues in at the same time. They lick me wildly for about five minutes, and their dicks are swollen out of their sheaths.

“Ok bitch, get yourself into position, the dogs can't wait any longer,” snaps the man who’d opened the doors to let the dogs in.
I did as he ordered, and the first dog mounted me, stabbing wildly with his dick. Which was soon into my pussy, and forcing his knot hard up to my lips. It only took a few determined thrusts before the knot eased itself inside, locking his bitch firmly to him. Now he fucked with a frenzy, and he had cum his first load within less than a minute. He hopped from my back, and was facing away from me, but still firmly attached.

Now the other dog tried to mount at the same time, much to the amusement of all the men. But the first dog was having none of it, and he re-mounted, and started another frenzied fucking session. In all I think he shot about six loads of cum up me before he eventually yielded to the second dog. This second dog was very much a repeat of the first, fucking, and then dismounting, with me still attached. Then after a short breather, he’d re-mount and fuck again. This dog session lasted nearly an hour, both dogs having three separate sessions at me, each session having multiple fucks.

But eventually, the director said,
“Ok boys, that's a wrap.”
With that the filming was over. But not my fucking! I was told to go and get cleaned up, and to make a good job of washing out my pussy. This I did, thinking my days work, and my time as a whore was over. When I came back down, smelling fresh and sweet, and neatly dressed, I could hardly believe the reaction. The whole crew, some twelve or more men, now wanted their turn!

Well I knew I had to go along with it, so I just thought, this will be the last time this happens, so I might as well make sure I don’t up-set anyone. It was two hours later, before they were eventually all exhausted. And now at this point I was told I could get cleaned up again, and I’d be allowed to go to bed.
“But why can't you just take me straight home once I get cleaned up?”
“It’s not that easy. We have to have the film edited and see the first rushes, if everything is ok, then you can go home.”
“But how long will that take?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little cunt about things that don’t concern you. We’ll let you go when we’re ready, and if you ask again, you won’t be going home at all.”

With that I kept silent, and made my way to get myself cleaned up feeling very dejected. Once I'd finished, I was put in the lift, and taken back down to the cellar. I went to bed, feeling very let down, and wondering if I would ever get to see my Husband and children again. When I was awoken in the morning by the man bringing my breakfast, I decided, that the only way I would get through this was to think positive. So I took my breakfast and acted as pleasant as I could.

The man had also brought me some clothes to put on. Well I say clothes, but it was really just a sex outfit. The full bondage gear, in leather. After breakfast I had a bath, and put the gear on. I looked disgusting, leather bra with holes that let my nipples show through. The so called leather knickers were no better; they were like separate holsters for each leg, leaving my crotch fully exposed. There were belts and buckles in every direction. The only saving grace was the big long black leather coat, which nearly reached the floor, and gave me a superficial look of respectability.

It was now ten in the morning, and I was being escorted up in the lift, dressed as a BDSM slave, obviously to perform sexual favours for some man, or men. As I said earlier, I’d decided to be positive, so I was prepared to go along with this treatment until they got confirmation the film we’d just done was ok. But from then on, I expected to be sent home. I wanted to ask how long it would be before they heard about the film, but I knew this only got them up-set, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil my chances of release.

Nobody told me where they were taking me; they just escorted me out of the house into a car. I thought it’s a good job they gave me this coat. We travelled for some miles, until I recognise the outskirts of the city. I was now only a few miles from my house. My heart leapt into my throat, and I almost started crying.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Snapped one of the men.
“Are you taking me home?”
What on earth made me say that? They wouldn’t be taking me home dressed like this.
“Home? You know we’re not doing that until we get the film rushes.”
“No. I mean yes. I’m sorry. It’s just. Nothing, I’m sorry. I’ll be alright in a moment.”
I was having real difficulty stringing words together to make a cohesive sentence.
“You’d better be. We’ll be arriving at the punter's place soon.”

The car pulled up at the doors to an underground garage, the driver opened his window, and spoke into an intercom. The doors opened, and in we went. The car parked, and the men got out of the front, and came and opened my door. They escorted me to a lift, and we were soon walking down a plush carpeted hallway. They knocked on the door.
“Come in,”

We entered, and I stared around in disbelief, the room was every bit like a medieval dungeon. Chains, ropes, weird contraptions, right down to the cold damp looking stone walls. Even the floor was rough cobble stones, all uneven and slippery to walk on, especially in high healed boots! Stood around, dressed in old leather chain-male costumes were about ten men. And over in one corner were the film crew that I recognised from yesterday, all twelve of them.
“Well gentlemen, here she is. Make use of her as you will. We’ll be back to collect what's left of her when you give us a call. Ha ha. Enjoy yourselves.”
And with that the two men who’d brought me, turned and left.

I have never been into BDSM, even just reading the stories or looking at pictures turns me off, so standing here, and not really knowing what these men were going to do, I began to get very frightened.
“Ok you can take that coat off now.”
Said one man. I won’t try to describe who said what, as I have no idea who any of these men were. And anyway, most of who said what is now a blur.
I removed my coat, and stood there, nipples standing proud through the holes in the bra. I’m not sure if I was sexually aroused, or they were erect through fear.

“Come-on bitch, get yourself over here, and spread your legs so we can see your cunt.”
His tone was very demanding, and he held a long leather whip in his right hand. I dashed to where he was beckoning me to stand; it was a circular table top, about a metre across, only a centimetre or two off the ground. As I stood there, legs stretched wide to either edge of this table top, it started revolving slowly around. This was reminiscent of the revolving table the other men had me lashed to last week, except this time I was standing up. The men all stood in a circle around me, most had whips of one kind or another, and they were now starting to bring them into play.

They started gently, or at least most of the men did, more stroking than whipping my flesh with the tassels of their whips. But one man was particularly sadistic, and his lashes were definitely not meant to arouse, he was intent on causing pain, and he was succeeding. I flinched every time one of his blows made contact with my flesh. I must admit, the attention I was receiving from the others was starting to have an effect, and I could feel myself getting aroused.

As I said, not all of the men had whips, some of them were just stroking my flesh, and you can guess which areas they were concentrating on. But now a couple of them had strange clips, like giant spring loaded clothes-pegs. And they were toying with me, pulling my flesh into these clips, and then slowly letting the clip grip my flesh as they pulled them off me. This hurt, but in a strange way was also arousing me. In fact, this whole thing, the contrast of some men being gentle, and some deliberately brutal, was really getting me aroused.

Now the men with the clips were starting to pull flesh into them, and letting the clips snap shut on my flesh, which really was causing pain, enough to make me wince. Other men were undoing buckles, and my clothes such as they were, were coming off. Soon I was naked, and they walked me across to a swing. This swing hadn’t got a flat seat as normal, just a round pole, held up by two ropes. As they sat me on it, they slid me backwards, so that I slipped off the back, the pole stopping under the backs of my knees. My knees were pulled apart, and tied with ropes to the suspending rope at the ends of the poles, pulling my legs wide open. My wrist were tied into loops on the suspending ropes, so I was now slumped down, my open pussy on full show, and my tits hanging over the front of the pole. Some of the men were still running their whips gently across my naked flesh. The sadistic guy was whipping at any exposed pink flesh he could see. But most of them were now into attaching clips onto my flesh.

This was as I’d expected from seeing photos, very painful, but weirdly arousing. Now the suspending ropes of the swing were pulled, raising the pole, hence me higher. They stopped when my pussy was at about the average dick height of most of the men. One man approached me, and started easing his dick up my hole. Once he was in, he held his hands on the pole, and swung it back and forwards, fucking me on and off his big hard dick. This brought about such strong arousal, that it temporarily blocked out the pain the other men were inflicting. This first man pulled his dick out, and stood there shooting his cum up at my torso, some reached my face, but most landed on my tummy and tits.

Now two more men approached, and one eased himself up my arse from behind me, and then when he was fully in, the other one pushed at my pussy from the front. These men positioned themselves, so that they could push the swing back and forth, alternately pushing a dick up one hole and then the other. This again got my adrenalin flowing, and even though the men were now starting to stab needles into my flesh, once the initial sting of the piercing was over, the fucking I was getting was somehow dulling the pain. Now both these men pulled out, and stood facing me while they shot their cum at my face.

Next I was untied, and now I was feeling pain from just about every part of my body, I had clips and needles all over me. As they lowered me to the floor, I had difficulty walking. They half dragged me to a small table, where they laid me face down. Then without warning, I felt the violent lash of a leather whip.
“Crack!”
If I’d thought that man was being sadistic before with his whip, then I was much mistaken. Comparatively, he had just been tickling me.
“Crack!”
And again.
“Crack!”
The pain was like nothing I’d ever experienced, as the lashes rained down across my back and bottom. They didn’t stop, and although I didn’t look around, I could somehow tell it wasn’t just one man doing it. I went past tears, and blacked out.

When I did come back to my senses, I was spread-eagled across a man who was laid on his back on the floor. He was stuck deep up my pussy, and another man was on my back, fucking my arse. They weren’t bothered whether I was conscious or not, all they wanted was a hole to fuck! Both these men shot their cum up inside me, but I was in no state to react to them. Then as they pulled out, two more men lifted me, and lay me on my back on the table I’d just been whipped on.

The men were stood all around looking at my naked body, then I saw two men either side with whips! A cold shiver ran down my spine as all the other men backed-off to give them room. Somehow seeing the men, and knowing when the blows would strike seemed worse. And I felt more vulnerable being on my back, with my tender under body exposed. But I guess this is what gave them their pleasure, because they now took it in turns to flail my breasts and tummy with their whips, cutting my flesh and the red blood splashed everywhere. Once again, I went from tears to screams, and then to blacking-out within a very short time.

And once again I came to my senses being fucked; but this time, there was a man fucking my mouth, one in my arse, and two more trying to force their dicks up my pussy. Although I was now conscious, I didn’t make it obvious, I laid like a lump of dead meat, letting them abuse me. This is when I was really horrified!

All the pain, all the abuse, all the mutilation, was as nothing when I heard what the men were saying. Exact words I can’t remember, but it was something like.
“She’s an awesome bitch. I thought I heard that they couldn’t get her to cooperate, and they were going to dump her?”
“Yeh. She freaked out. And they couldn't do a thing with her, but they tried the old carrot, and she fell for it.”
“What’s that then?”
“They told her that her husband had posted a reward, and that if she behaved herself, and fucked well for the filming, they'd let her go home, and they'd collect the reward instead of having her.”
“And has he?”
“Has he fuck! Well come to think of it, he might have done for all I know. But who the fuck cares, so long as she thinks he has, she’ll do as she’s told. And they’ve got one film in the bag, and she’s well on her way to being trained.”
“So she doesn’t know its all shit?”
“No. They’ll string her along for a few weeks, making as much money as possible out of her. This film today will be worth a bomb. I’ll bet just the two films over the last two days will have more than cleared her cost.”
“So what if she turns into a zombie again?”
“She’ll be so used to fucking sessions by the time she realises, that it’ll only take a few beatings to get her fucking again. If not they'll just slit her throat, and dump her.”
“Seems a shame. She was a pretty little thing before we marked her up.”
“She’s only a fucking whore; this is all she’s any good for. Hang on, looks like she’s coming around.”

I’m sure you can imagine how hard this hit me, I felt like screaming and lashing out. But I knew it would achieve nothing. I had to make my mind up what I was going to do. I could resign myself to this life of debauchery, but no, there was no way that I could live like this. I could retreat back into my shell, like before, and just be a zombie. In fact this was nearly what happened, without it being a conscious decision. But from somewhere deep inside, my love for my husband and children gave me the determination to fight this. But how? My abuse carried on, and I just let them do as they wanted without any resistance. All I could think was that I need to turn the tables. But how I had no idea.

I endured their depraved amusement for about another thirty minutes, before the last man decided he’d had enough, at which point the filming stopped. I was then fucked by most of the film crew, which must have taken the best part of an hour. Then the two men arrived to take me back to my place of imprisonment. They had to carry or part drag me to the car, with my arms draped around both their shoulders. I was pushed into the back of the car, where I flaked out across the back seat. The doors were closed, and off they sped.

“The fucking traffic in this bloody city is getting beyond a joke.”
Said the driver.
“You can’t expect any different at this time in the afternoon, its rush-hour. All these hard working people are going home from a hard days work.”
Replied the other man sarcastically.
The car was stop start, stop start all the time, and I was getting jostled back and forwards on the seat.

“Shit. Fucking red light.”
The car stopped suddenly throwing me to the floor. I picked myself up, and in doing so, I caught a glance of the traffic around us. We were stopped at a red light, at the front of the queue of cars, in the middle of three lanes of traffic. Then I suddenly had an idea, I knew the rear doors couldn’t be opened from the inside of the car. But I also knew that the rear windows would operate from the controls on the rear door, or at least, they did on the way here this morning.

The lights changed to green, I hit the window down button, as the car moved off. As soon as the gap was big enough, my arm was out of the window, and the rear door release button pressed. Then with the car beginning to pick-up speed, I rolled myself out of the door. I hit the road, and the gravel surface burned into my skin as it ripped through the leather coat. There was a screeching of car tyres as the car I’d rolled out in front of swerved and skidded to a halt, missing my head by inches. I looked up and could see the car I’d just jumped from had stopped some fifty metres up the road. The driver jumped out, and was about to run back. But at that point, the occupants of the car that had nearly run me over, both dashed to see how I was. Obviously on the driver seeing these other men at my side, he’d just given me up as a bad job, got back in his car, and the car shot off into the distance.

The men were of-course amazed to see my naked and mutilated body that was now exposed due to the fragile nature of the fashion leather coat. But I guess, even a fashion leather coat must have given me some protection from the road. I was soon in hospital, with police at my bedside. And within the hour, my beloved Göran had his arms gently wrapped around me. The tears flowed all night long, especially when Göran left at about ten, to go home and look after our children. They kept me in overnight, but I was released the next day.

What did the police say? Well as I told them that I’d lost my memory, and could tell them nothing, there was little they could say. Göran was just happy to have me home, and he nursed me back to health. He never ask any questions, he said if I ever was able, and wanted to tell him, he would listen, but he’d never push me.

Well that’s my story told. No I lie. That wasn’t quite the end, some two months later; the police arrived at our house. They told us to be prepared for a shock. They then put a video on. It was me, the first film, including the dog fucking. They said they had to tell us, the film was available on the internet. It was impossible for them to track it down, or prevent its sale. So they said be prepared just in-case anyone recognises you, and either makes comments, or propositions you, thinking you are a tart. My Göran was so sympathetic to me, and never once said anything bad about what he'd seen me do in that film.

The police left, and it was some months before anything relating to this emerged. Still this is another story, maybe I’ll tell this story some other time.

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Being a serious dog lover, its licking made my body to respond even though I wasn't interested at all. Nature and my bad habits took over my body. It was a dog and my body ached for dogs, got wet for dogs. It wasn't a conscious thing and, there in the park? Come on. In a public park! You're kidding. But my body wasn't kidding so I crossed my legs to hide my scent from this strange, hungry dog. My ears were filling though and I was instantly wet, as a dog bitch's body is wont to do. At this point in my dog lust days, I couldn't help myself. Common sense had no control. I looked down at him. He was a strapping fellow, a big dog. Being curious I checked how he was hung. I had no interest in a little mutt but this was a fine animal and his dick peeked from its sheath...dripping as he licked at my hand.

I looked around the park on this warm afternoon and saw that, except for the geese and some guy asleep under a tree some distance from me, I was alone. I patted the animal's head and chuckled his mouth. He sniffed and panted, as a dog will, and I could tell he already had me on his radar as he pushed at my hand and his dick protruded more. Dogs are all the same. Like men. They grow lusty with a start. Me, too. A couple licks and I was ready. And his dick kept growing. I reached down to play with it, encouraging it and glanced about again. Still safe.

I uncrossed my legs and the panting was intent now. His nose lifted my dress. His tongue was licking toward me and I felt hot all over. My ears were pulsing and knew I would be raped there in the park by this handsome dog. When he licked my panties I reached and pulled them aside, opening wider for the good stuff and he licked again with more force. God! I wanted to lie on my back but didn't dare. I looked around and saw the sleeping man was gone.

Where had he gone? I didn't know and didn't care. I was here with this animal. Wanted ravishing right there. But I stood up instead, gathered my groceries and walked the short distance to my house. No one was home, we could be private, I could be open and completely lusty. I walked, with the dog following, and got to my door in a few minutes. The dog was hesitant and I got another bit of ham, holding it out at the doorway and he came in and ate it. I was ready to be eaten, put down the package, went to our living room and laid back on the couch. This dog, this stupid damned dog, then sat in the kitchen, looking at me, his dick recoiling into its sleeve. I was terribly horny and the dog had lost the scent.

Now it was my turn to take charge. Patting the couch, the dog came over and we started our seduction anew. Petting his head, working at his dick-sleeve and soon we were back on track. I removed my underwear, lifted my dress and he was at me with that delicious tongue which got me hot and dripping even before the first stroke. I watched him lick my hair and cunt and spread it for him, watching his red dick come out again. I rested my head now. He didn't need to be told. This hairy animal thing was in charge of my body and I let out a groan as the first wave of sensation went through me. I lifted my hips for him. His cold nose gave me shudders and I lost it. The endless desparate licking--he wanted my juices, eating my spend with such eagerness. My breathing was panting in short gasps. A new dog. A new tongue. I was a promiscuous dog's bitch and lifting to each sensational lick.

I was jolted because I heard something else, not the dog or me, there was a loud knocking on our front door. Not now!! Please! Please!! Not just now when I was so close...but another demanding knock and I had to collect myself, push down the dog, push down the dress, calm myself for the fucking door.

I opened it. It was the man in the park! He had that look on his face. Like he knew. My face was flush and he saw it. There was no hiding. No denial. "I saw you and 'him' walking away," he said. I was a dog's bitch in heat and my face told a story. He took my hand, pushing me back, closing the door, leading me into the living room where he, dog and I were now a threesome. He picked my underwear from the floor, tossed it on the couch and smiled. He held me close and kissed my lips. His hands were busy on my wet parts. I was shocked and hot and hadn't come yet because of this...his...loud interruption as his tongue was in my mouth, milking my tongue and his hands were at my body, milking me with long fingers, and his long stiff finger was stroking my clit and dipping into me. I was ready and couldn't stand the tease. Held on his neck to stay upright.

I slippped from his grip to the couch and he was down at my knees, spreading me. The air made me cold where I was dripping wet. I waited for him to take me. "Come on boy," he said. And I felt hairy paws on my hips and a huge stiff dog cock poking at me. "I know what you're about," he said to me. "You're a dog's bitch. One cock's like another to some. Am I right?" he asked. I just nodded. "Except there are cocks and then there are really long, knotted dog cocks. Tell me it's so!" I just nodded again. I was too hot to say anything, wanting more. I needed fucking now and looked at the man with glassy eyes, feeling the tip of dog's cock poking at me, missing, poking again. Then the man took charge, directing that cock into my hole. It was a surging thing, entering me with his guidance, retreating and surging again. Then it kind of stopped and I was spread wide by this slick hot cock as the huge knot tore at me, stretching and it was too big to enter. He took my shoulder, saying: "Hold on!" I grabbed his leg and he held me tight. The knot was too much but the dog and his bitch were both dripping, lubricated and suddenly it forced itself inside. I cried out. Some gutteral, animal-like sound. The man was petting my head, wiping my tears, soothing me .

Momentarily all was still, suspended, me stretched to the breaking, tears on my cheeks and in my mouth, his hand guided the monster, pushing me on it, petting me and my legs. Then my tormented cunt surrendered and relaxed, embraced this thing lodged inside and I felt hairy legs clutch at my sides and the stroking began again. I was wide open, controlled and I could feel the tip of the cock inside, teasing me. Nothing had teased me there before, and the dog rocked and pushed. I released myself completely, crying out again with that animal sound, this time in an ecstacy of pleasure. An aching, arching sound from my mouth as though my whole being was responding to sensations. The man held my shoulder and I reached and grabbed his cock. The dog became frantic. It was his moment and he would take me. I gripped the man's cock hard, holding on. I could feel his warm come on my wrist while the dog fucked me and I stroked the man's cock. We three frantic things. Arching my butt to receive every push and thrust. Legs pawing at my waist to secure the whole cock and knot. Until it was done and I was done.

Then we were not moving. I only a throbbing thing, man and dog cocks throbbing. The tears ran down my cheeks and along my neck. The man was petting my thigh, kissing my salty lips. I moved my mouth aside for air. The dog was panting on my chest. He had worked hard and worked me hard. We all rested there on the couch as I felt the wet on my face and juices oozing from me, down my cheeks. Now I was more cool than hot. Finally his knot released. More fluids down my cheeks with the dog licking up our spend. His tongue on my legs and cunt but I was exhausted and his tongue was only soothing and cleansing. My arousal in decline. I couldn't open my eyes as they both lifted from the couch. The man put a blanket over me. I heard the front door close.

I rembered the geese landing on the waters of our lake, bobbing on the surface, and my own fluids cooling, my body becalmed. I wondered of my next walk home from the market, planning another detour along the lake edge and if there might again be that man resting and the dog. I was dreamy and relaxed now. Surely it had been a dream. Surely. I opened my eyes and there was no dog, no man, but I saw my underwear on the arm of the couch and some green beneath--green?--$100 bill in green! I went and locked the door, leaned against it, smiled to myself, felt warm all over again. And I had a few dollars for more shopping.

"Who was that," I asked.

"Part of my surprise for Saturday," she replied. "Don’t worry you’ll love it."

"If it’s like the last few surprises I’ve received in the last day or so, I’m not so sure," I said.

"Is mom still asleep?" she asked changing the subject.

"Yeah," I answered. I knew she was up to something, but couldn’t tell what. I also knew that if I pressed her too much I’d never find out. I decided to go along with it for now.

"Ok," she said. "Now here’s my plan for Saturday. First off like I said earlier, mom wants to get you drunk and take you to the party on Saturday. Now, I’ll be doing the bartending. Instead of making your drinks with any liquor in them, I’ll make them all virgin. But mom’s will have more in them than she’s used to. She’ll be the one too drunk to resist. But I need you to act like you’re thoroughly soused. That’ll put her off guard, while you stay in full control of your faculties."

"So you want me to be in control, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, you need to be," she replied. "Then when we get her to Marilyn’s the fun will really start. Be thinking about what you want to have happen to her. I’ll need to know before Friday afternoon."

"Okay," I said. "Oh, by the way, how did it end up with Fred the Fuck machine and your mom this morning?"

"I asked her about that while you were asleep," she said. "It seems that Fred’s control has finally been broken. It took her 3 hours to do it, but he finally came in her pussy. She said that she came right home afterwards, and that was when she caught us. She wanted me to suck his cum out of her hole."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little while after she got home," she answered. "She had climbed up on the bed, and flipped me over. She then lowered her pussy to my mouth just as I was waking up and made me eat her. It was either that or smother. You know he has great tasting cum and so does mom, but together it’s almost so good it’s addictive. I licked her pussy clean just as she came all over me. I wanted to go take a shower to wash it off."

"Did you?" I asked, my cock again starting to twitch and poke out the front of my robe.

"No," she replied looking at my cock. "She held me down and licked her own cum off me before eating me to an orgasm of my own. She has the greatest tongue of any woman I’ve ever felt."

I noted that as she finished this she was licking her lips again. Her eyes were starting to glaze as she moved forward and took my cock in her hand. She began to stroke it while she continued.

"She told me about what I missed while I was busy," she said. "She told me about the four man blow job she did and the cum shower she got when about 10 guys all stood around her and jacked off on her. She also told me about how Angie and Marilyn had gotten her off when they and some of the other girls joined up to lick her clean."

This was really getting to me, as was her stroking on my cock. I felt the head swell after a few minutes more of her monologue of her mother’s sexual conquests and I grunted as I shot a load off onto her hand and the dining room floor. She daintily raised her hand to her mouth and slowly licked my cum off her palm. Looking down she slowly slipped down to the floor in a smooth cat-like motion and with her cute little ass pointed right up at me licked the rest of my cum up off the tile. I just stood there like an idiot. I was too stunned to be anything but aroused.

As the line goes though, the spirit was willing but the flesh was oh so weak. I was still wiped out from all the sex I’d had over the last day and was having trouble standing let alone do anything else. All I could hear was the pounding of the blood in my ears. The few brain cells I had working then were trying to figure out how I hadn’t had a stroke or something yet.

After she’d cleaned up our mess, she stood stretching like a cat and walked naked back to the stairs and out of view. I sat down in one of the dining room chairs and caught my breath. My mind was still whirling from the events of the last 24 hours, and if Anna were any indication it wouldn’t stop soon.

I went into the kitchen to get a quick drink and look over the options for dinner. I decided to surprise my girls by cooking one of my gourmet specialties. I gathered the ingredients and spent the next hour getting the meal together. When I finished I decided to see what was going on. Normally when I’m pottering around in the kitchen one or both will come see what’s up. There’d been no sign of them.

I walked up the stairs to our bedroom and just as I was about to open the door I heard them quietly talking. It took a few seconds to determine what they were discussing but when I did I almost felt my jaw drop off my face.

"So, I’ll talk to Marilyn and get her to drop the robe rules for the playroom, so that anyone entering can be grabbed and raped or whatever then," Donna said. "That way even if he thinks he’s safe your dad will get assaulted by the ladies present."

"That sounds great, mom" Anna said. "I’ll put a roofie in his drink a few minutes before we go downstairs and after it kicks in, he won’t be able to fight or run or anything else."

"Yeah, and if all goes well, he won’t remember it, and we can use the videotape to blackmail anything we want to out of him," Donna purred. "It would be great if Marilyn knows any bi or gay guys to ream him out while he’s out of it. You know that every once in a while he lets me fuck him in the ass with either a strap-on or a dildo. I think that given half a chance your dad could swing either way."

"Like wife, like husband huh?" Anna said.

"Yeah, I’ve always loved a girls tongue in my pussy, almost as much as a cock," Anna said matter of factly. "I’m so glad I got into this group. I’ve had the best sex ever with them."

"I can tell," Anna said. "You’re getting wet again."

"How about a quick 69, while we wait for your dad to finish dinner then?" Donna asked.

"Oh yeah," was the enthusiastic reply.

As I stood there listening to the two of them again have sex, part of my mind was already working on the problem of their plan for me on Saturday. My lovely wife was planning on having me be raped by other men while drugged.

Now let me say this for the record. As I’ve already stated before, I’m not gay. I definitely like the ladies. I have fooled around with the notion of having sex with men in the past. I really like to have my ass done when I’m in the mood and the idea of sucking a cock doesn’t fill me with dread.

I found myself really looking forward to Saturday. I also knew that I was going to have to talk to Anna before then, to plan my own spin on things. I was sure that I’d want to remember what happened and the idea of being drugged out was too much.

With these thoughts finished I opened the door a bare inch and saw the two of them engaged in a hot 69. Donna was on top, as I noticed she liked to when with other women. Anna was the bottom, and she was licking her mom’s snatch for all she was worth. She also had a bright red dildo pumping brutally in and out of her mom’s ass while she munched away.

Donna was really getting into it, with her ass plunging up and down in rhythm to the strokes and swaying her hips left and right as well. They seemed to be perfect together, moving as one sweaty well oiled machine.

I pushed the door open and dropping my robe stroked my now hard cock, into action again. I lined up on Donna’s pussy from behind as I sank onto the bed, and with a fast lurch drove it in. I couldn’t get the penetration I wanted, because I had to leave room for Anna and her dildo. That was fine though as we made a sandwich of her mom and drove her crazy. I noticed that Donna also had a dildo buried in Anna’s pussy and was slipping it in and out ferociously.

I’d like to say that we all came together, but we didn’t. It was a sequence of events though, and none of us lasted too long after the first, Donna; came. She began to hurl and buck back and forth, and she set off Anna. The sight of the two of them, thrashing back and forth, set me off too as I sprayed jizz into Donna’s hotter than hot pussy. The action was so intense and the gyrations of the three of us were so strong that the king-sized bed we were in could take it no longer. With a sudden snap I felt the headboard and frame both give way at the same time. The headboard sprang away into the wall with a faint thud, and the metal frame screeched in protest as the mattress and box springs slammed into the floor.

The fall stunned everyone for a moment and then Anna, being on the bottom, began to flail about to get our combined weight off of her. This was hard to do as the three of us began to giggle uncontrollably once the dust began to settle, and the shocks wore off.

After we’d barely gotten under control again, I announced that dinner was ready. That set the two of them off again and it was some time before we could get up to go down to eat. We all dressed in robes or nightshirts before heading down and the meal was served in an excellent mood of goodwill and love.

After dinner Donna said something about going to call her boss about work, and left Anna and I to do the dishes. This is an activity that she and I have done since she was old enough to stand and hold a plate. It is a great time to talk about the day, or in this case make plans against her mother.

"I heard some of what you and mom were talking about earlier," I said quietly. "Are you going to go through with it?"

"Well I do have a couple of roofies with me from school," she admitted. "I was going to use them on you if you didn’t play ball. As it was, I didn’t need them did I?"

"No, not for me," I said. "But as I recall, your mom has denied the guys in your group access to her ass, is that right?"

"Yeah almost all of them have wanted to, but she wouldn’t let them," she said. "She never really gave a good reason for it either."

"Well here’s a thought," I said. "Why don’t we give it to her, and make her ass the blue plate special on Saturday? We offer up her ass to all comers, so to speak."

"Oh yeah, I love it," Anna said in excitement. "That way she can’t say no again in the future, and the guys can have all she has to offer. We can get Kenny, you know the muscle guy, to fuck her ass with that huge prick of his. I also know that Tommy has always wanted to fuck her ass. And then there’s Fred, I’ve never taken him in the ass before, but he might even give you a run for your money there."

"What about the rest of your mom’s plan?" I asked. "The part about getting me fucked by some of the bi or gay guys Marilyn can find. Do you want to do that also?"

"I don’t know, do you want it?" she asked.

"I won’t say no, but I’m also not sure," I replied. "I’ve always liked it when your mom has played with my ass, or fucked me there with her strap-on, but I don’t know about another guy. As for giving or getting head, I also don’t know."

"Well at least you’re honest about it," she said. "You know, if you were stressed about it, I could always shave a roofie for you and give you a partial dose. It would be enough to relax you, without blanking you out. You’d still be in charge of yourself, but maybe not as uptight."

"That might be ok," I said uncomfortably. "If you can be sure of the dosage."

"Well, I can try it tonight if you like," she said. "That way we can be relatively sure of how it’ll hit you. If you get too much tonight, we can scale back for tomorrow."

"Ok," I said. "I’ll try it, but if it’s too much we go in without it tomorrow, ok?"

"You bet," she assured me. "I’ll put it in a drink later before we go back to bed, and that way we’ll see how much it changes things."

Together we finished the dinner dishes and pots and pans. As we finished Donna came back into the room, with a grin on her face.

"I’ve got great news," she said. "Marilyn is having a party at her house Saturday night and we’re all invited. It should be great fun, what do you think?"

"That sounds like fun," Anna said. "I haven’t seen her for ages."

I almost choked.

"Well before we go to any parties or do anything else tomorrow," I said, "we have to buy a new bed."

That got the three of us laughing and giggling again, as we strode into the family room to watch some quality television, and plan the next days’ schedule. Donna surprised me by putting in a hard core porno tape from our collection. It was a bit odd, sitting there in my robe and slippers watching a fuck movie with my wife and daughter next to me on the couch. They bracketed me on either side and I felt them occasionally move or shift as the action on the screen turned them on.

After a bit, Anna got up to fix us drinks and took our orders while Donna and I sat back to watch the movie. While she was gone, Donna leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. "I love what’s happened today," she whispered. "The two of you look so hot together, I almost cum by just watching."

"Same here," I said. "I need to get a movie of the two of you. I bet it would sell like hot cakes."

"Maybe you’ll get what you want after all," she said cryptically.

Just then Anna returned with the drinks and as she handed me mine, she gave me just the slightest wink. Leaning in, she whispered, "I gave mom some too. I need to see how she’ll react."

I somehow kept from choking on my drink as she said this, and quickly returned to watching the action on the screen. It involved a beautiful brunette and two guys, one in her ass and the other slamming her mouth. As I took my first drink the one in the girls’ ass let go across her cheeks.

I couldn’t taste anything different about the wine, so I drank more. Donna was drinking her favorite, rum and coke, while Anna had a beer. She isn’t quite 21 yet, but I really couldn’t see any reason to bust her for it, what with everything else going on. Donna as usual finished her first drink in record time and Anna got up to mix her another. I drank the wine more slowly and finished about the time Donna had gotten half way done with her second.

I began to feel somewhat loose, as the room seemed to expand ever so slightly. The walls moved apart and the lighting seemed to be brighter. As the effects continued, I noted that it was much like a severe drunk. I felt the few pressures on my mind begin to melt away, until I felt like a god.

Part of my mind was still in control as I watched though. I felt very warm and had to loosen my robe to get comfortable. Looking over at Donna I saw that she’d completely removed her nightgown. She sat there watching the movie, slowly fingering herself. Her skin looked flushed and feverish as she really got into it.

Anna in the meantime was watching us with that calm and analytical look she sometimes gets when working on her homework. I saw her making mental notes as to our behavior and actions. She also removed her clothes to make us both feel more comfortable I think.

She moved over to Donna and placing her hands on her breasts began to slowly massage them and tweak her nipples. This had the desired effect as Donna began to reciprocate. They in turn reached over to me in an unspoken invitation to join them. The almost rational part of my mind could see that Donna was not in control of herself, but the rest of me just didn’t care.

I began by stroking Donna’s legs, knees and thighs. I moved slowly up her thighs to the interior of her hips, just where the legs and vagina come together. This is a very erotic zone for Donna, and I stroked and kneaded very slowly, letting her get the full effect. I’d been doing this for a moment when I noticed that Anna was gone. I looked over at the TV and saw her loading a different tape into the machine. After a few moments I saw that it was a tape of the session in which she’d taken her brother, Sam to a party.

Donna was moaning, by my massage of her thighs and vulva, as I looked back at the screen again. I felt Donna’s cum squirt over the back of my hands as I saw Anna’s pussy slowly engulf Sam’s big cock on the screen. It was easier to hold on as Donna came. It was as powerful as past orgasms, but her muscular control was off, so it wasn’t as violent.

She came down from the high of the orgasm, but looking into her eyes, all I saw was hunger for more. At this point Anna walked back into view. I’d somehow lost track of her, in the mental haze and saw that she’d donned her mother’s strap-on. She smiled wickedly at me as she turned and prodded Donna onto her face and shoulders, with her ass high in the air. Anna slowly rubbed lube on the head of the strap-on and pushed the nub of it into her own pussy. Leaning over, she probed her mom’s ass with a delicate index finger generously coated in lube.

"When I’m done with her, you’re next," she said to me.

Donna had meanwhile squirmed around on the couch and placed her head next to my lap. Using only her teeth, she grabbed and untied my robe. Spreading it apart with her face she leaned in and began to slowly give me head. I heard and felt her grunt as Anna shoved the strap-on into her with a series of short jabs. As this happened Donna was ever so slowly licking my shaft from base to head, and swirled it with her tongue.

As I’ve stated before, Donna is a cock-sucking genius. Her mouth, tongue, and teeth all come into play. The drug might have robbed her of some of her gross motor control, but there was nothing wrong with her mouth. She alternated between low and high pressure on my cock, sucking and licking at various speeds. Just as I began to feel like I was losing it, she reached over and grabbed my balls and squeezed to hold me off. This was one of her slow, blowjobs. Running on instinct alone, she was giving me her very best.

The drug in the wine allowed me to feel all the sensations, but it also kept me in the flow of things very well. The rational part of me, remarked on her technique, while the rest of me just enjoyed it. This was while Anna was fucking her ass with deliberation. She used all of her athletic prowess to move and groove it on. She alternated pace, depth, and direction, all the while Donna was groaning around my cock head.

Donna had another huge orgasm, as Anna piled into her, and as before, she came hard, but without the furniture destroying force I’m used to. Donna pulled her mouth away from my cock and moaned her pleasure in a string of unintelligent sounds and pieces of words.

"Now it’s daddy’s turn," Anna said with an evil grin.

I turned around away from her with my ass in the air, as her mother had done. Donna shifted along with me to keep my cock in her mouth. Anna repeated her careful lubing procedure, and ever so slowly began to insert the rubber dick into my ass. I was definitely in the mood. Whether it was the topic and time I’d had to think about it, or the drug, I couldn’t be sure.

It felt like forever until she bottomed out the phallus in my rectum. My anal muscles, while they hadn’t gotten as much as workout as Donna’s usually did, were ready for all she could give. While she butt fucked me, she reached around and gently pulled and stroked my balls. I could feel her mother’s delicate tongue reaching past me to lick Anna’s sweet pussy every time she pushed in.

It got to the point where the sensations began to merge. I think that it was some aspect of the drug, but at this point I didn’t care. I couldn’t tell what was turning me on more. The mouth expertly milking my cock, the hand gently playing with my sac, the rubber dick in my ass or the sight of my son slamming his huge cock into his sister’s gushing pussy, on the TV. I couldn’t differentiate between them anymore. All I felt was a gentle peace, and the beginnings of the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Suddenly I could take no more. I shot my load into Donna’s ever cum hungry mouth. Anna also seemed to sense what was happening and pulled away. I know that I couldn’t have shot too much, drained as I was from the events of the last days, but I felt as if I was cumming forever. I looked at the screen to see Anna slowly licking her own cum, from her brother’s immense cock.

When I was spent I felt slightly more clear-headed and turned again to focus on the screen. I saw that someone had chained Sam to the altar, and the other women present were having their way with him. I saw his strain against his bonds, with his immense strength and saw with some satisfaction one of them tear away. This seemed to drive the crowd wild as they surged in and held him down with their beautiful naked bodies. Everywhere I looked I saw beautiful women licking, stroking, kissing or sucking at some bit of exposed flesh. The sensations he experienced must have been as unbelievable as the orgasm I’d just had.

I continued to watch Sam’s activities on the screen. Donna was lying there content as a kitten with her mouth full of cum, while Anna took a break. Anna and I watched Donna start to slowly stroke her pussy with one hand, while pulling at her nipples with the other. She appeared to be transfixed by the occurrences taking place on the screen.

After watching Sam take all cummers for about a half-hour, Anna again reached over to pull gently on my pud. It didn’t take long with her help to get it really hard again. She had retained the strap-on and was again lubing it up for action.

"I want to fuck mom in the ass, while you do me in mine," she whispered.

I grinned an affirmative while she again lubed up her mom’s asshole. Donna was feeling no pain, and while greatly robbed of her motor control, was more than compliant. She was like a living doll. We could pose and move her anyway we wanted. Her willpower was also greatly diminished and she let us do anything we wanted with her.

Anna, finishing up the anal lube, slowly inserted the strap-on’s plastic head into Donna’s shiny rectum. This time Anna was going for a more seductive, slow and pleasurable fuck. She stroked in and out for several minutes while I cranked on my cock and lubed it as well.

I climbed up behind the two of them. Donna was on the bottom, while Anna was doing a kind of doggy-style while standing on her knees. Anna leaned forward and using that phenomenal body of hers, levered herself between us. I held part of her weight with an arm around her belly, while the rest was balanced on her mom’s ass. I took a page from her book, and ever so slowly entered her ass.

As usual while in my home away from home, I stroked and pushed and pulled. After a short time Anna and I got into a complicated rhythm, me pushing in her, while she pulled out of her mom. We played around with the order, and frequency. At this point no words were spoken, the only sounds were the grunting of Donna, the sighs of Anna and my own feverish panting.

I could feel a change coming soon, however as I felt both Donna and Anna begin to ever so slightly speed up. Anna was becoming more vocal the more she moved and Donna was grunting like a stuck sow. I watched a fine trickle of sweat bead up and begin to flow down Anna’s back, near her hairline. As it moved further down, it picked up more, and it increased speed. Before it could disappear into the crack of her ass, I leaned in and licked it off the middle of her spine.

It was like lighting a rocket. Anna began to thrash and buck like she always does in the throes of an intense orgasm. This must have been the catalyst for Donna as well, as she joined her little girl. The two of them began to shake the bed, the frame and me like I was hardly there. I heard more creaking and snapping as the remains of the bed began to break under the combined force of their orgasms. I held on for dear life, I was determined to see this through to the end, and not fake one, or shoot anywhere else.

I barely rode the two of them through that orgasm, and as I continued to plow her ass, also rode through two more each of both Anna and Donna. With each jolt I was losing my grip on the sweaty little darlings and it was much harder to continue on. I saw Anna become drenched with sweat and cum, and I still continued on.

After an in determinate time later, I felt the familiar twinge in the head of my rod, and began to really pump it to her. Anna had as I watched also continued to match me thrust for thrust in her mom’s ass. For every bump or grind I gave her, she passed it on to Donna.

"Oh shit baby," I screamed, "here it comes." I said this as I again flooded her ass with my cum. This again had a trickle down effect as the two women beneath me also came incredibly hard. We moved as if we were one large animal joined at the ass. As this occurred I again heard snapping and breaking, this time from within the mattress itself.

The sights I saw were incredible. Here were the two loveliest women in town, covered in sweat, cum and shit, lying in the remains of a 5 year old king sized mattress. The smashed and splintered headboard partially sticking out of the wall, and the three of us lying there like the dead. The room was suffused with the odor of our sweat, mixed with the scents of semen, girl cum, and shit.

The tape had continued on without us. I looked over and barely registered that both Marilyn and Angie were administering to Sam. While one of them rode his mustache, the other rode his huge cock. I looked at the screen and felt a brief pang of jealousy that he was so much more endowed than I was. His cock was almost twice my girth and half again my length. It was no wonder that the women on the tape had worshipped him as they had. He could give any of the men in Mariyln’s group a run for their money on length alone.

Angie was throwing herself up and down on it like a pogo stick, smashing herself brutally upon the head and shaft. He met the challenge well, and was obviously doing well with his mouth. As Marilyn was also jumping and screaming like a wild woman.

I took all this in, as I lay there panting for breath. Donna was also sucking wind like a bellows. Little Anna, in much better shape; didn’t require anywhere near as long to recover, and was soon nestled between Donna’s and my laps. She alternated licking and sucking either of us, eating her own shit and slurping her mom’s pussy. The combination of all the sex, the alcohol, and the roofie was too much and I felt myself drift off into a hazy sense of dreamland, where reality and fantasy merged. Some point after that I lost consciousness.

If I dreamed, I can’t remember it. I awoke feeling a bit out of it, with what felt like a mild hangover. I recognized that what had woken me up was a broken spring protruding from the mattress. I looked about the bed and saw that it looked much as if a truck had run it over. The headboard was in three pieces, one of which was sticking in the wall. The frame, box springs and mattress were lying flat on the floor. The mattress on which I lie, was pointed up in several places and I could see spots where the springs were piercing the sheet.

Donna and I were alone in the bed, Anna having left at some point. I gently prodded Donna, with no affect. I tried again with more force, and with the same result. I could hear her snoring softly and after several more unsuccessful attempts, gave up. I slipped out from under the covers, and staggered into the bathroom for a piss, and shower. The hot water served to clear my head well and by the time I was done, felt as if I could begin to face the day. I put on a robe and my warmest slippers and after looking in on Donna moved down the hall.

I followed my nose downstairs to the kitchen and discovered that Anna had again cooked a great breakfast. She stood at the range naked except for an apron. As I entered she heard me, and turned to give me a quick kiss before pointing to the coffeepot. That was the best news I’d had all morning. I made my customary cup and sighed into a chair.

After a few moments Anna finished what she was doing and plating the meal up swished her way towards me.

"Not anymore now, please baby," I said groaning. "I think it’ll fall off if I do anything with it right now."

"Yeah, I know," she said. "I feeling a little whipped myself right now. How’d you sleep?"

"I slept fine," I replied. " I have a bit of a hangover though."

"Yeah some people react that way," she said. "It’s a chemistry thing. I’ve taken it before and do okay, and I hope that mom will be the same."

"She was still out of it, when I came down," I told her.

"She’ll probably sleep for a while longer," she said. "It’s a good thing though, the longer she sleeps the lower the chances of a hangover, and the less she’ll feel it."

"So after I passed out last night, what did you do?" I asked.

"Not much", she replied. "Mom was pretty much out of it, but she stayed awake. We just watched the movie some more, and I had her lick me for a while. About an hour after you passed out, she did too."

"So you’re going to have to watch how much roofie you give her tonight then," I said.

"Yeah, I’ll give her what I gave you, maybe a little less," she said. "I definitely will keep the alcohol away from you both tonight. I think that’s what did you both in. I think that if we do the same amount without the booze you should do fine. Do you want to do any tonight?"

"I don’t know, it seems ok," I said. "Let me think about it, and I’ll let you know."

"Fair enough," she answered. "So what’s your plan for today?"

"I think that I need to go bed shopping," I said. "Do you want to go with me?"

"I think that would be great, let me get cleaned up and check on mom," she said standing up. She turned and with a bit of a spin untied the apron and threw it at my head. She laughed and pinched her nipples, and ran from the room.

After my pulse slowed down I got a refill on the coffee and went back upstairs to dress. As I was pulling on my shoes, Anna entered the room, and bent over her mom to check her out. She was dressed in the tightest bell-bottom, hip hugging jeans I’d ever seen. She had topped this off with a mid-riff baring mini-shirt and a wide belt. The pants rode so low on her hips that if you looked closely enough you could see just the barest hint of muff hair at the top. She wore some flat sandals, and bright yellow sunglasses.

"Are you ready dad?" she asked.

I had to take a breath or two before I could answer. She was stunning. Her high, firm breasts were held up with a small lacy bra that was clearly visible through the scoop neck of the shirt. She stood with her legs ever so slightly spread in a very provocative yet natural pose. The effect took my breath away a moment.

"Yeah," was the only thing my punchy head could come up with in response.

We left her mom still sleeping on the ruined bed, and went downstairs and out to the garage. We piled into my large truck and pulled out onto the road. We discussed the merits of several bed designs as we drove downtown. I favored the normal and old fashioned style like the one I had. She reminded me that not only was it not the best bed for me, but that our combined energy had been sufficient to destroy the one we’d had.

We dickered like this back and forth through a couple of the chain stores before coming to a smaller and more expensive place in the center of town. I’d driven past a few times before and had heard the radio ads, but had never really thought much about it. We pulled up and still discussing the pros and cons, stepped into the place.

They had an impressive selection, of spring mattress types, water beds and the new foam types. We looked about for several moments before a salesman approached. He was a white guy in his early 20’s with a slight build, red hair, and his clothes while clean were, a bit ratty. He stopped a few paces away and I could see him drinking in Anna.

She had her back turned to him, and I was pretending to look at something else. He stared at her ass and moved up from there. His eyes lingered on the shapely swell of her ass cheeks and then moved up to the partially revealed turn of her right breast. I could see his face flush as he stood there, and felt on top of the world. I knew that she was mine. She finished her turn and caught the barest glimpse of him before he faked a cough and introduced himself.

She smiled her most beguiling smile and they began to discuss our mattress needs.

"I think we need a large bed," she said innocently. "Something with a lot of room to move around in. We also need something strong, able to really take a pounding."

Her words hit this guy like a club. He was trying to make a sale and she was both enchanting him with her eyes and figure and making him hard as rock with her words. It got to the point where after a few minutes I couldn’t take any more and left them to work it out. I went to the restroom for a piss and laugh.

I came back from the restroom and found them over at the foam bed mattresses. She was sitting on the very edge of the bed while he stood over and in front of her. With only a little more effort she could lean in and blow him right there. I looked around the showroom and as it was early Saturday morning saw no one else. He had evidently been picked to open for the day and there weren’t any more salesmen in the place.

I stopped where I was and watched the proceedings with some interest. She was speaking again and I could just make out what they were saying.

"I really like this kind of bed, but its just so expensive," she pleaded. "I’d really like to have one like it, but I’m sure that my daddy will say no, when he finds out how much it is. Is there any way you could take anything off the price for me?" She said this as she ever so lightly brushed the bulging front of his slacks with her fingernails.

"I uh, think that maybe we have a sale on them," he stammered. "I’d have to check," he said while I saw the wheels in his head turning. He was caught between the chances of nailing this incredibly hot girl, and the fear of being caught by a customer, or another employee.

"I think that I can make you think about it a bit better," she said as the shameless little bitch reached up and slowly pulled his zipper down.

His brain was locked, as I think anyone else’s would be in the same circumstances. He was paralyzed as her small deft hand reached into his pants and pulled his hardening cock out. He started to swivel his head left and right looking around to see if anyone was approaching.

"What if your dad, comes back?" he grunted.

"He’s taking a shit, he’ll be a while yet," she said looking up into his eyes. "I can make you feel great if you let me, but I do want a deal on this first."

"Sure, anything you want," he said thrusting his cock at her mouth.

"How about 30% off the sale price," she said right before slowly licking his glans.

"I don’t know if I can do that," he moaned.

"I’m sure you can figure something out," she whispered to him as she took the head into her mouth and sucked ever so lightly.

He started to shudder as she plied her trade on him. I watched, from the distance a bit envious, but knowing that I’d get more of her later. She worked him up with all the skill her mother and she both had. Having been there and gotten that, I could tell that he was going to have a rough time explaining this to his boss. She used her mouth, lips, tongue and hands to really work him over.

Every so often she’d stop and work the deal as well. By the time he was ready to shoot, she had him down to half off the sale price, with us taking one with us when we left. He’d given her an extended warranty, and offered free setup as well.

She took her mouth off him as he began to cum and the semen shot out and arced across the intervening space to land on her chest between her tits. He shuddered through the rest of his orgasm and watched with bulging eyes, as she reached into the scoop neck of the shirt and collected his sperm on her fingertips. She ever so slowly and seductively licked them clean, as she used her other hand to pull her breasts from her bra and smear them with some of the runoff.

I’d never seen anyone so young, look so much like he’d have a heart attack. He just stood there rooted to the spot, transfixed by the image. I think I was too, until I heard the front bell ring indicating someone’s entry. I looked back over my shoulder and saw two people obviously dressed as salesmen walking into the store, talking and drinking coffee.

I coughed loudly to draw their attention and signal to Anna. I moved over towards them and began to converse, after a minute or two Anna and the young man came out of the other showroom, and moved over to the sales counter. I saw this and making my excuses moved over to pay for the bed and get directions to where their loading dock was.

Anna stood there looking normal but a bit smug. The young fellow had recovered some from what he’d just experienced, but still looked a bit flushed and disarrayed. He quickly stammered through the finishing details, price and instructions to the dock. His fellow salesmen checked Anna out in passing and I saw the smirk on Anna’s face get bigger as she saw them as well.

As we finished I couldn’t resist what I said next. It was just so appropriate, and I thought that if I didn’t the day would be wasted.

"Anna honey," I said looking at her chest, "you missed a little."

She just laughed and reached up to her chest and brushed an imaginary speck of cum from it, before putting her finger back into her mouth and slowly licking it. This while the poor sales guy stood there about to pass out from shock and surprise.

Anna and I were still giggling like crazy as we left the store for my truck. She really cracked up and was rolling after she sat down in the passenger seat. I thought she’d piss herself the way she was carrying on. She didn’t calm down until I’d backed up to the loading dock and between the dock boy, and myself had half loaded the mattress and frame into my truck bed. After we strapped the whole thing down, we drove away, Anna still holding her sides.

When we got home we unloaded the bed and frame, and left it propped up against the front of the garage, and then went inside to pull down the remains of our old bed. I was pleased to see that Donna had gotten out and was finishing her breakfast as we entered. She was none the worse for wear and apologized for drinking so much the night before, that she couldn’t remember much of the night’s happenings. I made some excuse and with Anna following made short work of tossing the old bed out the second story window into the back yard.

Together we manhandled the other bed into the room and after about an hour had it up and ready for use. Donna had slipped new sheets onto it, and was fluffing the pillows when I stripped my clothes off and laid down in the middle.

"I think we need to christen this properly don’t you?" I asked. I didn’t have to ask twice as I was shortly wrapped around the two of them, hands and mouths searching out each other’s pleasure. I lay back and received a fantastic double barrel blowjob from the two of them.

Anna was concentrating on the shaft and my balls, while Donna worked the tip. They’d come to an unspoken agreement to make me last as long as they could. Which for the two of them, was quite a while. I was helpless to do anything but close my eyes and try to remember how to breathe. After a time I couldn’t begin to measure, I shot a load up and out, under strong pressure from Anna’s left hand. The two of them contentedly began to lap up my jism and tongue kiss to swirl it between them.

They followed this up by lying side to side and fondling each other’s tits and pussies. I just leaned back and enjoyed the show. After a few minutes of this they moved head to tail and began to lap each other’s pussies. Anna delicately and deliberately exploring her mom’s snatch, while Donna just dove in, licking, slurping and nibbling to beat the band.

I watched them cruise through two more orgasms each. They had their customary hard cums and while they thrashed as much as they always did the bed took it like a trooper. Except for the comfort of it, I might as well have been on the floor as much as it moved. I nodded off and caught a nap while they continued.

I preferred dog to man...if I was never fucked by a man again...as long as I had a dog, it would be fine.

I had a neighbor across the street. We exchanged nods and smiles when in our yards. There was something about her that seemed naive or innocent. It was how she walked or held her head. She was a pretty thing usually wearing a light weight dress that shaped her slender figure. I noticed her legs right away. A woman always notices another woman's legs, and then her face and bust. A man sees it in different order--her bust first, then...well...it depends on the man. My neighbor's dress outlined her body when she walked, as though she was revealing herself, which she was not. But the fabric showed her off when she walked toward me. It made me hot. Not for her. Just hot. It was a sensual moment.

"Hi," I would say. "Hi, back," she said. She caught me staring once when she was bending over and must have wondered why. The dress was creasing her ass. I wished a wind had lifted it. One day I asked her in the house for a soda. We sat in the kitchen. It was a hot day so we sat and drank and talked. Her husband worked long hours. So did mine. She didn't have much to do except clean and wash and work at things in the yard. Like me. As girls do, we talked...about sex, our sex lives, our happiness (or rather unhappiness) as girls do. If it isn't unhappy, why share?

I asked her to share a beer. She said she shouldn't so I got out a couple beers and poured them for us..."It's a boring day..." I explained. She smiled that naive smile. We both relaxed a little and I told her my husband was not as nice as he seemed. Her's the same she said...we nodded in understanding.

There we were drinking beer when we shouldn't have been...you know...like naughty housewives sometimes do....Then my damned dog had to get involved. He walked into the kitchen and my neighbor patted his head. "What a nice dog," she said. Some more patting and, it was a woman, right? and the dog naturally began sniffing around...except this was my neighbor, who didn't know our secret...what do dogs know...and was licking her ankle..."He's sure a friendly dog." My eyes got cloudy a bit and I was instantly wet...like dripping. I crossed my legs for fear our dog would come on to me but he had no need for me, as it turned out.

I looked at my neighbor--at how her dress draped between her legs--and she said: "I've heard stories about dogs." I nodded and looked at her..."You know, dirty things about dogs," she continued. I was getting real hot now and it must have showed in my face. "Like what kinds of stories," I asked. My neighbor looked at me funny and smiled. I looked down at her legs. I got two more beers for us. She took a deep swallow! I tried to change the subject: "Can I fix us lunch?" I asked but my neighbor didn't answer. She had a mischievous look in her eyes and petted the dog again. In my wildest dream...but this was no dream...

My dog was licking her ankles and the red tip of his dick was out. He was licking up her leg and I looked at her and then at him. "What is he doing?" she said. "I don't know," I said. "Push him away." But she stroked his ears. "But it feels nice. I have heard about dogs like this..." She moved her dress on either side of her legs. I sucked in air. "My husband has always wanted a dog but I've said 'No.'" I could see her panties, or thong rather, and it didn't hide anything. I stared up her legs. She opened them and looked in my eyes. Her pussy lips were swollen and the thong in between. Her face was flushed now, like mine.

She looked at me as the dog kissed along her thighs. "Are you expecting anyone?" she said. "No." And now the dog was at her thighs. She was stroking his ears, "Nice doggy." He was licking ever closer to her cunt. He knew the routine with me and she was a woman. He knew what to do, where to lick. My neighbor was naked under her dress--just the line of thong--I knew he could smell her juices and I saw her dark hairs and the dog, well, he didn't care if they were dark or blonde like mine...he didn't care if it was me or her or any woman. He wanted the sweet taste of pussy. She pushed his face away and looked at me. "He won't hurt you," I said, "It's just a dog." "Do you think..." she said. "Just let him give you a little lick and then push him down," I teased. "Go on. It's just the two of us girls." She had another swallow of beer. What is it about girls and beer? Most won't drink it and say they prefer wine. But give me a girl who likes a beer and that's a girl who's more open to things. I drank some of mine and looked at her. "Well," she said. "Get on your hands and knees," I said. She stared at me in disbelief. "You're a bitch...a dog's bitch...like me. Try it. One lick will tell you. It's just the two of us." If there was a moment when she would leave, this was it. I thought she might storm off for home. I looked at her like: So what? It gets me off. She knew my secret then. The corners of her mouth were in a dirty smile, her eyes flashing.

"I don't want to do this," she lied. "Get down on your knees," I told her. She just sat there in her chair, like she didn't hear me...then she opened her legs. "Well, he's such a nice dog. Maybe one lick won't hurt." She patted its head, encouraging him. The dog resumed his licking of her thighs. His tail was wagging. I knew he had her scent. He kept at her, finally touching her cunt with his long tongue...her legs spasmed and her fingers went to his ears. The first touch of her cunt by a long slurping dog tongue. Too much for any woman to resist. I knew those thigh movements...the dog knew what to do...He gave her another tentative lick. Maybe she tasted different from me. She played with his ears. It was very quiet in the kitchen just then. He licked her again and she squirmed in her chair, scooting forward, waiting for more, cuddling his face into her cunt. God was I wet! This was new for me, too, watching. My first time. I reached for her legs. It startled her and she looked up. I petted the dog's back. Her legs were soft. The dog looked at me when I touched him and then went back to her, licking again. He had her taste. Different but good. He licked up one side, up the other and again, massaging her cunt lips, stroking her clit. She closed her eyes and held herself for more. Her legs twitched. She began to tremble.

"Get on your knees!" I said again. I was so hot just watching them and was fingering myself. She finally got off the chair and onto her hands and knees. I pulled up her dress and pulled down the thong, helping our dog onto her back. "I shouldn't be doing this," she said but her breathing was fast and her words whispered. She arched her back, lifting her ass. He was into it now, too. His dick out and dripping. He was gripping her back, licking her neck and hair. I spread her and guided his cock between her ass cheeks. Her hand reached underneath trying to position his cock...then she gripped my leg "Put him in me! Do it!" she said. I spread her cunt lips and guided his cock, the dog jabbed and poked and finally he was in her. He got frantic...dancing on her ass and gripping, pressing in her more. A new sweet pussy...different but sweet and willing and wet. She tightened her grip on my leg and he buried himself, plunging inside. Her breath was hot on my legs and she held on. The dog was gripping her sides, lifting her cunt, his whole long cock, pushing in, harder and fucking her with urgency. She gasped, releasing my leg, putting both hands in her face, sucking air, shaking her head from side to side. Her hand reached up to feel his cock buried in her. Dog cum was spilling on the floor. I was shaking, too, fingering myself, closing my eyes. Listening to the passion of dog lust with his hot new bitch. She was saying "No, no, no, no, n n no!" I knew what she meant. She had never come like this before.

She was out of breath and spread as wide as she could to help the dog cock...but it was over now. She was still gulping air and exhausted. The dog was panting, too, as he stood down, licking at her ass, licking up her juices and his too. Like a gentle lover, licking his bitch down from the top, tongueing her down, licking his own dick back into its sheath, just the tip showing, in and out as he licked himself some more. He looked at me and I patted his head. My neighbor still on all fours, still dripping, embarrassed but happy. I pulled her dress to cover her ass, her skin glowing and put her beer in her hand. She needed a drink. She sat back on the chair, taking a deep swallow. "I've never done that before." "Me either...until last month." She laughed at that and drank more beer. The dog looked at us both, side to side. "Good dog," I said. "Very good dog," my neighbor replied, smiling, looking down, a little ashamed. "My husband likes to watch," I said. "I've never been so..." she started. "Hot!" I finished. The dog looked up at me, approaching, but I pushed him away and he went to his corner. "Not now," I said. Maybe later, I thought.

I didn't see her until a few days later when she came out into the yard. Following behind was their new dog! She looked at me, a big smile on her face. "Good morning," she said. "Back at you," I smiled in return.

 

Back in school I had no problem speaking my mind or forcing my will on others. I had met several people some I even liked. At night I went to a local collage (I lied to admissions to attend) I studied finance and accounting and real-estate. And I work at a bank to learn about how money really controls all. The pay was good so was I. By the time I graduated from high school I had my real-estate license and was ready to test for my CPA.

 

I used my knowledge and my boss at the bank to take over defaulted homes and business. This is how I amassed my wealth. I was able to move my family into a better home, and provide for them in many ways because of it. I also made a reputation of being a “Dog in the Hunt”, nothing stood in my way.  

 

One night I was on my Harley checking on buildings on the poor side of town. It was 8pm when I stopped for a stop sign and noticed a local laundry mat. Through the large window is when I first saw her, she was a woman in her late thirties, dark hair, very large breast and a hard body of an Amazon warrior. I thought I would bust a nut just looking at her. I was frozen in time just staring from the darkness. I was awaken when I heard a familiar voice calling my dream woman MOM! It was a class mate of mine “Willow” she was a very very plain girl, I remember her only because in school others would talk about her behind her back saying how her mom had shot her dad in a fight. And she never wore any make up. This I thought was strange for so many reasons. Willow had something special about her, something that came from inside.

 

I drove off before I was spotted. The building they lived and worked in was owned by my bank so I bought the lease. My desire was simple I would have Willows MOM, and even Willow her self. This had nothing to do with love it was pure lust!! I was not a virgin by any means, I learned early from my Grandma but that was a different story for later. And there had been others I practiced on as I made my way along. So I developed a plan for the conquest of Willows mom. Her name is Betty, and in deed did kill her husband with a gun. So I was not going to be foolish.

 

My plan was find out every thing I could about Betty and Willow , then move step by step to my goal. I was ready to make my move, it started with me walking in to the laundry mat to have my suits done. My suits cost a few hundred dollars each and I placed them on the counter for servicing. Betty walked up to the counter it was hard not to stare or drool, I was able to speak well. She looked at my suits then at me, her blue-green eyes showed contempt and her voice was strong yet feminine. Her words caught me by surprise, “Well stud aren’t you on the wrong side of the tracks?” So I knew she was not a light weight and gave it back to her “No Love, there are no barrier for me!” she just smiled and winked as he filled out the order form. This is when I seen Willow doing something in the back, she was watching me but would stare. I smiled and called her name with this she came fourth with a hello; her mom was to the side trying to monitor our contact.

 

Mr. Wilson how are you? Is what I heard from Willow ? I easily corrected her with a Willow call me Joe please! And our conversation ensued until mom stepped in and handed me my receipt with instructions for her daughter to go back to work. This lady was a hard bitch in more then one way. But I was not going to let her get the upper hand, well Willow it was good to see you again and next time we need to do it not at work, then I left with a feeling inside that pleased me.

 

Two days later I returned to get my suits and take one more step forward. As I entered the shop the small bell announced my presence and again Betty approached with her hot body and after our transaction I inquired about Willow and asked to speak to her.   Her mom was becoming a little defensive and tried to pry what I wanted her for, this bitch was starting to be a real ball buster and I then downed on me I was starting to get in to this, she was just as arrogant as I am.   I stepped back and took in all of her I could, her hair was up, her dress stuck to her firm body because of the heat. My cock was hard as a rock and she know it! With the strength of conviction I said that is none of your business as long as she was over 18!! Just then Willow joined us with a shy smile and a hello Joe, Betty and me held our ground so I took one more step. Willow , when can you get out of here so we can do dinner? You could have heard a pin drop! No one moved and Willows mouth opened in shock then just as fast closed. Before Betty could speak Willow said it was up to mom. That but mom in the middle she and I both knew. Betty could only say “Go have fun Honey, her is my cell” Willow wanted to change so I went to my car and put the suits it the trunk. All the while mom was watching me, she wanted so bad to come out and say something but then out popped Willow and off we went, of course I waved to Betty as I drove off with her plain and still a virgin daughter.

 

Willow and I went to the most expensive restaurant in town, The Red Carpet. It is wear more money and business in conducted then the board room. Willow was out of her element and she hung on me so tight. Most of the patrons knew me here, and I was in the mood to show off Willow , call it a moral booster for her. I asked for a table in the back and we eat and talked, I was really starting to like Willow , and I found my self rethinking my goals and how I seen her. Yes she was as plain and simple as they come no complexities, simple ambitions and no demands. I found out this was her first date and she was 19 then. Her closes where loss fitting and it was not until just this moment I discovered her body to be as attractive as her moms only with out the mileage. She had a pleasant figure and her breasts were still developing. After some time she started smiling then laughing. She confessed she had never thought some one would ask her out and I asked if I could put my arm around her? I did, then I softly stroked her cheek with my hand her skin was so very soft. I looked her in her eyes I told her I was going to kiss her unless she said no, she moved closer to me for her first kiss. She was scared and looked down, I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to me and kissed her on the lips. To my amassment she opened her mouth to my tongue and we kiss so deeply I lost my self in its warmth. As we separated from the most fulfilling kiss I have ever had. I could only say whaw! She smiled devilishly at her feet.

 

We left and went for a walk and talked some more. I took her hand as we walked. We spotted a park bench and looked at momma duck and her offspring swimming by.   My arm was around Willow back no words were said and we kissed again. Willow was the first to brake the silence. Joe, I knew I am no beauty and I also know you are very rich and could have any woman you wanted so why me, why now? To these words I felt sick to my stomach, Willow was more then I had anticipated, she would complete me. Oh Willow I know that I can have any women I want, it would be because I have a lot of money and not me. I am looking for something more I do not know what it is but I thank it will be with you are someone like you. You do not ask for anything but are willing to give everything. Do you know just how special and rare that is? She was now crying in to my chest both of my arms around her holding her becoming one with her. I was now feeling my cock growing and I did not want Willow to know it.  

 

I stood and said it was late and was should go. As we drove Willow moved close to me and laid her head on my shoulder, one hand moving up and down my arm. This was having an effect on me that needed some relief. I was glade Willows eyes where closed or she would have know exactly what was up, at least 7 inches any way. Then Willow nearly killed us when she said “Joe, are you going to fuck me tonight?” I nearly lost control of the car but managed to stop and pull over with a WHAT? coming from my mouth. She smiled and said you know I am a virgin; I have never tasted a cock or even seen one other then in books. I have been enjoying what is happening with yours, so I am asking are you going to fuck me tonight?

 

I thought a thousand things in a matter of seconds from how I wanted to fuck her to being the next victim of her mothers rage. I also knew my next utterance would determine both of our lives in the most profound way. My steps where tripping me up and my desire for her mother was still there but now I wanted Willow . I kissed her and said, do you know how special a gift it is you just offered me? I will not lie, I want you in the most profound way, but it would not be true love. It would be a hunter taking an innocent flower. I will not take you Willow not now it would be wrong, I could not do that to you. She had tears in her eyes when she kissed me hotly. Willow said her mom has told her that guys only wanted sex and once they got it they moved on to the next victim of their lust. I pretended to be shocked but confirmed what her mom said. Willow moved closer and said either I do not excite you or you care and respect me. I can tell I excite you to which he squeezed my very hard cock so I guess you have feeling for me? She was right I had to admit it I do feel some thing for her.

 

Willow had my cock in her hand stroking it through my slacks. She would look down at it then back at me with a smile. Joe she said so softly, I want to give my cherry blossom to you. It is yours when ever you want it, do you under stand, I could only nod my head. She squeezed my cock so hard I though a tunicate was on it. Then she smiled and said you may not want to pop my cherry now but I will have you NUT NOW. So either take us some ware private or I am going to pull it out here ware we are parked! I gunned the gas looking for a quite place.

 

We went to the lake and parked at a location I have always enjoyed coming to. She wanted me to take my cock out so she could see it. I said get in the back seat first, I was leaking pre-cum and walked with a limp getting in to the back of my beamer. I said Willow are you sure of this? She affirmed with a nod and a smile. She reminded me of a kid on Christmas morning waiting for their parents to say go for it. I started to tease her oh Willow do you want my lally pop, she went wild grabbing my belt then my zipper, I thought she would rip my slacks before I could lifted my ass for her to pull then down to my ankles. She stopped and looked at my boxers and the snake in it pre-cum had stained them and It wanted out bad. She then looked in to my eyes with wanting lust she was hungry and I was the main course. I laughed and said it’s all yours baby go for it. She dove at my boxer and finished unwrapping her present. It stood erect like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, she gasped and said “Oh My GOD, IT” S HUGES , JOE!! And I want IT”. She played with it and started stroking it, I was in total heaven and was enjoying the ride. The tip was wet and shiny from pre-cum from what had developed over the evening. I said ok Honey what now, she yanked my cock so hard I thought she was trying to pull it off, maybe she was! Then she kissed the head and the next thing I knew my cock was gone and replaced with Willows head, my god I gasped as she took me in her mouth and fed it with both hands. The only sound was the slurping of my cock. I do not know how much she took in and did not care. Her tongue was circling the head and was going to erupt. I said Willow pull it out I am going to shot my load. Hell this cock bitch held on and started jacking me off faster in her mouth. I BLOW and BLOW my nuts hurt when I was do. And she swallowed very drop and would not let go. I told her to take it out, reluctantly she did but stayed close the her lally pop.

 

She and I where both breathing hard my god baby that was the best head I have ever had, where did you learn to give a blowjob? She looked up from my lap still holding my cock kissing it softly “it was my first time, did I do it right?” fuck yes you did it right Willow I thank you sucked my balls out the end of my dick. We both started laughing so hard our sides started hurting and we where both crying because of it.

 

By now it was ten and we agreed she needed to get home before her mom called the police or the hospital. As we slowly drove she reminisced. Joe thank you for the best night of my life, I will never for get it as long as I live. I said Willow tonight is the first night of the rest of our lives and I too will always remember our first date. She screamed so loud, I said WHAT? you mean you want to take me out again, Oh yes Willow you are mine now. Yes Joe I am and I will do what ever you want, just ask!!!

 

Continued >>>>

After his divorce, Jack recognized that he was a different individual. In plain words, he was sexually dominant. In the years since his divorce, he had learned that he was very interested in the arts of Bondage and Discipline, and the predilection for S & M activities. He several close associations with women of similar mindsets, and had even become acquainted with people in the S & M community in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area. A friend of his, who called himself "Sir Steven", had set him up with several dates, all of which had proved to be very exciting. However, Jack had failed to meet that special woman with whom he wanted to spend his life.

Jack was in his office early that Tuesday morning. He had just returned from an all night flight from Bogota, Colombia. He hated to go to Colombia, because the return flight was generally a hassle. U. S. Customs Service would always want to thoroughly check Colombian flights. This was no exception. The flight had been complicated by Hurricane Jill which was churning up the eastern Gulf of Mexico, requiring Jack to fly around numerous embedded thunderstorms. When he got into Love Field late, the client was complaining about the rough flight, and the Customs agent had been a complete bastard.

As Jack was setting at his desk, completing his logs, he heard a knocking sound at the outer door to his office. It was too early for his secretary, and none of his other pilots were due in until later. Jack got up from his desk, with a grumpy grunt, and went to the door. Much his surprise, there stood Jill Cates. Jill was a delightful creature. She was only about 5’4" inches, with about 115 pounds of delicious curves. Her long dark brown hair, worn with bangs, hung over her radiant blue eyes like a soft cloud. Jack always thought she looked a lot like the revered Bondage model, Betty Page. Jill was also the accountant at New Iberian Oil Corporation.

"Well…, are you going to invite me in?" she asked, "It’s raining out here!":

Jack smiled, "Yeah, come on in, Girl. It’s a little early, and I wasn’t expecting company. What can I do for you this morning."

Jill grinned and replied, "Well, Sir, it is not what you can do for me, it is what I can do for you. I have a check for you from New Iberian for last month’s charters. We flew a lot with you, and we owe you a lot of money, so I thought I would drop it off this morning on my way to work"

With that she handed him an envelope, which he opened. Sure enough there was a check in for $175,000.

"Wow, I didn’t realize we flew that much for you guys, but now that I think about it, I guess we did. Thanks Kid, I appreciate it. My pilots love to get pay checks."

Jill just stood here, in her black raincoat, complimented by her four-inch heel black patent leather shoes. Jack thought she was one hot lady, but she was ten years his junior. She was always very friendly to him, and acted like she wished Jack would ask her out. He had considered it. Just looking at her creamy skin, and sweet smile caused his cock to stir in his trousers, even though he was tired from the all night flight.

"I could use a cup of coffee, Jack", Jill requested.

"Uh-uh, sure, come in to my office and sit down. I have a pot going," he replied.

Jill preceded him to his office and set down in the chair facing his desk. As Jack followed her into his office, he could not help notice the lady had great legs, which were enhanced by her high heeled pumps. When she sat down, her black raincoat slipped open, revealing a delightful bit of her legs above the knee. Smiling, she watched him pour her a cup of coffee. At her request, he dropped a couple of cubes of sugar into the cup.

Jill took the proffered cup, and after sipping the hot brew, smiled and said, "I was chilled. This will help."

They sat for a few minutes, passing the time of day, with meaningless conversation. Jack got the feeling that Jill wanted to say something to him, but was trying get up her courage to do so. Finally, with a big sigh, she looked at Jack, from across his desk, and asked "Jack, can I ask you a personal question? Really personal?"

"Well, I guess so. What do you want to know?"

"Jack…look...uh, we have known each other for five years. I think we know each other fairly well. I like you. In fact I like you very much." With that, Jill cast her eyes down, staring into the cup of coffee she was holding in her hands. "I have always thought your were a great looking man, with his head on straight. I have tried to signal to you that I would be interested in going out with you, but you acted like you never had any interest in me. I know you date women, so your are not gay. So, is there anything wrong with me, or you are just not interested in me?"

Jack was taken aback. His mind was on several other things this morning, as well as the fatigue experienced from the Bogota flight. He collected his thoughts, and replied, "Well, I guess females named Jill are going to dominate my life today. First there was Hurricane Jill taking a swat at me last night, and now I have a Jill in my office, stirring up my life."

"Jack," she said, "I don’t want to complicate you life. Maybe this is a bad time. I just had to ask."

"No, it’s alright, just took me by surprise," he answered.

Jack was silent for a minute, and after sipping some coffee from his cup, replied, "Lady, let me put it this way. You are quite a bit younger than I am. I never thought you would be interested in me because of my age."

"Jack, I never considered any age difference. You are a vital man, and ONLY 40 years old. I find you exciting, and I thought we would hit it off just right."

"Ok, ok," he slowly replied, "but there is another problem that dictates any relationship I may have. Look, you are a beautiful and bright woman, who appears to want a career, and to control her own life. I, on the other hand, am a dominant man, especially in my sex life. I am a very dominant lover. A great number of women would not like a man like me. I will not push myself on any woman. However, I need a submissive woman in my life. I do not apologize for myself. I just know who I am, and what I expect in a woman. At this time in life, I cannot change. I am who I am."

He thought for a minute, and said, "I would have been very excited to take you out, but I did not want to ruin the friendship we have when we found that it could not work out."

"Would you explain to me what you are looking for in a woman?" she asked, with an expectant look on her face.

"Oh, God, Lady, you don’t really want to know about the darker side of me!" he answered.

"Yes, Jack. Yes I do. I really like you a lot. It would have to be something really bad for me to lose interest."

"Well, OK, you asked for it", Jack sighed, "In a nut shell, I am a dominant kinky bastard. I like my woman to be subservient, slavish if you will. I would tie her up, whip her, torment her, and not allow her to say no to any sexual advance. At home I would not allow her to dress. She would be kept in the nude, and dress only how I wanted, no matter how revealing. I have friends who are into Bondage and Discipline, S & M. I like the life style, and want to live it."

Jack looked back down at Jill, saying, "Now you asked. You have no right to be angry. In this world of feminism, I am an anachronism. I realize this, but I also realize who I am, and my needs. I would not foist them on another person. As a result, I never asked you out, because I did not think you would like my desires and wishes. I like you very much, and value your friendship too much for that. You asked, so now you know. I would say off hand, that the smartest thing you could do, is to get away from me. Run away from me, as fast as you can!"

"Oh, Jack, if you only knew me as well as you think you know me", she replied, with a nervous smile on her face. "I know "Sir Stephen". I am in the closet with my desires and feelings, but I have confided in him. I also know that you are friends with Stephen. I mentioned to him how I feel about you. He then told me about you and your desires. I think we have the same interests, naturally I am submissive, very submissive. I have never acted on my desires. It is frightening to be at the mercy of someone you don’t know or trust. Jack, I trust you, and I need you to know who I am, and how I feel. I have dreams and fantasies about being under the control of a strong dominant lover, who will enforce his will on me. When I heard that you were of the same mindset, I could have fainted with excitement!"

The room was silent, as if both Jack and Jill were trying to digest what had just happened. Jack slid his chair closer to his desk so his hard cock would not be visible through his trousers. He log hard cock was being painfully cramped by his clothing.

"Lady", Jack finally answered. "I hope you know what you are doing. I would love to take you out, and discover what kind of chemistry we have. Look, I have a Customs agent due here any minute. Why don’t we go out to dinner tonight, and discuss this thing in depth. I want you to know exactly what you are getting into."

"Jack, that would be wonderful", she smiled, "Why don’t you pick me up at 8:00 o’clock, and lets get really acquainted."

With that, Jill stood, blowing Jack a kiss, turned on her heel and headed out the door, into the morning rain. Jack’s erection was now very painful.

 

The seating in Durado’s was intimate. Jack Dillon had secured a table in a quiet part of the restaurant. Jill had been waiting in front of her apartment building, waiting in anticipation for him to arrive. She was magnificent. Jill had dressed in a black silk blouse, and a black leather mini skirt. Her dark smoke hose, and black leather 4 inch pumps matched beautifully. Over her arm, she carried that same black raincoat she had worn earlier in the day. Her legs were on display with the short skirt. Her breasts were obvious, outlined by the black silk blouse that seemed to be tailored to her body. She was in fact, a very beautiful and hot looking woman.

When Jill seated herself in Jack’s car, her skirt slid up her thigh, revealing that she was not wearing panty hose. The tops of her stockings were clearly visible.

Now they were in the restaurant, with waiters buzzing about, taking drink orders and pouring water. Finally their drinks were served, and the two began to talk about themselves, exploring their secret lives. Jack patiently explained that he expected any woman he picked to be his significant other would have to understand his desires. She would want for nothing, and would give everything. She would be virtually, and in actuality a sex slave. She would forsake any right to say no to any sexual advances or to any restraints or torture inflicted on her.

"Jill, the things I do to women who consent, would put me in jail if we were strangers, or if she did not consent to what we were doing. If you want a relationship with me, that is how it would be. If your have any doubts, we had better stop this thing now."

Jill, was quietly listening to Jack. As he finished, the waiter brought their meal orders. The conversation stopped and the waiter fussed about, making sure everything was as it should be. Finally, privacy was restored.

"Jack, I am a novice. I am excited about having a relationship with you. I will do as you want. Just be patient and teach me what you want me to be", was her answer.

Jack took a bite of his veal, and turned to Jill. "If you are serious about obeying me, I have a request for you."

"What is it", Jill asked.

"I want you to get up, right now. Go the restroom. There, I want you to take off your bra, and panties. You may fold them up in you hand, but do not hide them. You are to bring them back out here, and hand them to me! Do you understand?" he asked.

Jill swallowed, and then nervously replied, "Yes, Jack, I will do as you ask."

With that Jill stood up, threw Jack a kiss, and strolled across the restaurant to the Ladies room to accomplish her designated task. Jack watched her beautiful body and great legs, shown off by the short skirt and very high heel pumps.

In a few short minutes, she returned to Jack’s table. It was obvious that she had taken off her bra. Her breasts, which now seemed larger after being freed from her bra, swayed and bounced as she walked across the room. In her hand was her bra and panties as Jack had ordered.

She sat back down in her chair, and deposited her bra and panties on the table between her and Jack. Smiling, Jack picked up the undergarments, and put them in his coat pocket. He looked back at her, and said, "Now, I never want to see your blouse buttoned up that high. You are never to button your blouse above the level of your nipples."

Jill slowly unbuttoned her blouse to the required level. The nearest allowed button was just below her nipples. She looked down and discovered a lot of her breasts were on display. In fact, if she leaned over too far, her complete breasts might be visible.

"That’s good, Lady. Now pull your skirt up so the tops of your stockings are on display."

Jill did as she was ordered. Jack leaned over the table and taking her face in his hand, kissed her. Jill nearly melted. His kiss was every bit as good as she thought it would be. She was excited, and would do anything to please Jack.

They ate their meal, with Jack stroking her thighs and in general letting her know he was satisfied with her response, and was looking forward to the rest of the evening.

 

The trip back to Jack’s house was intimate. As Jack drove, he stroked her thighs and brushed her breasts. As ordered, she had pulled her skirt up to her waist, displaying all of her stocking legs and her pussy. Likewise, her blouse was now unbuttoned to her waist. Her breasts were completely exposed. He informed her that this is how she was to be arranged any time they were alone in the car.

She rode with her hand on his thigh and stroking his erect cock through his trousers. He would not allow her to do anything more intimate. It was as if he was teasing her, building to the evening at his place.

On arrival to his house, Jack escorted Jill into the den. It was cozy, with a large fireplace. The room was clearly masculine, yet very tastefully done. After Jack lit a fire in the fireplace, he poured glasses of wine for them both. They sat on the couch, with their bodies touching. Jack savoring the moment, with Jill waiting in anticipation of what Jack would require of her. The wait was short.

"Jill, I want you to stand in front of me", he requested.

Jill rose from the couch, and stood about six feet in front of Jack, facing him, with a nervous, but excited look on her face.

"Take off your blouse, and skirt", he ordered.

Slowly Jill took off her blouse. Her spectacular breasts swayed into view. Jack had always thought she would look good in the nude, but never this good. Next her skirt came off. Now she was wearing only her garter belt, hose and heels. Her pussy with a delicate thatch of dark brown pubic hair was delightfully displayed. She was a magnificent creature. She moved her hands behind her back in a motion of submissiveness. This accentuated her breasts. She was a dream. Jack thought that maybe he should pinch himself to make sure it was not in fact a dream!

"Jill, if you would, go to the antique chest over by the bar, and open the top drawer. There you will find several coils of rope. Bring me at least three of them", was his next order.

Jill complied. The drawer was filled with all kinds of restraints. She caught a glimpse of steel handcuffs, leather wrists cuffs, and of course, the standard white cotton rope. She retrieved the requested strands of rope and took them to Jack. On his orders, she turned her back to him and placed her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. Jack was quick to bind her wrists tightly in that position. Another strand was placed around her elbows. She gasped as he tightened the rope, forcing her elbows together in the small of her back. It seemed to her that her breasts exploded on her chest. With her elbows tied like this, her chest, and subsequently her breasts were force out. This excited her as it forced her breasts to be more vulnerable, more available to Jack. Jill was almost dizzy with erotic excitement.

At Jack’s instruction, she stood there, turning about so Jack could look at her. She blushed as she saw at the excitement on Jack’s face. It was obvious that he liked what he was seeing. He walked to her, and took her in his arms, holding her tight, kissing her, nearly smothering her with excitement. As he was kissing her, he turned her slightly so his hand could find her up raised breasts. He kneaded them, pinching her nipples, twisting and pulling on them. His other hand slipped down to her ass, squeezing each cheek, and slipping his finger into the crevice, tickling her little ass hole. Jill nearly fainted with excitement.

Jack then led her to the couch, where he sat down. He then pulled her over his knees. "Jill, I am not angry with you, but I am going to spank you magnificent ass. I’m going to spank it because it is beautiful, and because I want to. You may cry or scream if you want to. The room is soundproof."

With that he started to stroke her ass cheeks. His hand moved between her inner thighs where he found her smoldering pussy. She was hot. Her pussy was a caldron of sweet hot juices. Jill thought she would come if he continued to rummage through her pussy like this.

Finally, Jack moved his hand to her ass, and started to spank her. The swats became harder, and the heat on her ass rose. That heat was being translated directly to her pussy. Jack struck harder, causing her to gasp, and whimper. Finally she began to sob. She tried to keep still, and she struggled to do so. Her ass was now on fire. Still she struggled to stay in position. The heat in her pussy was now volcanic.

At long last, Jack stopped her spanking. He pulled her off his lap, and placed her in a kneeling position on the floor directly in front of him. He unbuttoned his trousers, and extracted his cock. Jill was both surprised, and pleased at its size. It looked wonderfully menacing. Jack pulled her up to a upright kneeling, in front of his sitting position on the couch. They were face to face, tears from her spanking moistening her face. He pulled her to him, sliding his rigid cock between her thigh’s, rubbing against her scalding pussy.. Jack was pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts. From time to time he would slap them, causing them to quiver and sway. Jill was quietly whimpering with excitement as Jack abused her.

Finally, Jack pulled her face, still wet with tears, to his and kissed her long and passionately. Jill kept rubber her cunt against his cock. He ended the kiss, and waited for Jill to regain her breath. She was gasping for air, as she was sliding her pussy back and forth on his cock.

Jack, looking deep into her eyes, asked, "Jill, I want you to be my slave. Do you submit, and give yourself to me, completely as my naked bound slave?"

"Oh God, Oh God", she cried, "Yes! Jack, I want to be your slave. Yes, do it, I submit. I am yours!"

Jack smiling, and stood up in front of her, with his cock in front of her face. "Suck it!" Jill kissed the head of his cock, and the slipped it into her mouth. She was like a hungry terrier, worrying a bone. She could not get enough of his enormous cock into her mouth. She was totally consumed with the moment.

Jack, then pulled his cock from her mouth, and assisted her to her feet. In her excited haze, she was tottering on her high heels. Jack took her by the arm to steady her, and again he kissed her long and passionately, while his other hand was squeezing her breasts. As she regained her balance, he moved his hand to her pussy. He took a hand full of her curly brown pussy fur, and pulled on it. When he heard her gasp from the pressure, he whispered in her ear, "It’s time for you to be royally fucked!"

With Jill struggling for her senses, Jack was pulling on her pubic hair, using it as a leash to lead her to his bedroom.

Continued…

He was slamming her silly as an older man was pulling his limp but long, cum covered cock out of Donna’s mouth. Looking at her face and mouth I could see the remains of those men she’d pleasured earlier. I couldn’t begin to guess how many men she’d sucked off, put it must have been a lot. Her face, chin and lips were soaked in partially dried semen. I knew she’d eaten more than she wore, but it was still a lot. The man withdrawing from her mouth leaned over and whispered something in her ear as he stepped back, which gave her the giggles.

Anna walked directly to the altar where her mother lay. The altar was a low slung bed-like affair, about half the width of a queen sized bed. It could and had been lowered or raised at either end, and there were restraints built in to secure those persons of that persuasion. Donna hadn’t required them this, as I’d learned earlier, fourth time. The mistress of this little show usually had about 35 people in her group, but knowing of my daughter’s involvement and presence had brought in some extra hands.

I saw the room take a collective breath as Anna approached the altar, and without missing a beat lowered her pussy to her mother’s lips. She then reached down and began to massage Donna’s tits, with both hands. Donna’s love of pussy had originally confused me, as several times over the years when I’d suggested threesomes, or group sex, she’d vehemently said no. As it was, she began to munch on her daughter’s pussy like it was the last one on earth. This while Fred, slid back to watch the show and stroke his cock.

The hostess, Marilyn then suggested the two ladies do a 69, while Fred continued, in Donna doggie style. Fred and Anna shifted positions, while Donna pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Fred, entered from behind without missing a stroke, and bottomed out in Donna’s cunt. Anna was busy as she started to slowly lick and slurp on Donna’s labia. Donna, wasn’t into subtlety at the moment, however as she began to heartily slurp out the contents on Anna’s pussy, some of which I’d dumped in a few minutes before.

The sight of this was incredible. The two women I loved more than any others in the world were busily and happily munching each other’s snatches. I saw that Donna had on a blindfold that would make discovery of her partners difficult. I took this as standard practice having seen it in several scenes of other in-house videos I’d seen here.

The two ladies were so hot I wondered how the cameras were filming this without melting down. As she munched her mom’s pussy, I saw that Anna would occasionally lick and suck on Fred’s balls, and root. He began to struggle to maintain his erection. According to what I’d heard, he’d cum swiftly in someone’s mouth. I watched amused as he fought his losing battle against my daughter’s talented tongue and mouth. Like her mother, she had a gift for this and shared it.

He was goner, without even knowing it. Having sampled both the ladies in question’s oral talents, I knew that even with the hidden drug, trick or mental discipline he would blow soon. I’d no sooner thought this when I saw him start to heave and thrash as he shot his load into Donna’s, now well fucked pussy. This didn’t deter Anna at all as she pulled his cock out to finish him with her mouth and slurp down the last of his load.

This was like ringing the bell, at the ranch. I saw 10 men start to line up and form up behind each of them. They were very polite, and it seemed to me as if this particular maneuver had been rehearsed. As they took their places the two hotties on the altar, continued their oral ministrations on each other.

The first man up on my daughter’s sweet little ass, was the hugely endowed black man from the earlier video. He stood on the floor and then pressing and rubbing the end of his cock in her slit, lubed himself enough to begin fucking her. I saw and heard her take her mouth away from her mom’s boiling snatch to moan out as he pressed it deep within her. He started slowly, but didn’t seem to have much control, as he quickly sped up. He was liberally covered in sweat after a few moments and was dripping by the time he shot his load deep within her.

Not to be undone however, I saw that the line had also formed up behind my lovely wife. Her first lover was a hispanic fellow, with a cock that while not huge, was quite wide. I looked on as he began to try and squeeze it into her. If the scale of the camera was correct, the head of his cock alone must have been almost 5 inches. If it had been a little shorter it would have been like getting fucked by a square cock. He had a good technique, but must have been really turned on, because he didn’t last very long. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and shot his load down towards Anna’s busy mouth. She somehow managed to keep her mother going while catching quite a bit in her mouth.

This was just a representation of what they went through for the next 20 minutes. All the while they were busily munching each other, they were getting nailed by man after man from behind. One amorous fellow tried to start anal on Donna, but she yelled at him until he stopped and took her pussy instead. Anna had no such qualms and took it in either hole, like the slut she was. Soon her ass looked like it had been painted white.

Donna and Anna came at almost the same time. I think that Anna was slightly ahead and wanted to simultaneously cum, looked to Donna’s asshole and fingered it just as she began to lose it. This was the catalyst that Donna needed and as they both came the men in their rears did so as well. This was a good thing as they both began to thrash and buck, as I’d never seen before. As I watched I became concerned, as it seemed that they came forever, and in an extremely violent fashion.

Having been on the receiving end of Donna’s orgasms for years, and recently having experienced one of Anna’s as well, I could tell that this was a big one. They moved and screamed out with their pleasure. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. They were both covered in cum, their own and the men’s who’d been taking care of them. They were both the type of woman who squirt a bit when they orgasm. I’d seen Donna cum quite a bit before, but never this much. Anna had kept up with her squirt for squirt and they were both shagged and soaked from the force of their orgasms.

At this point I realized that I was exhausted. I reached over for a drink from my now empty glass and noticed a definite shake in my hand. This wasn’t too surprising given all that I’d seen this evening. It did make me think about making good on what I’d told Anna earlier and I shakily rose and walked to the bathroom after retrieving my clothes from the pile on the floor.

I entered the bathroom and started the shower to let it run while I pissed a good portion of the whiskey that I’d drank all night out. Following about 20 minutes in the shower and I felt almost human again. I was way too drunk, even then to drive home, so after dressing I used the phone to call a cab and gave an address down the street from Marilyns’ home.

I walked out of the house through the main living room, and as I did so paused to look at the show continuing on the large screen television. It revealed that Anna and Donna were side by side on the altar, still taking all comers. Donna was still wearing her blindfold and as I watched the two of them were deep tongue kissing as they were alternatively being fucked or eaten by some of the women who’d decided to join in the fray. I simply shook my head as I quickly scribbled a note to Anna to bring home my car, and left the keys behind.

I staggered out into the warm summer night and walking out to the gate exited and continued down to the address I’d given the cab company, just as he drove up. I sat down in the back seat and after telling him my address immediately fell asleep until we arrived. The driver finally got me awake and after paying him, along with a large tip, went inside to stagger upstairs. I had just enough energy left to kick my shoes off and loosen my belt before collapsing on my king-sized bed.

My dreams were nothing compared to the reality I’d witnessed before bed. As much as I can remember of them, they were like re-runs of home movies when my kids were still small and we did the family things together that normal people did. This was interspersed with erotic scenes of both my wife and my daughter servicing me, their brother and son, or each other.

I awoke much after the sun had risen to the unmistakable feeling of a mouth on my cock. Most mornings I, like a majority of men, woke up with a piss hard-on. This morning it was getting some not altogether unwanted attention.

I lay there just enjoying the sensations, not too eager to open my eyes and see who was doing this to me. I imagined it was Donna, getting in a little early morning snack. I finally opened my eyes right before shooting my load, to see my daughter’s gorgeous blue eyes gazing adoringly up at me as she pulled her mouth off the end to watch my cock spurt up her nose and across her lips.

This startled me and I jerked back. Anna just smiled as she licked her lips clean and wiped the rest of my goo off her face with her fingertips. She then took the cum she’d gathered and slowly licked it off her fingers. All the while her eyes never left my own.

"I’d have thought you’d have had enough for one day," I stammered.

"I can never have enough of your cum, daddy," she replied smiling mischievously.

"When did you wrap it up?" I asked.

"I left at about 4 a.m." she said. "When I left mom was still at it. She’d just finished a train of about 15 people and that was when Fred got his second wind, and jumped up on her. She said she was going to fuck him, with just her pussy until he came. She still isn’t home, so for all I know they’re still at it."

"Did your mom ever find out who you were?’ I asked quietly.

"She found out after our second chain, of guys," she replied. "We all took a break and I went to soak in the hot tub. As I was relaxing in there I heard someone enter the room, and heard her gasp as she recognized me. It really surprised her."

"I’ll bet." I said. "Then what happened?"

"We had a soak and a long talk," Anna responded. "We talked for quite a while, and I told her what I’d told you. She took it really well. Of course she’s a total slut anyway."

"Don’t talk about your mom that way," I said instinctively.

"Well she is you know," she said. "She’s just fucked, sucked or eaten the pussies of about 100 people last night, if that’s not a slut, I don’t know what is."

"I see your point," I said, after thinking a moment. "Then what happened?"

"We walked hand in hand back into the party and joined forces to suck and fuck as many of the people there as we could," she answered. "It was really hot going back in there, with her knowing who I was and all. We even got back together again briefly about 2 a.m. We got some toys and put on a quick show for the room, right before about eight guys finally lost all control and ran in and grabbed me. They took me off to the side of the room and just had their way with me. I had cocks in me, and on me, and rubbing everywhere else. It was great."

She continued the story for about another half-hour telling me of the erotic goings on at the party. She told me of many of the people that had attended and some of the more bizarre and sweaty occurrences she’d witnessed or participated in.

Hearing this blow by blow, so to speak; was having a terrible effect on me. I felt my recently spent cock begin to twitch again, and as she’d not left her position between my legs Anna saw it as well. She just reached up and began to slowly stroke my cock as she continued with her tale.

"Mom, had started up with a couple of the girls and was surrounded by naked women, with their hands or mouths all over her," she said. "She was stroked, petted, eaten, or licked by almost every woman there. There are a couple of very strictly straight gals in the group and even they got into it, by squeezing her tits while they were fucked from behind. She and Marilyn got into the hottest 69 I think I’ve ever seen at about 330."

"So you left shortly after that?" I asked, to try and distract both her and myself.

"Yeah, not long after that," Anna said. "I took a shower, got dressed and found your note and came on home."

"Did you tell your mom about me being there, or what we did?" I asked.

"No, you asked me not to," she replied. "She did ask me what I thought about you joining up though. I told her that I thought you could handle it. It was all I could do not to laugh and tell her though."

When she finished saying this she began to slowly lick my cock from base to tip. I felt myself again going as hard as a rock. I shook her off long enough to completely undress as she fingered her red and raw looking pussy.

"Doesn’t that hurt," I asked.

"Yes, a bit," she said. "But it feels so much better with a cock in it. Can you help a girl out?" She said as she shook her shoulders and gave an obscene little shimmy. "Please put that hard thing in me."

Never one to disappoint or fail to honor such a request, I sat back down on the edge of the bed and began to caress her arms and tits with my hands. She leaned into it, moaning softly. Her nipples stiffened immediately as I leaned in and began to work them over with my mouth and tongue.

She reciprocated by lightly brushing the shaft of my cock with her hard fingernails. That drew a deep shudder through me as we leaned together and deep throat kissed. She sucked on my tongue like she’d done with my cock earlier.

I reclined on the bed on my back. My cock pointing straight up into he morning sunlight streaming through the window. She crawled over to me and mounted me slowly lowering just an inch or two of her pussy onto my hard cock. She began to tease me something fierce as she controlled the depth and speed of her thrusts. When I tried to spear her with a sudden upwards thrust she just leaned back and avoided it, as my cock scraped across her thigh.

"No, no," she said. "I’m driving this train."

I leaned back and nodded as she again lined up on my cock. I raised my hands and began to caress her thighs and lower back as she again took charge of our fucking. She moved left, right, up, down, and even rotated for a bit all the while changing speed and depth. All those years of running and gymnastics had definitely paid off. She ran me through my paces but good.

I could hold off pretty well though, as I’d already shot more in the last 12 hours than in the previous 12 weeks. I gave back as good as I got, sometimes getting a free shot in while she lapsed her attention. I also reached up and began to massage her tits while I fucked her. This had the desired effect as she had multiple orgasms and shook so much I thought she’d break my back.

After a while of this, I couldn’t tell you how long; she raised herself completely off my cock.

"Time for something completely different," she said in her best Monty Python imitation.

With that she lined up and moved her ass up a bit and then took one hand and smeared some of her copious amount of juices and my pre-cum onto and into her asshole. I just grinned up at her like an idiot. I was about to ream her ass like I’d done her mom.

"Can I drive sweety," I asked quietly.

"Sure dad," she replied and leaned back and turned away from me.

I got up on my knees and approached from the rear. Taking my own hand and reaching up to her snatch I too rubbed some of her juices on the head of my now straining cock. Little did she know that fucking a girl in the ass has long been one of my favorite acts, and one I do very well. When I ass fuck a woman, it is enough stimulation to keep me hard, but not quite enough to make me cum. As a result I usually last pretty long in Donna’s ass.

About twice as long as when I fuck her normally and about 10 times longer than in her mouth. I normally only fuck Donna in the ass when we both want to go for a long time, or when we have an all-niter. I’m not in the incredible Fred’s category, but I can go for a long while, and Anna was about to find out, just how long.

I lined up and slowly began to insert my cock into her brown hole. I expected it to be tight, but this was the tightest butt I’d ever had. Her anal ring was strong as she leaned forward to let my cock slide into her. I continued to push in until I was balls deep in her ass. She took a deep breath and leaned back into me.

I reached up to stroke and fondle her butt cheeks as I slowly drilled her rectum. Her hard muscles rippled like steel springs under my hands. The intense amount of running and exercises she does to stay fit enough to compete, have given her incredibly sexy looking legs, and her ass is to die for. She also very flexible as I found out yet again.

I was driving the train, but she was steering it. She did things with her spine, hips and lower back that I can scarcely recount, let alone understand. Not only that, but she had an incredible level of control on her anal ring and rectum as well. She pushed, pulled and squeezed with it. I felt as though I was being run through a dull meat grinder at one point.

I varied my thrusts, both speed and depth, and occasionally pulled out and drilled her pussy some more. All the while she moved and gyrated back and forth and up and down, matching me move for move. At one point I was only giving her the very tip of my cock, and her incredible control was actually milking my cock, rhythmically pushing and pulling on it.

As I did this I reached around and varied between pinching her tits, and probing her pussy with my fingers. I stroked her clitoris with the fingertips of my right hand, while pulling her nipples with my left. She moaned and grunted through several orgasms as I did this.

She had another big one and I felt my legs get gushed on as she squirted out, and had to stop what I was doing with my hands to hold on for dear life. I stopped pumping in her, with my cock buried as deep as it would go as I held on. The bed frame creaked and groaned as she thrashed about, and I barely managed to cling to her sweat covered back.

As she finished with her orgasm I continued in her ass. She hung limp and barely moving at all. I had to use one hand to hold her up as I pressed on into her ass.

"Dad, please finish, for God’s sake," she moaned.

"All in good time, my dear," I whispered in her ear. "This is my revenge for getting me going so early in the morning after last night. You should probably have let me sleep."

She just moaned again as I picked up the pace. I began to really slam her ass at this point. She just dropped to her knees, and fell onto her face and shoulders into the pillows as I slammed again and again as hard as I could into her sweaty ass. Her control was slipping at this point and she eventually just lay there, unable to move or fight back. I was raping her in the ass, and thoroughly enjoying myself. She again came to orgasm while I slammed her ass and stroked her rock hard clit. This one wasn’t as strong as the one previous but she squirted more female cum as she did so.

I felt the familiar twitch in my cock head again and knew I’d shoot soon, I felt a hand on my balls and a kiss on my neck. It was so unexpected that I shot then and there. I turned to see Donna, naked; leaning over the end of the bed, pulling on my sac with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other.

"Hey baby, does that feel good?" she whispered to me.

I just moaned an answer as I shuddered through the most intense and strangest orgasm of my life. Here I was balls deep in a girl, that until earlier the previous evening I’d thought was my daughter while my wife of 22 years was stroking my balls. I was covered in sweat, both my own and Anna’s, along with her cum and mine.

I fell back onto the bed as I tried to gasp out a reply. I looked quickly over to Anna and saw that she’d just collapsed face first on the bed, seemingly out to the world. Donna was standing where she’d been when she’d finished me off with her hand, with a lusty looking grin on her face. She took one look at me and dove in, to take my cock in her hand and began to lick, stroke and suck the combined, cum and crap off it.

She sucked hard and long and before I knew it, I’d shuddered through another mini orgasm dribbling a few painful drops of cum into her mouth. I thought that I was going to die. The sensations running through me were too much for one brain to hold. The last thing I remember before passing out was her eyes boring into mine, while she licked her lips like a cat with a saucer of milk.

How long I was out I couldn’t tell. When I did regain consciousness I was sandwiched between Donna and Anna. They were both facing each other and seemed to be speaking quietly and had been for some time.

"Welcome back sleepy-head," Donna said quietly. "I’m glad you could come back to the party."

"Hi dad," Anna said kissing my ear.

I could feel a hand stroking my semi-rigid cock, but was too out of it to know whose it was. I tried to open my mouth, but it was so dry and my throat was so parched that I couldn’t speak. It was several moments before I could croak out anything even close to intelligent.

"Hi," I said weakly.

"You look like something the cat drug in," Donna said with a twinkle in her eye. "Anna will you please get your father something to drink."

As she nodded and pulled out from under the covers, I felt the hand leave my cock. She’d been stroking me while her mother lay less than a foot away. The cheeky little bitch.

"Donna, I can explain," I croaked.

"Shh, there’s nothing to explain," she said placing her finger to my lips. "Anna told me she was going to seduce you last night, and it seems that she was successful. I don’t care. Besides there’s something you have to know. Anna isn’t your daughter. I had a brief fling with Mike, Candy’s brother; it was while we were having problems right before I got pregnant with her. "

My exhausted state, must have been enough to cover the lack of expression on my face or surprise I’d have normally shown. Donna continued on telling me the same story she’d told Marilyn month before, which I’d seen on the tape last night. Anna returned after a few minutes with one of my T-shirts on and bearing a large glass of orange juice. I gulped through it as Donna continued telling me the story of Anna’s conception. This was while Anna left downstairs to fix breakfast for everyone, something she does whenever she’s at home from school.

After trying to digest everything I’d heard, I asked, "where were you last night? Why didn’t you come home?"

"I went over to Marilyn’s to work out and had a few too many drinks, I thought it would be best to sleep it off there. I did call and leave a message, but I guess you were too busy to check the machine."

"You must really hate me, for doing that to Anna," I said.

"No baby, I don’t," she replied. "I knew she was going to seduce you, and I know how much you love me and her. It makes me feel really good to know that you’re willing to share that kind of love with her too. I also know how great you make me feel, and I know that you’ll never hurt her. That makes me feel really great. So don’t worry about a thing. It’ll be our little secret. Besides from what I could tell earlier, your own conscious wasn’t that bothered by it, why should mine?"

I just lay there. I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was my wife casually dismissing my fucking of her daughter. Even if she weren’t mine by blood I’d raised her, and for all intents and purposes was her dad. Donna had just wiped clean any guilt I might have felt in taking Anna.

Anna entered the room with a huge tray laden with fresh fruit, eggs, cheese, toast and coffee. I found myself ravenous, after the events of the previous 12 hours. As I finished with my breakfast I looked over at the clock and discovered that I was 4 hours late to work.

"Don’t worry dad," Anna said. "I called in sick for you for today, and the rest of the week. I think we all have some special bonding to keep us busy."

Donna snickered at that as she got out of the bed to go to the bathroom. While she was gone, I whispered to Anna. "She still doesn’t know about last night, does she?"

"No, not yet," she whispered back. "We were talking about it before you woke up, and she wants to take you to Marilyns’ on Saturday, the night of her next party. She wants to get you liquored up and take you in all sly like. I think we should turn the tables on her, though, and I’ve got a plan if you’re game. I’ll tell you more about it later. For now though, let’s see if that cock of yours has anything left in it."

Standing behind Amy murmuring his approval, he reached out his free hand and ran it over the curves of her gym-toned ass. Then he stepped closer and bent his arm around her body and cupped her breasts one at a time in his big hand, pausing long enough to circle each large areola until her nipples came to full attention. From there he let his hand drift down across Amy’s belly and into her bush where he proceeded to lightly trace the outline of her pussy lips with his fingers. Amy had closed her eyes when this all began and I swear I heard her let out a tiny moan at this brazen stimulation.

After a few minutes of this teasing Dan played his own version of good-cop, bad-cop. He said “I think I need to get your attention lady” then sat on the bed, put Amy over his knee and proceeded to spank her ass . . . hard. I could see the stinging blows bring tears to my wife’s eyes. Once her un-tanned white skin was covered with his handprints, Dan gruffly told my wife to get down on all fours in front of him on the edge of the bed. Still smarting from the spanking, Amy did as he said. Even though I was frightened, I couldn’t take my eyes off my naked wife in such a vulnerable position. I thought Amy was scared too because she was kneeling motionless and staring straight ahead with her eyes opened wide. As I followed her gaze I saw she was actually staring at Dan. He had un-zipped his pants and exposed the largest cock I had ever seen. Even flaccid it was at least six inches long and 1½” thick. Stepping closer to Amy, Dan ordered her to take him into her mouth and said “you better be good at this”. Although Amy had rarely performed this act on me, she complied. In short order Dan’s cock had grown to what must have been a full nine inches long and at least 2” thick. Even though I was scared, the sight of my wife’s mouth and tongue moving sensuously up and down this huge shaft caused me to get aroused. While being serviced by Amy, Dan apparently noticed my more modestly endowed 7” hard-on and motioned me with his gun to get behind Amy. She had never allowed me to try this position before, but of course she was unable to argue – or even speak – with such a large prick in her mouth. As I placed my hands on Amy’s reddened ass and gently entered her pussy I noticed that she was quite wet. Was she turned on by this animal act? Dan told me to push harder and with each stroke I forced Amy’s mouth deeper onto Dan’s giant cock until she was nearly taking it all in. In a few minutes I came, but Dan was still going strong.

Removing his still-throbbing cock from Amy’s mouth, Dan told her to be quiet and not to move a muscle. My wife complied and the only movements were her breasts swaying gently back and forth because of her heavy breathing. Her erect nipples seemed to vibrate in time to her rapid heartbeat. Dan commanded me to trade places with him. As he walked by Amy’s side he reached underneath her tits and used her nipples to wiggle her breasts back and forth. This caused Amy to let out a yelp of pain but it appeared to make her nipples even harder nonetheless. As he moved around to Amy’s exposed pussy she started to object but Dan slapped her hard on her already tender ass and said: “Shut up bitch, you’re going to love this. Now suck on your husband’s dick!” Without further protest, Amy meekly took me in her mouth as Dan entered her from behind. The sight of a stranger slamming his enormous cock into my previously frigid wife again and again and again was strangely exciting to me. I could actually hear Dan’s giant balls each time they slapped Amy’s ass. This, and my wife’s new-found skill at sucking cock, caused me to get another erection. Horrible as this invasion was, there was a dark corner of my mind that was secretly smug about the position Amy was in. As long as we had been married she was always the one to say “no” to my advances. Once-a-month missionary sex was about all she would consent to. Now here she was compliantly sucking me off while getting boned from the rear by a monster cock – a situation she most certainly never envisioned for herself.

I was losing myself in the moment when I realized Amy was shuddering with multiple orgasms. Apparently a huge cock splitting her pussy was just the thing to get her off. This caused me to lose my load into her mouth, and like a subservient 1950’s wife she swallowed every drop. Dan continued to pound away while fingering Amy’s clit. Far from gently swaying, Amy’s tits were now violently rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust from Dan’s battering ram. Since he hadn’t climaxed yet he told me to fondle the bouncing mounds of flesh. “And don’t be gentle, this bitch likes it rough!” he barked while continuing to thrust deep. I couldn’t believe it but as I squeezed and rubbed my wife’s breasts and toyed with her nipples with both hands I could sense she was cumming yet again. This was her fourth orgasm of the night, and as she let out another involuntary moan of pleasure Dan too exploded into her steaming hot pussy.

 
At that point Dan decided he wanted Amy all to himself so he removed some rope from his bag, tied me up and set me in a chair in the corner. I couldn’t move but I was made to face the bed, so apparently I was expected to enjoy the view. Because she believed the threat of violence was still very real, Amy was compelled to satisfy Dan’s every wish – and he had a lot of wishes.

Judging by the amount of time he spent fondling, kneading, kissing and sucking on her tits, Dan had the same fascination with them as I. They were swollen to at least a D-cup now and her nipples were longer and harder than I had ever seen them – at least ½” long and as big a round as my finger. No doubt they had to be sore from all the abuse but there was no indication of this as Amy did not complain at the attention. In fact, she actually seemed to enjoy it as Dan climbed on top of her and put his mammoth rod between her tits and gave her her first ever pearl necklace. She then proceeded to gently cup his baseball-sized sack in one hand and to squeeze his cock from base to tip and lick up every last drop.

Next, Dan got out a razor and shaved off all Amy’s pubic hair. Then he went down on her with his tongue, caressing her labia and clit until she came yet again. Watching Amy writhe with pleasure while another man’s tongue darted in and out of her now-smooth pussy got me excited anew and I had the woody to show for it. I think Dan took pity on me throbbing helplessly into the air and sent Amy to my chair with orders to jerk me off. Up close I could see her nipples were still rock hard and almost purple from their prolonged excited state, her face was flushed and her nubile-looking bare pussy was glistening. Amy stared into my eyes while she yanked my cock and as I shot my load all over the room I could tell that she was having the experience of her life.

After this short break Dan was ready to go again. Telling Amy to stroke and caress his cock and balls he had another mammoth erection in no time. The man was insatiable! Then, Dan had Amy assume several different positions for his cock-pounding enjoyment. The only one they didn’t try was our bog-standard missionary position. I saw Amy bent and impaled in more ways than I could imagine – from the reverse cowboy to having her ass high in the air I watched as they each had several more orgasms. The last was with Amy on top, resting her hands on Dan’s chest while he lifted her up and down the length of his huge cock.

As a final gesture, Dan made Amy come over and get me off with one concluding blow job. It was honestly the most exquisite of my life. Rather than the quick ones I had gotten on the occasional birthday or anniversary in the past, Amy really took her time and slowly brought me to an earth-shattering climax.

Afterwards Amy practically collapsed on the bed. Having been worked over by a real cocksman for the past six hours, she was totally spent and couldn’t have crawled off the bed if it was on fire. As the morning sky was brightening on the horizon, Dan tied Amy on the bed and prepared to leave. Before departing he had one last go at her, parting the swollen red lips of her bald pussy with the head of his cock and thrusting repeatedly until spurting a final load. Though weary beyond belief, Amy responded with her tenth orgasm of the night.

After checking to make sure her bonds weren’t too tight, Dan ran his hands tenderly over Amy’s well-used pussy, kissed her breasts and sucked both nipples one last time. Though nearly passed out from exhaustion Amy managed two titty hard-ons and a weak smile. Dan wordlessly packed his things and left the room.

What had started as a frightening criminal act had turned into a deeply erotic and ultimately freeing experience.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I took all this in as she squeaked and dove for her robe while I fell back into the hallway, stood, and ran back to the living room. Marilyn and Angie were still watching the movie and had begun to caress each other yet again. I stormed into the room, I was seriously pissed and was going to have some answers.

"What the fuck is Anna doing here?" I screamed at them.

I crossed over until I stood in front of them with my fists balled up and ready to fight. I was covered in sweat and it began to run down my back and legs.

"We already answered that question about Donna," Angie said with a smirk.

"You filthy rotten bitch," I yelled and reaching over snatched her away from Marilyn by the hair. With my free hand I slapped her across the face. I pulled her back in for another backhand slap by her hair, and continued this using her hair like a yo-yo cord until I was too exhausted to move.

As I did this Marilyn stood and tried to drag her away from me. I countered that by throwing a roundhouse punch into her jaw. She dropped to the floor like she’d been shot. I finally let Angie slip to the floor as I stood there heaving and blowing trying to remember what my life had been like a few hours earlier.

I’d had a devoted and loving wife, and daughter. I’d been in a monogamous marriage with my wife of 22 years, who I’d do anything for. My life had made sense, it had fit into a normal model that I could accept and deal with. Even all of the events of the last three hours hadn’t been entirely awful, just weird. Now this.

"Dad?" I heard from behind me.

I turned and saw that Anna had left the bathroom dressed in one of the black robes I’d seen everyone else wear. She was standing there with two towels and a handful of wash-clothes in her hands. I could tell she’d seen at least part of my tirade with the two now semi-conscious women. I took a large towel from her and wrapped it sarong like around my waist, as she handed me first hot and then cold wash-clothes to clean up and calm down with.

"I asked you what you were doing here a few minutes ago," I said.

"I belong here dad," she answered. "I’ve been coming here for 2 years now, whenever I was in town."

I groaned out loud with fury and pain. My little baby was in this nest of creatures, and they’d done god knew what to her. What was worse was that she, like her whore of a mother seemed to love it.

"How did you get started with these people, Anna?" I asked.

"You and mom are partly to blame," she said defiantly. "You went on that trip of yours for your anniversary. Who did you leave me with? Do you remember?"

It took a moment before I could do so. Then it came crashing down on me. We’d left her here with Marilyn. It had been a few months after her divorce, and Donna had thought it would be good for both of them. We’d taken a 10-day cruise around the Caribbean as a second honeymoon to celebrate our 20 years together.

I swayed a bit on my feet and fell onto the couch. I looked about me and saw that Marilyn was helping Angie to her feet. Angie stood there with her bloodied face and scratched and battered lips, supported by Marilyn who was bleeding heavily from the nose.

"Wow lover," Angie said. "You’re just getting me warmed up, don’t take too long with her, I’ll need another good fuck soon."

Marilyn said nothing as she helped her down the hall towards the bathroom I’d just left.

"Lover huh? It seems that I’m not the only person here with a story to tell now am I?" Anna said quietly. "How have been spending your evening daddy?"

"Nevermind that for now," I countered. "How did you get started up with these people?"

"It started because I was bored," she said. "You guys just left me here with somebody I didn’t even really know that well. I was almost 18, and you left me with a baby-sitter. I deserved better than that. I was old enough to look after myself. After a couple of days I started looking around the house. I found her little gym downstairs and her cache of tapes. After I watched a few of them I got really hot, and when she got home I confronted her with what I’d found."

"Then what?" I asked weakly.

"I told Marilyn that unless she let me join them, I’d rat her out," she replied. "I can just imagine what you’d have done then. You’d have freaked just like what I saw, but even worse would be that she and her group would all go to prison. She really didn’t have any choice. So she called her group together and we had a party."

"Did she tape that one too?" I asked.

"Of course she did," she said matter of factly. "She tapes all the parties. I asked for a copy of it, I have it back at school and she kept the original. Would you like to see it? It’s really good, I took a turn at the altar, and got fucked and eaten by about 15 people. It was great."

At this point I have to admit that I couldn’t stand any more. All I wanted was for it all to end. I sat on the couch with my face buried in my hands and began to moan. Anna watching my reaction came over and sat beside me. She pulled my head down to her shoulder and breast and began to say soothing words and shush me like a child. I sat there wracked in guilt and pain, over what my little Anna had gone through.

After a while her soothing treatment got through my pain and grief and I began to say, "I’m sorry." I said it over and over again. It became my entire focus to try to let her know how terrible I felt about what had happened.

"Daddy, it’s fine," she said when she saw that I could listen. "I wanted to do it. I still want to do it, it’s fun and I really like it. They have never hurt me, and I’ve never done anything that I didn’t want to. They don’t force themselves on anyone, and they don’t make anyone stay if they don’t want to. It’s a type of freedom that I’d never known until then. Please don’t feel bad about this, it’s what I want."

"But now they have your mother too," I croaked.

"I know dad," Anna said. "I asked Marilyn to approach her and bring her in. I was going to have her bring you in soon too. I wanted to wait a while first, because I knew you’d be the hardest to convince."

"What?’ I asked feebly. "Why in god’s name would you do that?"

"Because I love you and momma so much," she replied. "I wanted you and her to feel the same love and acceptance that I do. I wanted the both of you to be as happy as I am. These are wonderful people and they love me, and I them. I wanted the other people in my life to be as happy as I am."

"Sam too?" I asked, referring to her older brother.

"Yeah," she said. "It was what I gave him for Christmas last year. I brought him to the New Year’s fling that Marilyn has every year."

I groaned again. It was getting worse. I felt myself alone and detached from reality. My mind spun again and I felt on the verge of passing out. Anna seeing this, got up and went to the bar. She returned with another large tumbler full of scotch. I again tried to down as much as I could in one drink. The burning feeling of the drink as it passed down my throat brought tears again to my eyes, and seemed to help snap me back a bit to the real world.

"Daddy?" she asked. "Are you going to be all right?"

"Honey I don’t know that I’ll ever be all right again," I said. "What are you doing here now, I thought you had finals this week?"

"I did, I’m finished though," she answered. "I have 10 days until the next semester starts and Marilyn called and asked if I could come home for a special party. She paid for the plane ticket and met me at the airport and everything. It’s going to be great. She has mom downstairs and I’m to be unveiled to her soon. Mom is taking her fourth turn on the altar. No one else has ever done that many times. Marilyn has called in all her friends and some people she parties with when she travels out of state on business. Mom’s having the time of her life."

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"Marilyn has a closed circuit live feed from her party room," she replied. "It plays on every set in the house."

She jumped up off the couch to cross to the table where the remote was. I watched her as she stood up and walked. Her robe bounced up with her and gave me a flash of her legs and pretty little ass. She stood there and switched the channel until she came to what she was looking for. Then she came back to sit beside me.

I watched the screen as the door on the left side of the room opened to pass Angie and Marilyn. They’d cleaned up and looked steadier on their feet. They wasted no time in crossing into the room and jumping into the first pile of writhing, fucking and sucking bodies they could find.

"Angie really likes rough sex," Anna said. "You probably got her going like a furnace when you belted her around like that. I’m surprised that she and Marilyn didn’t just find a quiet corner of the house and fuck each other sick."

"Anna don’t speak like that," I said automatically. She looked at me and I at her, and then we lost it. I began to laugh until I cried. She did the same. It was several minutes until we could both focus back on the screen let alone breathe.

The action on the screen said it all. Again as usual, there were multiple feeds and it looked as if someone were switching the views from the different cameras, showing different parts of the room, and different bits of the action. The previous parties I’d seen hadn’t had more than 35 people in them at most. Looking into the room, I saw that there must have been nearly 100 people in there. There were men and women of all ages. Some looked older than the rest, but still in very good shape, and some looked much younger.

Again Donna was on the altar. She seemed to love being the center of attention. As I watched a man I’d never seen before was spewing cum onto her face, while her pussy was being ploughed by a burly looking black man. I saw Fred, the ever ready little fucker hammering some red-head in the corner of the room, near the bar. She looked like she was about to pass out from sheer exhaustion. The camera dwelt on them for a few minutes, as the woman had yet another orgasm.

Anna laughed and said, "that’s Fred of the long fuck. He got on me the first night, and I thought I was going to die. He just keeps on fucking, he’s amazing. Thank god he was the last guy in my pussy."

That took me a back for a minute. Here was my little girl talking about fucking some guy I’d just seen fuck her mother in another tape. I thought I’d try a little conversation to keep my brain from frying any more, and the liquor had really loosened me up.

"What’s his secret?" I asked.

"I don’t know, he won’t say," she replied. "But I’ll be damned if he just can’t cum unless he’s in some girls’ mouth. I’ve seen him literally fuck a woman to sleep, because she’s too exhausted to move. Most of the time one of the other girls will finish him off, or he’ll move on to someone else. He is a machine though."

With that she began to provide a running dialogue about the people present. She first told me of the people she didn’t know. These were the extra hands that Marilyn had called in for the big event. There were about 50 of them, and as she spoke I could tell she was making mental notes of which one’s she’d pursue when she went downstairs.

Then she began to discourse on the people she did know. She told me anecdotes of previous parties, who they were, what they did for a living etc. She told me of one preacher and his blond-haired wife who’d been members almost from the beginning. She told me of how the preacher couldn’t get off with another woman unless he could see and be seen by his wife. She also told me that the preacher’s wife had never had an orgasm until she’d come to one of the parties, and then only with another woman.

There was the story of the two tit obsessed women of the second video I’d seen and their love affair with lactating women. They loved the feel of tits filled with milk, and the taste of it. They were live in lovers who came here to play around and drive each other crazy. If any of the other women in the group were expecting or were nursing they would each pool their money to buy as much as they could.

There was the guy who loved to watch himself in the mirror. He was a bodybuilder and looked great. Every sinew and strand of muscle he had showed in stark relief under his skin. He wouldn’t do anything unless he was in an unobstructed line of view with a mirror. As I looked at the screen I saw him pull his rather large tool out of the ass of a black woman, and stroke it a few times, watching his reflection. He then placed the head back at her anus and pressed slowly in. She groaned and wiggled beneath him, frantically frigging herself with one hand.

There were two women, neither of whom Anna knew in the play pen, watching with gaped mouths and busy hands as they watched the action going on around them. They were really giving the toys in the pen a workout as they watched the sweating, heaving mass all around them.

There were 4 men standing over by the bar, drinking and watching the proceedings. They looked like any other small group of Sunday afternoon quarterbacks reviewing the big game. They pointed and made comments about the various couples, or groups and made the occasional cheer or jeer when someone came.

As I watched the feed from the room, I felt the liquor I’d drank again begin to lull me into a fit of relaxation. I felt Anna snuggle up next to me. Like she had when she was a little girl watching tv with me. I was reminded of how bizarre this situation was when I saw her begin to frig herself with her right hand, up under her robe. I startled and tried to move away.

"Don’t leave dad," she said. "You’re so warm and nice to cuddle with."

"Anna I don’t think it’s right for me to be this close to you, or watch this," I said.

"Why not?" she said. "You’re not really my dad you know."

That hit close to home. All I could do was to stammer out an incoherent denial.

"Dad, I know all right," she said. "I know that you’re not my biological dad. He’s dead."

"How did you know, and when?" I asked.

"I found out when I had knee surgery last year," she replied. "Do you remember donating blood in case I needed it? Well, mom had them run a paternity test on it. I looked at all the paperwork; I’m studying to be a nurse you know. I looked at all the paperwork and the test results when they came back in. I’m over 18 so they had to let me see them. I knew what to look for, and when I got out of the hospital I confronted mom and made her tell me the truth. So if you wanted to fool around it’s not like it would be incest or anything."

"Yeah but it will be if you do anything with your mom," I said.

"So what?" she replied. "We’re both adults in the eyes of the law, and no one can do anything about it anyway. What do you say dad, want a romp with your little girl?" She said this as she stood and removed the robe ever so slowly down her perfect shoulders until the mounds of her breasts showed.

At this point I defy anyone reading this to do anything other than what I then did. I was drunk, both with liquor and lust, staring at a half-naked nymph, with only a towel to separate us. I’d been sucked and fucked since shortly after arriving at the house, and wasn’t in the best frame of mind to begin with. I was seriously pissed at my wife, my son, and daughter, and everyone else in the house at the moment. All I wanted was to wipe the smirk off her face.

I grabbed her by the hem of the robe and pulled her onto the couch. She spilled onto it and her robe opened on the way. I landed on top of her looking down at her firm young breasts. I could feel the heat of her snatch through the towel on my balls. I cupped one of her tits and fingered the nipple. I felt a shudder go through her as she reached down and pulled the towel away from my crotch.

She moaned lightly into my ear, as I lowered my mouth to her tit and began to gently suckle at it. She was busy as well as she slowly stroked my cock to full size. She squeezed the shaft and head as she did so, milking my dick along.

"I want it in my mouth dad," she murmured.

I leaned back on my knees as she dove down to meet it. She completely swallowed my cock until I was balls deep in her throat. She started licking and working over the shaft, with her full tongue and tried to swallow even more of it into her hungry mouth. After a few minutes of this, she began to lick the shaft and the underside of the head, like taking in her first ice cream cone. She licked and slurped along the entire surface of my cock. She seemed to truly relish the taste of my meat and when she encountered some pre-cum, gobbled it down moaning around my dick. I was again in the paradise reserved for those men who encounter the exceptionally gifted cock sucker. I could see that the techniques I’d enjoyed for years were being passed around what passed as the water-cooler here. The word had gone out, and she like the others had taken their lessons to heart, so to speak.

She sucked and licked me for a time that I couldn’t really measure. At one moment it felt mere seconds and the next like she’d been doing this for days. Before I could shoot in her mouth though, I pulled out and reached down to her and asked, "do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yeah dad," she said. "It’s always been a wish of mine for you to fuck me, I’ve wanted that since I was old enough to know what fucking meant."

I stood with her, slipping the robe to the floor, and kissed her gently on the face. I kissed her, on the mouth and we briefly sparred with our tongues. While she stood immobile, I ran my mouth and tongue around her neck and throat. I nuzzled the back of her neck, and kissed the hollow where her neck and shoulder came together.

I began to kiss my way down her body, pausing for a few minutes to work over her breasts and nipples. I could feel her first orgasm take her as I gently bit her left nipple. I discovered that she was definitely her mothers’ daughter, even if she weren’t mine.

I continued on to her flat tummy and kissed and licked her navel and kissed along the line of her hips, as they passed around to her luscious behind. I grabbed and kneaded the cheeks of her ass, and slowly began to spread her ass cheeks with my hands. I just had to know if she’d inherited all her mothers’ passions.

I reached back as she squatted a bit, and ran my index finger along the crease of her butt. She moaned again. As she did that I placed my finger right at the entrance to her hole and gently prodded. She had another small orgasm, I could tell as I had started to slowly separate her labia with my tongue when she came. I discovered she was a gusher, just like her mom. She began to slip down to the couch and I rode her down, licking and jabbing my tongue into her snatch while tickling and pressing in on her rectum.

"Please fuck me," she moaned.

I did a small pushup to get lined up as she pulled her legs up and out. I pressed down until the line of our bodies was as well lined up as I could and slowly pressed the head of my cock into her. She squealed out in pleasure and slammed up onto me, impaling herself on my cock. I began by riding her slowly. I tried to do half thrusts in and out, but she was having none of it. She wanted all my cock in her, as deep as it would go. Seeing this I accommodated the lady by just bumping the end of my cock against her pubic bone. We kept at this for about 5 minutes, until I tried to slowly pull out. She let me do the slow comfortable screw at that point and I settled in for a long one.

She varied her reactions to my thrusts, and as she did so her hands became busy as well. With her mouth locked on mine in a deep tongue kiss, she began to stroke and scratch the outsides of my thighs, with her nails. She also would reach back and give me some of what I’d given her, with one dainty finger seeking out my asshole. As she did this I felt her signals, so much like her mother’s that she was about to cum. As I also felt this I broke our kiss, and latched onto her left nipple with my mouth and began sucking like mad.

This tactic, I’d used with her mom, also had the desired effect on her. She came hard, and it was all I could do to hold on. She was much stronger and in better shape than Donna, and I knew it would be a close thing to stay in her, until I shot. As she bucked and screamed, I let loose my last load of the night. It wasn’t the biggest one I’d ever shot, but it was one of the very best. I poured it into her pussy like a river, and came down from my orgasm with a shudder.

I felt her lying beneath me in a pool of our collected sweat, and cum. She’d gushed again, and the combination of our fluids was spread across the surface of her pussy and smeared across her thighs, when I pulled my flaccid cock out.

"Damn, that was hot," she whispered.

"You’re not kidding baby," I said also whispering.

"Dad, I’ve got to go downstairs in a few minutes," she said.

"I know; they’re all waiting for you," I said. "But let me ask a favor or two of you first. One, don’t tell your mom I was here, and don’t let anyone else do so either. Two don’t wash up before you go downstairs, and let your mom eat your pussy first thing. I want her to taste our cum. Will you do that for me?"

"Oh yeah," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "A little cheap revenge on mom then?"

"Yeah and on you," I said. "Oh by the way, your mom also cums really hard if you lick or bite her nipples right before orgasm, but if you finger her ass, she’ll go out of her mind."

"Where are you going to be/" she asked.

"Baby, I’m beat and my poor head needs a break," I replied. "I’m going to grab a shower and a cab and go the fuck home. I won’t wait up for either of you, so have fun."

"Oh dad, I hope you’re not mad at me for keeping the secret and getting you and mom into the group like this," she said very quietly.

"I’m not sure what I am at this point," I said. "I need a little time to sort all this out before I can answer that question. I’m also not sure when or if I want to tell your mom that I know. I’ll have to think about it. But I’ll tell you this, I’ll get some time off from work, and we’ll take you back to school in the motor-home, and maybe we’ll take the time to get to know each other better."

"I can’t wait dad," she said as she walked towards the staircase.

She was completely nude with one hand down between her legs cupping her snatch to keep the mingled cum inside. I sat back on the couch to watch as she entered the playroom and crossed over to the altar. This was a tape I was going to have to have a copy of, but I’d watch the live show first.

 

He had this dog on a leash. "I got it at the pound," he said. Too cheap to buy a real dog. I felt sorry for the dog as he would feed it nothing but scraps. We laid in bed a few nights later and he called the dog to jump up on the covers. I turned over on my side and pretended to be sleeping when he lifted the covers and the dog started started sniffing around. It was my turn to be grossed-out! God! that dog's nose was cold. He must have gotten a scent. I had gotten the cucumber ready for the salad just before dinner and the dog knew it. He was going at it and my husband was encouraging it. Then I felt a long tongue licking at me from behind. I pretended sleep but couldn't pretend for long. My resentment got the better of me, as did that tongue.

I would teach my husband a lesson about orgasm that night. Real orgasm. I forgot about oohing and aahing and let that dog have his way with me. Giving me one hell of a good licking and my husband petting its ears; urging him on to me. I was soon on all fours on the floor. "He's better than you," I was thinking without daring to say it out loud. I was imagining a real stud of a man rogering me; making me really come hard against every thrust. Then that dog let me have it and I was wet all over from myself and the dog and he was licking it all up. Then my husband took a turn and I had to pretend again. That dog wasn't tired and went at me for fuck number three that night...which was the best I'd had--no compliments to my husband who was lying there watching and calling me a "bitch-in-heat." One thing. I slept good that night.

He was off to work the next morning. I washed and vaccuumed and put on the telly and the dog was asleep. I stared at him there on the living room rug. Dog's sure love to sleep. I went to my bedroom and brushed my hair; looking in the mirror and wondering what kind of woman I was...I brushed and thought of the night before thinking about it with every stroke; feeling my resentment and how to get even; cucumbers and carrots for salad that night and feelings about that damned dog fucking me. I was getting wet again just watching myself. I dropped the brush, stepped out of my housecoat and put on my nighty.

Resentment, hell! I was going to seduce that dog and have a real fuck without my husband knowing. I was going to get even and enjoy it for once. I had no idea how bad I would feel. My nighty came to my waist and I went to the couch and called for the dog. Nothing doing. No interest. I got some dog food and anointed my pussy. Still nothing from my canine lover. I kneeled down and put some food on his nose which he licked. I put some more food on my finger and he licked that. I put some on my fanny and he took the hint and started licking the food. I put some more. He got a taste of me and his ears lifted.

I watched as just the tip of his dick came out of its little pouch and then more of the dick. It was very long and stiff and dripping. I was scared. I hadn't seen it while on all fours. It was a funny dripping thing. I wasn't sure now but the dog was getting frantic for my taste and that tongue was hot on me. I couldn't stop either and opened my legs wider. My husband would be pissed if he knew. It made me feel warm deep inside. I felt his hairy legs at my waist. He wanted fucking. Me, too. I edged my butt toward him and felt his dick poking around trying to find my hole.

God it was a funny thing. Made my hand wet. I'd clean the cucumbers with my hands later on for a really good salad. Right now I guided his dick against my lips. I was ready for that dog to make me come again, like last night. I jolted on the couch as it found me. It hurt going in but the dog had to have me now. His tongue was at my neck and his legs and dick were jumping around. I got off the couch and on to my hands and knees. It was easier for him that way. He pushed and pushed and fucked me hard. I leaned down a little, opening myself. It really hurt now but in a good way.

I felt the tip of his dick---deep. And again and now he had me locked into him. I was his bitch. He owned my cunt. My lips were spread and hurting and then I let loose. I was an animal. He was grunting and so was I. I couldn't help coming. Not like last night, under control. I lost control and wanted fucking. He gave me everything I wanted. Right there on the floor. I couldn't stop it. It worked me up. We were an instrument. A single knotted machine, responding to each thrust of that piston, churning every part of me into a frenzy of "oohs" and more "oohs." Real ones.

It was my ultimate in getting even. There on the floor, next to the couch where my husband and I would sit. I let that dog fuck my cunt making me come and come, spending on that glorious dog dick until he was done. I sure was done. His knot eventually calmed and left me there, wide spread, exhausted on the floor.

"Hi! Have a nice day?" I looked at my husband and smiled, cutting the cucumber for his salad. I was still hot and wet as I had been all that day.

"That was her intention," Angie said. "She meant for you to come into the group when she thought you could handle the truth."

"When was that going to be?" I asked quickly.

"I’m not sure, you’d have to ask her directly," she replied. "I’d wait though if I were you, as she’s going to be pretty busy tonight."

"Busy my ass," I yelled. "Why is she going to be so busy that she can’t talk to me about this?"

"Tonight is a special theme night," she replied. "We’ve gone to a lot of effort and expense to make this evening happen. Not only that, but I think that the discussion you’ll want to have with her, will want a more private venue, don’t you?"

I had to really think about that for a minute. If I spoke to her now, feeling the way I did, she’d become defensive, and pissed. Not that I was worried about her mood that much. It also occurred to me that if we did have a fight here, she’d probably never come back.

I was hurt and confused, but I was and had been hugely aroused by what I’d seen and done since arriving. I’d had great sex with two beautiful women and if I played my cards right could probably do so again, and have some others as well. These thoughts played across the shreds of my emotions and also that serpent part of my brain weighed in, by giving me another set of twinges to my crank.

"I see your point," I finally said. "I really like what I’ve seen and done here so far, and I know that Donna has too. If she didn’t she wouldn’t have come back after the first session. I also have to admit that sex between her and me has been great since she started coming here. If I have one compliant it’s that I wasn’t invited before now. Does she know I’m here now?"

"No," Marilyn said. "That’s one of our little surprises. We’re going to spring you on her a little later."

"There’s more of the tape you haven’ seen yet," Angie said.

"I think that I’d better see at least a little more before I see her again," I said with my voice shaking.

At this point Marilyn started the tape again. I saw that as before the tape was being shot from multiple angles and the rest of the crew must have arrived. I also noticed that the time stamp on the tape showed that more than 2 hours had elapsed since the time of the first action.

"We took a little nap," Marilyn offered. "She was tired, and I wanted her to keep up her strength."

The action picked back up with a shot of Marilyn and Donna lying in each other’s arms asleep on the altar. They looked so perfect lying there. Donna on her side, while Marilyn was lying above and to her right, pillowing Donna head on her tits.

A cut away came up showing the doors on both sides opening quietly. From both of them issued a line of men and women. They all wore their robes and what looked like carnival masks on their faces. The masks covered the eyes and top of their faces, while leaving the mouths accessible. It was difficult to tell at this point if any of those present had been in the first tape or not.

They all walked silently without a word across the carpet to take up position around the altar. They ringed in the two sleeping women. I took a quick count and saw that there were about 30 people in the room. The men outnumbered the women but only slightly. Looking again I saw that there were 20 men and 15 women. As they finished taking up their places, one of the women reached forward and gently shook Marilyn’s foot. She awakened and smiled at the sight that greeted her.

She quietly moved out from under Donna. Donna is a very sound sleeper, and usually has a problem getting out of bed in the morning. She stirred slightly and rolled over onto her back. A full on nude shot of her gifted the people present as she lay there, on the altar.

The woman, who’d awoken Marilyn, moved up until she was near Donna’s feet. She reached up and secured her feet to the altar with a set of restraints I hadn’t noticed on the floor earlier. These were spaced in such a way as to allow Donna to move a bit, but not to bring her legs together too far. The cuffs were lined with what looked like chamois or very soft leather. One of the others moved up and gently taking her wrists repeated the procedure on them. At this point she was still asleep.

I watched as the woman who’d awakened Marilyn stood and shucked off her robe in one fluid gesture. I stared at her for a moment and then shifted my view to Angie as she lay on the floor watching my reactions as I watched the tape. I quickly compared the two images and guessed who the first mystery guest was.

"Guess who," Angie said giving me a coy little wave from her place on the carpet.

I watched the tape again as I saw Angie move up until she was between Donna’s shapely thighs. Donna loves to be awakened by getting oral. I often do this on weekend mornings when neither of us has much planned for the day. It really gets her motor running and always leads to wild sex.

Angie began by slowly licking the inside of Donna’s ankles. She moved up tortuously slow until she was flicking her tongue over the back of her knees. This is part of Donna that’s really sensitive. Not as much as her tits, but almost. Donna began to stir in her sleep, and smile. I think she thought that it was Marilyn who was servicing her. I began to look forward to the time when her eyes opened on the sight.

Angie, was good at what she did, and made no clumsy or overt gestures or pressed too hard. This went on for almost five minutes with Angie, alternating between legs, or portions of them. She also moved steadily upwards, towards Donna’s pussy. Donna was beginning the slow progression from sleep to awakened arousal. This was something I’d seen many times, and I knew that it took her awhile before it would happen.

Angie continued on until she had her face pressed up against Donna’s twat. She flicked her tongue softly on her labia, and began to softly stroke her clitoris with the very tip of her tongue. Donna began to stir more until I saw the usual shit-eating grin on her face. I knew that she was awake at this point but was keeping her eyes shut. She told me once she does this as it intensifies the sensations for her. I could tell she was getting into it, as Angie began to munch pretty seriously on the clam before her. It’s always nice to watch someone who enjoys his or her work, as she obviously did.

Donna, eyes still shut, reached down and began to caress Angie’s hair and pull her closer to her snatch. Donna butters up a lot when she gets head, and this time was no exception. When I eat her, I like to smear her juices around on my face, and lips. Donna though, has remarkably sensitive fingers. As she stroked and pawed Angie’s hair, I saw her stop moving and take a deep breath.

"Marilyn?" she mumbled.

"Yes dear," Marilyn replied, but she was standing near Donna’s head.

"Is that you?" Donna asked.

"No dear its not," She replied softly.

At this, Donna’s eyes shot open and looked down to see who was between her legs. It was also at this point that the assembled people all dropped their robes to the floor in unison. That movement drew Donna’s head up and around until she could see what was going on. As she began to take it all in, Marilyn leaned over and bit her right nipple. Between the pussy munching she’d received and the sharp pain of the bite, Donna orgasmed again.

This was one of her harder ones, and she let fly with all she had. When Donna really cums hard, she squirts juices from her pussy. As I watched, one of the cameramen caught it, and it had been edited into the finished movie. She squirted about 3 feet and her juices splattered all over Angie’s face as she was looking up, Donna’s thighs and some landed on Angie’s back and ass.

The crowd surrounding the altar, watched this and as one began to applaud loudly. Some of the men hooted and howled as the women clapped and cheered. One guy was whistling to beat the band. Donna lay there in the throes of her orgasm, and blushed even more than before.

Donna’s aerial orgasm seemed to be like a starting pistol. The assembled people all fell to around the altar and began to engage in the hottest orgy scene I’d ever watched or imagined.

One of the men had crawled up and begun to lick Donna’s cum off Angie’s ass and moved his way up her back. His erection sliding out from side to side as he slid his way up. When he got to the proper position he thrust his cock into her pussy from behind, and began riding her. She responded by leaning back into him and fucking him hard.

A man with a stag’s head mask had taken up his stance over Donna’s head and lowered his cock to her gasping mouth. Without thinking she took it in her mouth and began to suck him off. Two women, one on either side had taken up places on Donna’s sides and were gently licking her tits. Her recent orgasm, returned like an aftershock and she began to moan around the dick in her throat.

Two other men, seeing open opportunities before them sidled up behind the women munching Donna’s tits and rear-ended them. One fucking the woman in her pussy, the other smearing lube on his cock and taking the other in her ass. As she began to moan, she passed the sensation to Donna who continued to cum.

As I watched I saw all of them begin to engage each other in a slowly frenetic fuckfest. There were cocks titties and pussies everywhere. These people were really familiar with each other and while there was some speaking or asking what someone wanted, most of the dialogue was in the form of moans and sighs occasionally punctuated by a shrill scream or loud grunt from the men.

Donna finished off the guy in her mouth as the fellow fucking Angie on top of them finished and they fell away to the side. As the one in her mouth finished his place was taken by one of the two black men present. He placed his cock at Donna’s mouth as she began to reach forward for it with her tongue. As she did this, another man took his place between her legs and pushed his average sized cock into her juicy cunt. It slipped in and he bottomed out with no apparent effort. He began a steady rocking pace, and every once in a while would pull out entirely before sliding ever so slowly back in.

Donna wasn’t the only one busy at the moment though. Marilyn had three guys doing her in a complicated sandwich. Each hole was filled with a dick, and she rode them all equally well. How she managed it, with a spine, I couldn’t figure out. She slurped away with a huge cock in her mouth while the two guys in her lower extremities had worked out a complex rhythm, between them. The guy in her ass either was too excited or something because her didn’t last long, and as he pulled out a plug of his semen leaked out her ass and began to work its way down her cheek.

It wasn’t too long until Donna had again worked her oral magic, and the guy in her mouth roared out as he shot his load. Donna being the cum hungry bitch she is, slurped and sucked him until the last drop. She had again only begun to take a deep breath when her mouth was presented with yet another cock. This one I thought I knew the owner of, as I’d seen her suck him off in the first movie. I saw that she too figured this out as she mumbled out a quick, "hello Tommy"; around the head of his cock.

The guy in Donna’s pussy looked like he was making a career out of fucking her. He altered his thrusts, speed and depth, and the whole while just kept on fucking her. After watching this and the others in the shot, I turned to Marilyn as she reclined beside me.

"Did that guy in her pussy ever cum?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she replied. "That’s Fred, he’s our ever-ready bunny. He’s always up for a good fuck, and has amazing endurance. He can literally go for hours, as he can only cum in a girls mouth. He had me down for about 45 minutes once, until I begged him to let me finish him off. Once he’s in place it usually takes a lot to get him out. On this occasion he fucked Donna for about 30 minutes until Angie snuck up on him and blew his bag from behind."

The rest of the action continued on. The cameramen shot a lot of film and there were a lot of cut-aways. This was due to the amount of action that 35 people intent on fucking each other silly can produce. As I watched though, I saw that no matter what else was going on, they continued to show Donna as the center of attention. Each time some guy finished in her mouth or sprayed his load across her face, they caught it on film.

"So is Donna the new star of the show or what?" I asked.

"No, not really," Marilyn said. "We just focus more on someone’s first time, and if they take a post at the altar. Most of the rest of the time she’s an extra or background player like the rest of us. There’s no real star of the show, although my camera operators tend to show their favoritism by giving some of them more film time than others."

I looked back at the screen in time to see Donna’s lips again coated with a thick coating of sperm, as Tommy pulled his tool out of her mouth. As yet another guy was set to take his place, Angie stepped in and told him to wait, as Donna needed a drink and a chance to rest her mouth. As she said this she placed the straw of a sports bottle to Donna’s mouth and let her suck out a bunch of liquid from the container. Donna, gratefully sucked out about half the contents as she worked her jaws back and forth. Angie didn’t leave the guy to his own devices as she took up position on the floor in front of him and Donna and began to slurp at his meat.

Donna watched this from an upside down angle. As she was being drilled by Fred and his never ending fuck, she also breathlessly began to provide advice to Angie as she sucked the guy off. Whenever there was a complicated move or technique, Donna would take over for a minute to lead by example. I saw Angie nod occasionally and take mental notes. Between them both they finished the guy off, as he sprayed his cum on their two faces. The two women shared it between them in a deep tongue kiss.

The action continued on as the two men servicing Donna’s tit lickers, finished off and went to get a drink at the bar. The two women fell together into a steamy 69 and cleaned each other very effectively. Marilyn finished off the guy in her mouth and the one in her snatch, just as another guy moved up to position his cock at her asshole. She leaned back and impaled herself on his cock.

This was just the tip of the iceberg though as looking around all you could see was more and more oral, anal and vaginal action going on. It was hard to focus on any one aspect of it as there was so much going on. The soundtrack was littered with moans screams and sighs and almost everywhere you looked was a wet pussy or pool of jizz.

At this point the guy fucking Donna was still at it. He never once fell into a rut and was providing enough variation to keep Donna’s attention pretty well. It was amazing though that he just kept on going. He’d really hammer her for a bit, and then slow down. He didn’t have the biggest club in the house but he really knew how to use it. I saw Angie, watching them and decide.

She crawled around the edge of the altar from the front and as the guy continued slamming Donna, she climbed up and gently began to nip suck and lick at his balls. Having experienced this myself only an hour ago or so, I knew he couldn’t last long. Nor did he as he arched his back and came with a short and abrupt grunt. He turned to glare at her a moment and she said, "Don’t hog all the action Fred."

He got up and moved over to where he could continue to watch the altar and the action on it. Donna was without a cock in her mouth for the longest I’d seen since starting this show. She was liberally covered in her own and many others cum, and a fine sheen of sweat. She glowed like a fallen star, as Marilyn now finished with her anal friend, and Angie began to work her over between the two of them.

Marilyn dived down to her pussy and began to lap up her cum and that of Fred, the guy who’s just shot off. As she did this Angie lowered her pussy to Donna’s face and she began to service her. The action between the three of them was so hot that it caused several of the people not actively fucking or sucking to pause and watch. They were the focus of at least two of the cameras now, and there were far fewer cut-aways, as the action progressed.

I’d been watching this unbelievable orgy for about 45 minutes now. Every time I thought the action would slow down or drop off, it found a way to pick up again. The threesome on the altar began to take over the action, however. Very soon that was the only action going on. The cameras showed the rest of the participants lying back against the couches or beds and just watching these three gorgeous women pleasure each other.

As I watched I felt that old familiar feeling again, but I also felt my balls ache. They’d been hard used for three hours and while my brain wanted action, they weren’t completely convinced yet. I thought that maybe a break was in order and told Marilyn and Angie that I had to take a piss and would return shortly.

Having been in the house many times previously, I knew where the toilets were and moved down the hall to the closest one. I did this naked as I hadn’t wanted to take the time to get dressed before moving on. I also figured as how they’d both seen me that way for some time now, I really couldn’t shock them much. I knew there were other people in the house but assumed they were all in the basement play room.

As I swung open the door to the bathroom, I started when I saw who was leaning back slightly applying rouge to her nipples. It was my daughter Anna. Sitting on the sink in front of her was a Mardi Gras mask, shaped like a bird.

She turned to look full on at me, just as we both asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Jason had told her she was too much of a “prude” and that he didn’t want such a serious relationship right now. He wanted to have fun while he was young. They were both 20 and had been dating for a whole year. She really felt he was the one. Suddenly he just dumped her and worst of all for that bitch!

 

She took a big breath and let the night air fill her lungs.

 

After a while Kylie came out of the house looking for her.

 

“What’s wrong honey?

 

“He’s there… with that slut. Didn’t you see?”

 

“So what? Baby you need to let him go and start living life again. Fuck him. If you’re going to let him get to you then he wins.”

 

“I’m just so sad.”

 

“Brenda what you need is to have a big hunk of a man fuck your brains out.”

 

They both laughed.

 

“Now come back inside and have fun. There’s some amazing guys in there.”

 

Brenda wiped her tears and followed Kylie back in. Her friend introduced her to Kevin who was giving the party. This was his parents’ house.

 

They started dancing and drinking and after a while Brenda just let go and they started kissing and feeling each other.

 

She was wearing a short pink skirt with boots that went up to the knees and net stockings. A white blouse that left her stomach free completed her outfit.

 

Tall and beautiful Brenda had never explored the power she had over men. With long black curly hair hazel eyes and soft white skin along with a pair of thin lips she was a sight for sour eyes. She had medium sized breasts that filled a hand but were not enormous. They were firm and with pink nipples that got huge when sucked. She had an innocent look and that only made her more attractive.

 

Kevin took her to his room. She was a little dizzy with all the alcohol she had in her system. She had refused to drink but Kevin had insisted so she had obeyed. He laid her down on the bed and started kissing her neck. He took a hand to her right breast and squeezed. She moaned. His tongue went deep into her mouth as he kissed her softly. She sucked it and then got her tongue inside his mouth too as he did the same.

 

That moment someone opened the door but Brenda had her eyes closed as Kevin was kissing her neck and going down into her breasts. She didn’t notice someone was there until she heard Kevin talk.

 

“You mind if my friend joins us?”

 

She looked at the guy at the door. He was tall like Kevin but less hot. Kevin was blonde with blue crystal eyes. This guy was bald and seemed a little high.

 

Before she could answer he closed the door behind him and kneeled beside the bed. Kevin lifted her blouse and both guys started sucking her tits.

 

She was a little drunk, sad and very excited and she decided to let things happen.

 

Both her tits were getting sucked slowly. Their tongues kept playing with her nipples.

 

Kevin took her blouse off and the bald guy took her hand and put it on his crotch. She could see that he had a huge cock.

 

Although Brenda had never been with more than a man the thought had been in her mind more than once.

 

She had her nipples shining with saliva from the guys. Kevin was kissing and sucking her neck while the other guy kept going at her tits. He pulled her nipples to him hurting her but also pleasuring her. She moaned with the pain but didn’t protest. While Kevin took his clothes off to reveal a fit body and a bigger than average cock the bald guy lifted her skirt and ripped her net stockings to reveal her black panties. He pushed them aside and spit on his finger. Then he rubbed it on her clit while she breathed heavily. Kevin also fondled her pussy once he was naked.

 

She had two guys feeling her wet cunt and her tits. Four hands on her body. While Kevin got two fingers in and out of her the bald guy was rubbing her clit. Then both guys fingered her. Each put a finger inside her at the same time while squeezing her tits.

 

Kevin then got to her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. The other guy opened her legs wide and started sucking her clit keeping two fingers inside her.

 

She started jerking Kevin while doing her best to suck him as far as she could. He pushed more than half his cock inside her mouth and she struggled for air. Then he got a knee to the other side. He was now right in front of her face. Her arms were between his legs and she held his ass as he started fucking her mouth holding her face up by the hair.

 

She still had her boots on and the ripped net stockings. Getting her mouth fucked while someone went down on her was the best thing she had ever felt. She had never been so excited. When Kevin got out of bed she saw the bald guy naked. He had a huge monster cock.

 

“Brenda is a nice little slut isn’t she Lewis?”

 

“Oh yeah. Sweet pussy.”

 

Lewis pushed her to the floor in front of them. They took turns fucking her mouth while she jerked the other one. Side by side they kept fucking her lips again and again.

 

Lewis pushed her face against his balls and rubbed them on her. Then he made her suck them one at a time.

 

“Suck those babies bitch.”

 

Before she knew it there were three cocks beside her.

 

Three more guys had come inside the room while she had her back to the door. They were naked and hard. Before she could say anything they rounded her. She was kneeling down surrounded by all sides with five guys with hard cocks and they were all big.

 

She was really scared now but had little time to think.

 

Cock was coming of all directions into her mouth. The guys were laughing and she saw that some were drinking bear. Kevin kept holding her head and turning her from cock to cock.

 

Outside Brenda could hear the music and people talking and laughing. No one knew what was happening to her.

 

One guy pushed his whole cock into her mouth making her gag. She fought for air as he began fucking her mouth as rough as possible, She was drooling and her eyes were watering.

 

She was jerking two guys with both hands while the third one held her hair and pushed himself completely into her throat.

 

After a while after she had sucked all five cocks without a moment of rest they held her to her feet. Then they picked her up and carried her away. They were holding her as a piece of meat. The four men, two holding her arms and two her legs went through the main room where the party was going on. She was half naked and with lipstick smeared all over her face. Her pussy was free and wet and her tits bouncing side to side. Her skirt was gone and all that was left were the ripped stockings and the sexy boots.

 

“This is where the real party is.”

 

Everybody applauded Kevin. As they took her to what she guessed was Kevin’s parent’s room the guests followed. It was late and everyone was either drunk or high or both. Brenda watched Kylie amazed at what was happening.

 

She screamed for help but Kylie just turned her back and left disgusted. Most women also left the party calling Brenda a whore as the guys lined up for the fuck fest that was to follow.

 

This room was bigger and with a larger bed and space for all.

 

“Look I don’t want to do this.”

 

“Shut up bitch. You were asking for it with these slut clothes.”

 

They threw her to the bed and opened her legs wide. Lewis the bald guy got on top of her and pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Everybody cheered and applauded him. Guys were encouraging him and laughing out lout.

 

Brenda had no idea how things had gotten so out of hand. There were about 25 to 30 guys watching her getting fucked by five men.

 

“I knew you were a little bitch since I saw you. You were crying out for cock. Well your going to get it.”

 

So Kevin had gotten her drunk for this. He had this planned all along.

 

Everybody was shouting abuse at her from fuck puppet to dirty ho.

 

Each guy was holding one of her legs as Lewis kept pounding her pussy with all his strength. Two other guys were sucking her tits. Her pussy was on fire. Lewis screamed as he filled her with hot cum. He pushed himself in a few more times and finally took his cock out.

 

“I’m next.”

 

Kevin said he wanted to fuck her doggie-style. The other guys got her in position and Kevin pushed his cock in. He fucked her rough smacking her ass and with two fingers up her second hole.

 

Two guys got in front of her and made her suck them. Another guy grabbed her hand and ordered her to jerk him.

 

Pretty soon guys from the “audience” started taking their clothes off.

 

Suddenly she had a cock on her pussy, two fingers on her ass, a cock in the mouth and a cock in each hand while two other guys squeezed her tits and Kevin kept smacking her again and again making her skin red to the point of bleeding.

 

Everybody was out of their minds now.

 

Brenda felt like a toy. Those guys were fucking her like animals. They were screaming and getting their cocks out to jerk off.

 

One guy held her face up by her long hair and spit twice right in her face. Another guy opened her mouth and dropped a huge ball of saliva into her. She had to swallow it when his cock followed to fuck her mouth brutally.

 

She felt Kevin cum inside her but another guy took his place.

 

She had no idea how much time had passed and how many guys were fucking her. She felt hands all over her body and cock never left her mouth or hands for more than a second.

 

Everybody took turns fucking her from behind and in her mouth.

 

The pain of guys squeezing her nipples and tits was so much tears were rolling down her face. That only turned them on more.

 

Everybody knew this was out of hand but nobody cared.

 

Slipknot was playing so loud she could barely hear what the guys were saying.

 

They were cuming inside her pussy again and again and soon in her mouth too,

 

In ten minutes five guys filled her mouth with hot cum and two others her pussy. They made her swallow it of course.

 

After what seemed an eternity they again picked her up. They held her way up as twenty or more guys followed her to the living room. They laid her on the big dinner table and surrounded her.   They passed her around after they had cummed. They fucked her pussy again and again. A guy poured beer on her face and beautiful hair to wake her after she had almost lost conscience.

 

They laughed as they saw her face soaked with beer.

 

Some guys started cumming on her face. There were guys that had cummed twice and were coming back for more and others that were jerking off watching the show and then cummed on her face or tits.

 

Her pussy was swollen and red. She had bruises all over her body.   Her face was covered in cum. She couldn’t open her eyes.

 

Suddenly she heard someone speaking in her ear. It was Jason.

 

“I always knew you were a little spoiled bitch. You never wanted to fuck. Now look at you. I’m going to make you pay.”

 

She couldn’t believe he was there. The man she loved. They rolled her around and without preparation Jason pushed his cock into her dry ass. She screamed of pain but a cock was soon inside her mouth. Someone grabbed her hair and fucked her savagely while Jason was destroying her asshole. While one guy fucked her mouth someone cummed on her hair.

 

The pain was too much. Jason was slapping her already bleeding skin while fucking her without mercy.

 

As Jason cummed another guy took his place.

 

Again men cummed again and again inside her this time on her ass.

 

Feeling sick she threw up on the floor. The guys cheered as some of the cum she had swallowed was expelled from her body.

 

Finally she lost conscience for good. Some guys slapped her face around but nothing brought her back.

 

She woke up a few hours later.

 

She was on the street in an alley. Naked only wearing her boots. She was lying inside a huge garbage can. There were all sorts of filth besides her. It smelled awful.

 

She tried to move. It took her ten minutes to climb out to the sidewalk.

 

The guys must have thought she was dead so they dropped her there like trash. She walked naked, bruised with dry cum all over her, bleeding from her ass and pussy. She smelled of urine as some guys had also pissed on her while she was out.

 

A car stopped and she begged the driver to take her home.

 

The woman offered to get her to the hospital but she refused.

 

She never went to the police. She couldn’t bear the shame.

 

Kylie never spoke to her again. Everybody knew what had happened. She was the constant target of humiliation and jokes.

 

Brenda ended up moving to another city to start over but she never forgot that night.

The End

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