“Why not?” Mada laughs.

Meg puts down her cup of coffee and slaps me hard in the face. The girls laugh.

It is the usual morning setting: I am kneeling on rice, topless, with metal clamps on my nipples, while my colleagues have their coffee and cigarette. Slapping is a new element, but I know how to behave.

“Thank you, Meg,” I say humbly.

“Thank you, Miss,” she corrects me.

“Oh, sorry. Thank you, Miss.”

“Worms like you are not entitled to address me by mere name.”

“Oh, I can see that, Miss.”

“Are you a worm then?” Mada asks.

“Yes, Miss, I am a worm.”

“OK. I have permanent marker here. I write it on your brow, for everybody to see.”

“Make it rather ‘dumbhead’, honey”, Fiora suggests. “Put the word ‘worm’ on her face, it is shorter.”

“Oh, splendid. And what about her other cheek?”

“Perhaps ‘bitch’ would be good,” Dana says, who isn’t very loquacious but tortures me with great delight.

“Excellent,” Mada says, performing the task with great care. “But there is still room on her chin.”

“Well, ‘slut’ seems convenient,” Fiora says.

“Wonderful.”

When she finishes her work among big laughs, I know what is my job.

“Thank you, Miss, for decorating me like this. May I kiss your hand?”

“You may. And I may slap you and I will.”

She does, with my kiss on her hand. The others are laughing and slapping me, too. I get a lot of slaps. When one girl stops, another starts again. My head shuttles like a pendulum. Slap! Slap! Slap! My cheeks are burning and the stinging hits make my tears come. They stop only when my nose starts bleeding. Then they finish their coffees and cigarettes while my head is hanging back to stop the bleeding.

“It was a beautiful slapping party,” Mada says. “After lunch we will get another. Now let’s see the cane.”

It is usual to give me two cane strokes per head, to make me more attentive to my work. But Fiora seems discontent.

“Two strokes per head doesn’t seem enough, girls” she says. “Let’s give her more.”

“You are fully right, Fiora”, Mada says. “From now on her bottom will get five strokes per head every day. Twenty altogether. Do you understand, bitch?”

“Yes, Miss, thank you, Miss”, I say humbly, kissing Mada’s hand again.

I receive another text from master about an hour before I was to leave work. He was ordering me to remove my thong and bra and place them in my purse. As I walked into the bathroom to do so, I couldn’t help but pinch my nipples and slowly rub my breasts while taking off my bra. And as for my thong, I couldn’t help but insert a few fingers into my moist, aching cunt. I couldn’t wait to walk out this door and get home! The next hour seemed to drag on.

Finally I was walking to my car. The excitement was building in me. I wanted to get home more than anything. When I was on the way home I couldn’t help but insert a butt plug and masturbate. I wanted Master to tear me apart tonight, and really make me the sex slave I’ve always wanted to be. Before I knew it I was home. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what tonight would bring.

As soon as I walked into the door, Master was there. Waiting. He ordered me to turn off my phone, I would be to busy to take any calls. He sat down on the couch with a beer and told me to slowly undress, and he warned me, my thong and bra better be in my purse. He was pleased to see I obeyed him, and I knew that would be better for me in the end. As I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, my breasts fell out. He looked at my hard nipples and I saw a little smirk on his face. I pulled my skirt down making sure to bend over for a good amount of time with my legs spread so he could get a good look at my shaved pussy. He questioned me about the butt plug and told me that’s what a good slut did to get prepared. I threw him a soft smile. He called me over to the couch, an order which I quickly obeyed with no hesitation. He told me I was going to please his tonight. I always say I want to be more of a whore, so I need to prove myself. I knew this was finally my chance so I ripped off his shirt and started kissing along his neck, slowly worked down his body. I took my time licking and kissing every part of him till I got to his huge cock. I removed his jeans and boxers and starting slowly taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I took more and more every second, I wanted to tease him but just the sight of Master’s cock makes me want it. Before I knew it I was taking his whole cock in my mouth. I know how much Master likes his balls played with so I removed his cock from my mouth and took his balls in my mouth. Licking and sucking on them he moaned in pleasure. I can’t help but smile when I hear his moans, the more his squirms and moans, the more wet my pussy gets! I suck on his balls for what seems like an hour before he says “slut, I’m gonna come, you better take my load”. I know exactly what Master wants, so I move back up to his cock and let him explode all in my mouth. After swallowing his sweet cum I almost want to cum myself.

He then flips me onto the couch and kissing my breasts, he whispers “good slut, you know what Master likes”. He blindfolds me and carries me into the bedroom. I feel the ropes around my wrists and legs and have to hold back the moans of excitement. As he ties me to the bed I hear him. He tells me how I’ve been a good slut lately and hes going to fuck me so hard tonight. (I love when Master talks to me like the slut I am.) He continues to tell me that he’s going to slowly touch and kiss every part of my body while he plays with my huge breasts and flicks my nipples. But when he tells me hows he’s slowly going to eat me out and bang the shit out of me and I can’t make any noises or cum….well I almost want to orgasm right then and there!

Master gets out the butt plug I love and picks my ass up. He roughly inserts it and tells me to get comfy, cause I’ll be wearing it for a while. He starts with my neck, kissing and licking me slowing. I jump a bit when I feel him sink his teeth into my shoulder. I can’t control it but a little moan slips out and Master catches it. He said “I told you no moaning!” and twisted my hair in his hand. I bite my lip to try to control my moans. With a firm fist wrapped in my hair, Master makes his way to my nipples. They’ve been hard for hours which is just making them more sensitive. He licks them while massaging my breasts with his free hand. I feel his teeth and fingers twisting my nipples. Before I know it, all I can feel is clamps closing tightly on my nipples. I squirm and try to keep my moans silent.

Before I know it, all I feel is a huge dildo being shoved into my pussy by Master. He lets out a laugh and asks me how it feels. I tell Master how it feels amazing. With the dildo completely inserted in me, he starts licking me. Licking around the dildo, licking my clit, everything! I felt him spread my clit apart and start licking. The tongue ring Master has is amazing. He’s just amazing at eating pussy. He licked my clit for what seemed like hours. I was trying harder than ever to keep my moans silent and not cum. But god knows I really wanted to cum more than anything. Master randomly removed the dildo and as he did I begged him to let me cum. I kept repeating “please Master, please let me cum. Theres nothing I want more than to cum right now. Oh, please Master, I’ll do anything!” Master finally let out a laugh and said “yes slut you can cum..but only once for now!” As the cum squirted out of me, I felt my body relax, and I let out a loud moan. I hear another laugh from Master as he said “you always squirt!” (I can’t help it. Master just does it to me. I can’t control what my body does when hes eating me out or fucking me.) We both know that he loves it.

Master unties me and places some pillows under my ass. I know whats coming. Even though he untied me, I won’t dare move because I know Master will punish me. He removes the butt plug and tells me I’m a good whore as he inserts his huge cock into my ass. I feel him trusting in and out, going slower then faster. He fucks my ass till he cums multiple times. When he pulls out, I feel his tongue running along my ass. I wanna moan in pleasure, but I hold back. Master knows how much I enjoy when he eats my ass out. He inserts the butt plug once again and goes back to fucking my pussy. I feel his cock thrusting in and out, in and out. Getting harder and deeper with each pump. I move my hips in rythem with him, trying to take as much of that thick cock that I could.

After he had cummed again, I suddenly pulled him out of me and went crazy sucking his hard cock and balls. I sucked on his balls for at least 30 minutes until he came in my mouth again. Master then decided I had been such a good slut that he wanted to eat me out again. But this time it was different because before he went back to my clit, he told me I was allowed to moan and cum. Since I got his permission I screamed as loud as possible and squirted multiple times. Master swallowed as much of my cum as possible and hours later finally took my blindfold off.
We decided to shower and I sucked him off till we fell asleep.

Master gave me the night I thought he would, and I can’t wait till we get another night like this. Hopefully Master surprises me like this a bit more!!

“To make you more attentive in your work”, Mada says, “now you will sit on a hairbrush with your bare ass. Do you deserve it, bitch?”

“Yes, I do, thank you”, I reply obediently. Having welts on my bottom, it is of course a torture.

“Make it tacks”, Flora suggests.

“We’ll try it, thank you, Flora.”

Meg laughs.

“Let’s make her sit on a pin-cushion.”

“Excellent idea. Rubina, kiss Meg’s hand for it.”

I humbly kiss the hand of the girl. She laughs ticklishly and pinches my breasts painfully.

“Thank you”, I say, kissing her both hands again, among loud laughter from my other colleagues.

Now Mada is very angry. In her anger she slaps my face, Meg and Dana laughing mockingly. When I protest, she simply says: “You deserved it, didn’t you?” And I reluctantly admit that I did.

“Well, then. If you make another mistake, you grab your ankles and I whip you.”
And I make another mistake very soon.

“It wasn’t a joke, Rubina. Grab your ankles.”

I would protest but I get an enormous slap in my face.

“Come on. Obey, bitch.”

So I grab my ankles, Mada tucks up my skirt, pulls down my panties and starts whipping my bare bottom with her belt. The two other girls are laughing and mocking. I moan with pain. I wriggle. Mada beats me very long, my buttocks are on fire. Then the others come, I get my portion from Meg and then from Dana, too. I am sobbing.

Fiora comes from the neighboring room.

“What are you doing?”

“Punishing this stupid bitch.”

“Oh. Don’t miss to make her kneel on rice.”

And they don’t miss it.

In the fantasy, I have decided to see a hypnotist for some reason. It doesn’t really matter why. I’m a little nervous when I go in for my first appointment. He greets me warmly as I go into the office. I see him checking me out. I have a nice body, if I do say so myself, nice breasts, not too big, toned legs that usually get a lot of looks. His office has a big leather couch, which I sit on.

He starts to put me under. I feel myself getting very sleepy. Pretty soon I am totally lost in his voice. When he sees how far under I am, that’s when he decides to make his move.

He gets up and comes over to the couch. “You will do whatever I say. You will have no control at all. You are not able to resist me.” I hear his words like from a long way away.

He comes closer. “Take off your shirt.” I try to resist but it does no good. My fingers are already unbuttoning it like they have a mind of their own. I strip out of my shirt.

“Now your bra.” Pretty soon my tits are exposed. He starts to fondle me with both hands. I try to push him away. “You are paralyzed,” he says. “You can’t move.” My body goes limp. I want to get away, but I just can’t seem to move.

“Stop! You can’t do this!” I say. “You can not speak,” he replies. Not a word. Just like that, I can’t say anything.

He stops fondling my tits so he can unzip his pants. I see with shock that he has a massive erection. I want to run away but all I can do is lie there limp. I am totally paralyzed and he knows it. “Open your mouth” he commands. I do it.

“You want to make me cum. My cum is the most delicious thing in the world to you. You will do anything to make me cum in your mouth.” All those things are suddenly true. I want to taste his hot salty spunk so bad. It’s all I can think about.

“You can move again. You don’t want to get away. All you want to do is make me cum in your mouth.” I know what he is doing to me, but that doesn’t matter. I take him in my mouth eagerly, I want it so bad. I suck him enthusiastically. All I can think of is how bad I want to taste his cum.

He gives it to me quick. When he starts to spurt, I slurp up his cum as fast as I can. The taste is incredible. I scoop what dribbles out of my mouth onto my fingers and lick them, it’s so good.

He zips his pants back up. I think that’s it but he’s not done, not by a long shot. “You are incredibly horny. You want to cum so bad that you think you might die if you can’t. You will do anything to cum right now.” His words come true.

“Get undressed,” he orders. “Masturbate.” I strip off what is left of my clothes. Instantly my fingers are down stroking my clit. My God, it feels so good.

“You can’t cum without my permission. Nothing you do will make you cum unless I say so.” My orgasm slips away. I move my fingers faster over my clit. I am dying for it but nothing seems to work. I can get so close but it just won’t happen.

“Beg me to let you cum.”

“Please let me cum! I need it so bad!” I am so desperate that I am almost in tears. “I have to cum! Please, please, please let me cum!” I can tell that he is getting turned on again.

“You are paralyzed again,” he says. Instantly my body goes limp. I am still dying to cum and now I can’t move.

He turns me over like a rag doll and bends me over the couch. I can’t move a muscle to stop him. He strips off all his clothes. From the corner of my eye I can see he is erect again.

“You can’t speak. You can only make moaning sounds. You want my cock inside you.” I start to moan in my need.

He grabs my hips. “You want this so bad.” I can’t say a word. I can only moan.

He shoves his erection in me. It feels so good! I am moaning like crazy. My body is totally limp. “You want my cum inside you. You want me to fill you up.” And I do, I really do.

He fucks me like that for a long time. I feel like a doll, totally unable to move. I am bound within my own mind. I want to cum, I want him to cum in me, but there is nothing I can do but lie there.

He fucks me harder. I moan louder. “Cum now! Cum!” he commands. I scream. He spurts inside me, just like I want him to, and I cum harder than I have ever cum before.

I think that’s the end. It is not, it’s only the beginning. He plants a bunch of suggestions in my mind. He tells me that no matter what I do, from now on on I can never cum without his permission. He also tells me that every day when I get home from work I will become incredibly horny and I will need to cum so bad that I can’t think of anything else. He says that I will strip myself naked and then call him on my cell phone.

He sets up an appointment for me. Every Friday I will come back to his office. He says that every Friday morning when I wake up I will look forward to the appointment all day.

His mind control works. Every day as soon as I get home I am instantly horny. I can hardly wait to get my clothes off and call him, because I know it is the only way that I can cum. I finger my dripping pussy when I am dialing the phone. I am so eager to talk to him that I’m shaking. As soon as he answers he hypnotizes me over the phone.

He makes me do all kinds of things. He makes me stand naked in the window and expose myself to the neighbors. He tells me I want to do it and I do. He makes me masturbate openly while I beg him to cum. Sometimes he lets me and sometimes he doesn’t. He commands me to fuck myself with a bottle while I moan for him over the phone. He tells me to take dirty pictures of myself and send them to him. Every Friday he hypnotizes me and uses my body for sex. He makes me tell him all the things I don’t like to do and then he makes me want him. His control over my mind is complete.

Sometimes when I am having sex with my boyfriend, I want him to grab my wrists and pin me down and just go to town on me. I want him to fuck me really hard, over and over again until we both scream.

When I masturbate I usually fantasize about him being rough with me. I think about him squeezing my tits really hard and biting my shoulder until it makes me gasp. Thinking about him being rough with my body really turns me on. I think about how he pulls off my shirt and then keeps squeezing my tits hard. I imagine him getting so excited I can see his cock getting hard right through his jeans. When I’m fantasizing about that, I like to grab my tits as hard as I can and squeeze.

When I can’t take it any more, I imagine him pulling off my pants. He’s so excited he has to have me right then and there. I fantasize that he strips naked and lets me see how hard he is. He holds me down tightly so I can’t get away. He shoves his cock in so deep, it feels so good!

He keeps holding me down the whole time he fucks me silly. I cum over and over again and he doesn’t stop. He just pounds me nice and hard until he cums deep inside me. Then we lie on the bed all tangled up together.

My boyfriend is a very sweet guy. I haven’t told him how much I want him to fuck me hard because he always talks about how guys who do stuff like that don’t really respect women. I tried to explain once that sometimes we just like to be pushed up against the wall and fucked. How can I get him to fuck me hard?

I am sitting in front of the computer naked typing this. My hubby is sitting next to me and playing with my tits. He wants me to post this under my real name and he wants me to tell everyone that he just got done fucking me. He says I should describe what he did.

First he took off all my clothes. He pushed me down on the bed face down. Then he got out my favorite paddle. It’s black leather with fur on one side. He paddled me nice and hard until I was squirming, that paddle always gets me wet!

When I was good and wet he plowed me from behind doggy-style. He fucked me hard and made me cum over and over again. Then when he was finished he showed me this site.

He wants me to say that I still have his cum dripping out of me. He’s pinching my nipples now making me write this. He wants me to write my dirtiest, raunchiest fantasy I can think of.

It starts out with him showing me off in front of some of his friends. He talks about how big my tits are and how good I am in bed. One of them asks for proof. So he makes me take off my shirt and show them. He bounces my tits in his hands to show how perky they are.

His friends start getting all turned on. He says that it’s my fault for getting them so turned on & now I have to do something about it. He says that I need to make them all cum. i need to suck them all off until they cum in my mouth.

They all like that idea a lot & take off their clothes. I can see that they are all hard. I am getting pretty turned on too. The first one stands in front of me & they all line up behind him. I reach out to stroke him & my husband says no, you have to use your mouth. He holds my hands behind me.

I lean over & start to suck. It doesn’t take long! He’s so turned on that he pops in my mouth right away. Then it’s the next one’s turn!

I keep sucking them all one at a time until every one of them cums in my mouth. My hubby is holding my hands behind my back the whole time. By the time I am finished they are getting turned on again from watching! The first one is already hard again.He coms over & says he wants Round 2. My hubby is still holding my hands & he says do it. So I start sucking him again. I take his cock in my mouth & start slurping on it.

This time it takes him longer to cum. He makes me suck him for a long time before he blows. When he cums he pops off all over my face. My face is dripping with his jizz. The other guys are turned on by that & say they want another round too! I suck & slurp until every one of them finishes all over my face.

My hubby just told me how he can’t believe I fantasize about something like that. I said I have a lot of nasty sex fantasies he doesn’t know about. He says if I like that so much he is going to hold me down and cum on my face & then make me walk around outside all covered in cum. I think he means it! His cock is getting hard. I am going to go suck him. Bye for now!

I am wearing a slinky black dress. There is nothing on underneath it, his orders. We get into the car. He refuses to answer any of my questions.

We pull up in front of a hotel. I’ve never been there before. Warm light glows from all the windows. The sun is just setting, filling the sky with red. The hotel looks ritzy, expensive.

I expect him to check in. He holds my hand and leads me to the elevators instead, bypassing the front desk. We ride up about twenty floors. “From now on you are not allowed to say a word,” he tells me.

We walk down a long hallway carpeted in red and gold. He leads me to the suite at the end of the hall. He has the key card in his pocket. The doors open. It is pitch black inside, I can’t see a thing.

He puts his hand on my back. “Inside,” he says. I step into the darkness. He follows behind me and closes the door. I reach for a light switch but his hand stops me. He guides me further in.

I feel his hands on my shoulders. He kisses the back of my neck. The shades are drawn, I can’t see anything. He moves his lips over my shoulder.

Another hand touches me. I jump in surprise. He puts his hand over my mouth from behind. “Shh,” he says. “Not a word.”

More hands touch me. I feel them on my sides and on my breasts. Someone kisses me in the darkness. I don’t know who it is. I feel my pulse start to quicken. Even more hands touch my body.

Soon they are all over me. I feel them reaching in to fondle my breasts. I can’t help moaning. Someone feels for the clasp on the back of my dress. It falls away. Lips and tongues kiss my body, breasts, nipples. Hands move up and down my thighs. My heart beats even faster. Fingers press inside me, oh God it feels so good.

They lead me over to the bed. I can’t see it but I can tell its big. The hands push me down. I’m lying on my back. Someone spreads my legs apart. A tongue runs up my thigh. More tongues lick my nipples. Someone is over me, kissing me. I can’t see who it is. I hear the rustle of clothes coming off. Bare skin touches me. The head of a cock brushes against my lips. I open my mouth to let it in.

A tongue finds my clit. I moan. Hands stroke every inch of my body. The cock in my mouth gets harder. I suck and slurp on it. I’m so turned on, not being allowed to talk makes it even more exciting.

It doesn’t take long. Soon I am coming, hard. I buck so hard the hands have to hold me down. The man who I’m sucking on feels my excitement. He comes too, I feel him gush in my mouth. I swallow him down.

Someone presses on top of me. I feel the weight of his naked body on my skin. He kisses my neck gently. Then he thrusts,and I feel him inside me. I moan again. I want to tell him to go harder, faster, but I am not allowed to speak.

He thrusts into me. More lips kiss my shoulders. Someone strokes my leg. I feel another orgasm build up. I wrap my arms around my mystery lover and come again, even harder than the first time. His body answers mine. I hear him groan, then he spurts hot cum into me.

The men linger over me. I don’t know how long I am there. I lose track of time. They kiss and caress my body. They take turns with me. I don’t know how many times I come, how many times they come inside me and in my mouth. Their hands are everywhere, all over me. They keep having sex with me again and again until we are all exhausted.

I feel like I doze for a little while, I can’t tell for sure. I hear him whisper in my ear, “It is time to go.” He hands me my dress. I get up carefully from the tangle of bodies and put it on in the darkness. He leads me out the door.

We go back down the hall to the elevator. I see myself in the mirrored walls of the elevator. My dress is wrinkled and my hair is a mess. There is still cum dripping down my legs. I look like I’ve been having sex for hours.

We get to the car. “Now you can speak again,” he tells me. He won’t tell me how many men there were, or who they were. It’s something I will never know.

I was at a club the first time she approached me. The music pounded its rhythm into the ground as it reverberated into every dancers chest making each person more willing to throw reason aside and move as primitively as we were meant to move. I wanted abandon that night, I sought it as no other before me. With each drink, each new song the disc jockey played I threw myself into abandon. I willed it to catch me and whisk me away forcing me to leave behind all inhibitions.

What did it matter if this man’s hard protruding member rubbed against my back? I didn’t care who groped me or what hand brushed my throbbing cunt. It was then, with the room spinning, the lights flashing and the music blaring that she chose to stalk over to me. It was as if all the world slowed down at her approach. Instead of the heavy beating of the bass filling me the only thing I could hear was the sharp clippity clap of her heels against the hard floor. I knew it was her, I knew the moment I felt her eyes fall on the center of my back and I felt the familiar prickle of hair rise. My heart beat to every striking clap of her heels. I couldn’t bring myself to turn and finally find the face of my stalker. I could only focus on the sound her heels made and marvel at how it seemed that with each strike of the ground my cunt seemed to beat even harder.

She stood so close I could feel the hot push of her breath against my ear. She was all fire and velvet. Strikingly smooth ivory hands reached for my arms as her voice tumbled forth from her mouth, “Come” she said. That one word vibrated straight to my core leaving me breathless and weak kneed. It was not a soft inquiring tone it was an order poured over gravel muffled by the finest velvet. My limbs obeyed her order as though built only for obedience to her. I was marched off the dance floor with her powerful gasp upon my forearms and the heat of her body pressed tightly against my back.

The fear in the pit of my stomach mingled with the previously consumed drinks made my head spin. I had a thousand questions roaring in my head, banging uselessly against my intoxicated brain. The alcohol made me stupid and all real thought was covered in a blanket of haze. I almost stumbled when we reached the street. The cold and relative brightness of the street lamps made me want to struggle so that I could escape into the darkened warmth of the club. Just as I was about to try for an escape her voice rumbled forth again in a commanding but oddly conversational way, “try and escape and learn what happens to little girls who don’t follow orders”. Regardless of the casualness in her voice I knew she would not make empty threats. As I relaxed my limbs she made some exotic sound that she was able to pass as a form of approval. In any other situation that utterance could have been described as a moan. The moment it fell from her lips I gave an involuntary shutter. I could feel a very real animal desire rise in me, causing the meeting of my thighs to grow damp with want.

As we neared a darker street I could make out the outline of a very sleek black Sedan. I quivered with fear and anticipation. As we neared the Sedan a very tall androgynous womyn got out of the car dressed rather elegantly in all black. Her thin frame was complimented by her fiery red hair and moonlight kissed skin. Her oval face perfect in every way. It was too dark to see her eyes but I knew with the same certainty as being completely aware of my stalker that her eyes would be the softest jade green. She stole my breath surer then any blow to my person. Taken aback with her as I was I failed to notice the role of duct tape in her hands. My unseen captor held me steady as she came toward me with more grace then any gazelle. She moved as though the air held a secret rhythm that played only for her pleasure. The street light played with the rich red of her hair as she came within kissing distance of me. I knew then what Athenians must have felt being in the presence of their deities. I could scarcely breath with want to touch her and fear to run in the other direction. When her smooth hands made contact with my burning flesh I knew I would never want to be touched by another for as long as I lived. I had thought my unseen captor had been power incarnate but upon seeing this great beauty I knew that power was not hard nor rough as my unseen captor appeared to be but a gentle owning of one’s will. There was no giving of my consent, this goddess did not need consent for she owned me. I had only known the illusion of free will until I had met my Mistress.

My wife Susie — is in great shape despite having two kids. She is 5-foot, eight-inches tall, a little skinny, but with great tits and ass. She loves sports and has an open, adventurous spirit. Still, with job demands and raising kids and so many years of married life our sex life had grown a stale. We hoped going to the resort would help liven it up.

The first morning we were randomly teamed with another couple to play water volleyball. Hank and June were about our age both physically fit and attractive. Like Susie, June was shaved. In addition June wore a sexy ring in her labia. I instantly longed to tongue that ring and everything else about June. Her breasts were just as firm as my wife’’s. Watching June’’s tit’s bounce every time she jumped for the ball made it difficult for me to concentrate on the game. Hank as they say in the south was like a cool glass of water. He had a muscled physique, a winning smile, was well spoken and extremely polite. I saw my bride watching him with growing interest especially since Hank’s cock was huge even when flaccid. More than a few times she bumped into him during the game. Both would fall together under the water after going for the ball. There was some fun groping and touchy-feely going on when that happened. We discovered they both liked to have sexual fun in the water just as we did.

We readily agreed to go with them to dinner and dancing that night. We could have gone nude to the dinning room, but we urged the gals to wear their best slut-wear.

My wife decided on a black, see-thru dress that was so low in the front it left her tits almost completely exposed. It was so short it barely covered her ass. Of course she did not wear any panties or bra. She picked out fire red, six-inch spike heels even though she told me earlier that dancing in them was difficult. When I asked about the heels she replied that being a slut meant you might not always be comfortable. “Beside, when I’m on my back with my legs spread open wearing them won’t hurt my feet.” Her flirting and teasing gave me an instant erection.

When we meet Hank and June I had a hard time trying not to stare. June’s had on a full length bright blue, skin-tight evening gown that was just about transparent. Every beautiful curve was highlighted. Her nipples were hard and perfectly outlined. She looked unbelievably hot. I didn’’t wear any briefs and my cock was straining against my silk lounge-wear pants. I started to worry about pre-cum leaking onto my pants.

The dance floor was a voyeur’s delight. Every woman wore a hot outfit and was acting completely uninhibited. The resort did not allow any overt public sex, but the actions on the dance floor were pretty close. The music was intense, almost tribal. The beer and wine were flowing like Niagara Falls.

During a slow dance we changed partners. June pressed against me smiling and laughing. She had to notice my cock pressing against her stomach. I had my right arm around here lower back. “You’’re holding me wrong with your arm,” she said. I boldly placed my hand down on her ass. I rubbed two fingers up and down along her ass crack, actually pushing the dress inward a little as I did so. “That’’s much, much better,” she said, pressing even tighter against my body.

It was as if June and I were humping on the dance floor. My cock was leaking pre-cum, but I said the hell with it. No one would see it on the dance floor.

I glanced on my wife dancing with Hank. She was soul kissing him with an open, eager mouth. Her left hand was hidden between their tightly pressed swaying bodies. I could see her stroking his cock and so could anyone else if they were looking. I had never seen my wife acting so wanton with another man. I loved it.

About midnight we went outside to the conversation pool. This was a narrow, S-shaped pool with no lighting, but with a continuous underwater bench running along the sides. The pool could easily hold 50 people. As was the practice the resort management had dumped several bottles of baby shampoo in the water. The water jets had foam and suds piling up so high and spilling over the edge that it was hard to see the people and what they might be doing. I could see that several women were sitting on the laps of their partners, kissing and talking. It dawned on me the conversation pool at night was a place to have illicit sex with other people nearby listening or watching if they were close enough to see through the foam.

Susie and June quickly took off their clothes and walked into the waist deep water. Their tight asses looked so inviting. In a moment only their heads were above the foam. A few people were waving their arms and flicking foam onto the partners.

Hank and I both with hard-ons found the women sitting next to each other with their legs open, relaxing neck deep as the water and suds swirled around. Hank paired off with my wife and got on his knees between her legs. He started kissing Susie and sucking on her nipples that were just above the surface. I got in front of June, who did not waste any time. She placed her hands on my head and motioned for me to submerge. “Eat me. I’’ve been dying to have your tongue in my pussy all night.”

I knew we might be discovered, but realized that was the exciting part. I looked around and could see Hank submerging between my wife’s legs. The foam and suds were so thick that I couldn’’t see many other people but I could hear several women real close moaning softly and saying things like “yes, keep doing that” or “deeper, deeper.” The scene was almost surreal, like swimming in warm water surrounded in an all-white foam world.

I took a breath and dove to June’s pussy like there was no tomorrow. I love to give oral sex underwater and I think I’m quite good at it. I know my wife loves it when I do her in our pool. June was no exception. She arched her back and pushed my lips and tongue harder against her womanhood. I first tongued that clit ring, pulling it softly with my lips. Then I pushed deeper found her clit and tongued it so it was protruding like a tiny penis. Each time I licked it I could hear June moan. Her pussy was tight and the muscles of her cunt gripped my tongue. I slipped two, then three fingers into her cunt and finger fucked her G-spot while I licked her clit even harder.

I kept this up for well over a minute before I needed air. When I came up I heard my wife telling June that I was a master at giving underwater oral sex. June kissing me and said she wanted to cum in my face. I took another deep gulp of air and went to work fulfilling her desires. It didn’t take too long. She had both legs over my shoulders and her arms wrapped around my submerged head. My talented fingers were moving back and forth. I started blowing bubbles into her cunt and she started to spasm. When her orgasm was in full swing I could feel her cunt walls flexing and contracting, pulling and urging my fingers and tongue even deeper.

I held my breath as long as I could and surfaced only after I felt June start to relax. I was quite proud I had gotten her off. When I came up my face covered in foam I saw my wife and Hank preparing to fuck right next to us. Susie was floating on her stomach with her hands underwater momentarily holding onto the bench. Her legs were spread open and Hank was crouching between them. He was going to take her doggie style. Her beautiful ass cheeks were the only thing not covered in foam. Hank’s cock looked enormous.

I quickly moved to sit in front of Susie with her hands holding onto my legs. She spoke to me: “Oh honey, his cock is so big and thick. I need to have it inside me.” She was not asking my permission more like telling me what she wanted. I was not about to say no. I held Susie’s face in my hands and kissed her. She had this ecstatic look on her face as Hank pulled her hips backward and his massive tool penetrated as deeply as it could go. Susie took a deep breath and submerged. One of her fantasies was about to come true being fucked underwater by another man with a horse cock while she sucked on my manhood.

I know Susie enjoys weightless underwater sex so it was no surprise that she took my cock into her mouth and simultaneously slipped completely underwater. “Does she like fucking when she’s underwater like this?” Hank asked me. “Oh my God yes.” I replied. “I’m going to hold her down as long as possible even when she wants to get some air. It will make her orgasm more intense.” At this time only my wife’’s lower legs and feet were above the surface covered in foam and tightly wrapped around Hank’s torso. Hank was holding onto her hips as he thrust into her. Susie’s head was bobbing up and down, taking my cock as deeply as she had ever done in the past. .

June started off watching while my wife was being fucked by her husband. Then she sat next to me and we started soul kissing. While still lip locked June turned and pulled one of my hands off Susie and down to her cunt. I got the signal and started fingering her. She moaned in my mouth and then whispered “After you cum in your wife’s mouth I want you to fuck me right here in front of the other people. You can hold me underwater if you like to do that.”

I momentarily opened my eyes and saw six or seven other people crouched down in the water and close enough to watch us. All were surrounded by swirling foam. The exhibitionist in me went into overdrive. I bucked forward and felt my wife take even more of my cock down her throat. Hank was grunting and pumping away. Susie had not come up for air in at least two minutes. I was holding her around the neck to keep her down and kissing and fingering June’s tight cunt. I think all four of us were in heaven.

Susie started to thrash around obviously needing air. I waited another twenty seconds then I lifted her up. She gasped. “Oh my God. He’’s fucking me and it feels so good. Hold me down until I cum because I’m really close.” She took a huge breath and I pushed down on her shoulder. Susie’s lips felt exquisite around my cock. She was sucking me almost in unison with Hanks’ thrusting.

June was still guiding my fingers into her cunt and moaning louder and louder. In between kisses she told me she was getting close to another orgasm.

Hank spoke to me. “Susie’s cunt is so tight and I can feel it as it contracts around my cock. Jesus I don’’t think I can’t hold back any longer.” He started thrusting harder and grunting so loud I knew others had to hear him. I heard someone a few feet away say “go for it.”

Just as Hank’s body went ridged I started ejaculating in my wife’’s mouth. Cum was being pumped into my wife’’s body in two places.

I had one hand on Susie’’s throat and could feel her swallowing my thick love juice as it spewed into her. I still had the fingers of my other hand inside June’s cunt and was kissing her. June heard her husband and she must have realized I was cuming in my wife’s mouth. June kissed me harder, tightening her lips around my tongue. I felt her start to climax again as my fingers rubbed faster against her clit. Literally all four of us were climaxing at nearly the same time.

Susie surfaced with foam covering her face. “I don’’t want Hank’s cock to leave my body,” she said. “It’s still hard and it fills me completely.” Her delirious sex talk was keeping my cock hard. She pulled back inside her mouth.

As luck would have it a resort guard walked up and politely told us we needed to move our activities inside our condo. The four of us left the conversation tub with a few people cheering. We showered off and still naked walked to our place where the sex adventure continued.

This time was different. Now, for whatever reason, they were unencumbered by other commitments and free to do as they pleased, which they planned to do.

Neither was sure what exactly was going to take place. The only thing they knew was that he was going to be completely in charge. She would do whatever he said, without question or hesitation. The slightest hesitation would bring swift punishment for her. She playfully thought she might end up having to test the limits just to see if he would follow through. The idea of being punished did appeal to her.

They agreed to meet at a local hotel. He would arrive first and get the room. She was already waiting in the lobby when he arrived. He didn’’t notice her sitting there reading a magazine as he entered the building. She watched him walk right by her and smiled to herself with anticipation. As instructed, she wore nothing but a peek-a-boo bra, thigh high stockings and high heels underneath her summer overcoat.

She watched as he got the room and then disappeared in the elevator. Her stomach turned like a schoolgirl’s going on her first date. She waited impatiently for the text message telling her what room she was to go to.

Within minutes the text came. The room was on the fifth floor and the elevator ride seemed to take forever. She slowly approached the door to the room and the anticipation grew. She knocked three times and opened the door.

As she stepped inside, he grabbed her and kissed her without saying anything. He held her face in his hands and was gentle and firm at the same time. The kiss lasted a few minutes and was enough to leave her weak in the knees. He removed her coat and stood looking at her for a few minutes just to take it all in. She was here and he was going to finally have her.
He motioned for her not to speak as he took her hand and led her to stand in front of a chair in the middle of the room. He pushed her to her knees as he took himself from his pants, which were now very constricting as he grew with excitement.

She took him in her mouth and began to suck and lick until she could feel him ready to release. She pulled back slightly thinking she would let him release on her, but he held her head firmly in place and pushed deeper into her mouth as his release swept over him in waves. As he held her head, she swallowed each drop until she felt the spasms stop.

With that first release out of the way, he now felt confident that he could last much longer when it was finally time to enter her. He so looked forward to being inside her that his second erection was almost instantaneous. It would have to wait, because now it was time for him to have some fun.

The gym bag he brought was full of thing he thought he might be able to use. Clothespins, a wooden spoon, a leather belt, rope, feathers, candles, a blindfold, handcuffs, fresh ginger root to name several. He wanted to be prepared and he wanted to have fun and bring her pleasures that he knew she only dreamed of.

He started by taking out the blindfold. He placed it over her eyes and immediately noticed her breathing quicken. Depriving her of her ability to see what was coming could only heighten every feeling throughout her body. He couldn’’t wait to watch her body react.

After he blindfolded her, he had her lie down on the bed on her back. Her nipples were so hard he knew they were going to be extremely sensitive to his touch. Just to be sure, he reached out and grabbed both simultaneously and pinched, pulled and twisted them at the same time. She gasped for breath at the sensation coursing through her.

As she lay there on the bed at his mercy, he began to tie her to the bed, spread eagled. She didn’’t resist in the slightest because she wanted to be in his control as much as he wanted to control her. She knew she was safe with him. Once she was secured and had no wiggle room, he stepped back and looked at her lying there waiting for him to do whatever he pleased.

There was one more thing he needed to do before beginning to play. From the bag he brought a gag over to her and gently placed it in her mouth. He tied it behind her head and made sure that all he was able to hear were muffled groans, moans and whimpers, but no words were audible. Good thing, if she were able to say, “No,” he would have to punish her and it wasn’’t quite time for that yet.

He walked slowly around the bed looking at her lying there at his mercy. He went to the bag and removed two clothespins. She could hear the shuffling around and could only lie wondering what was coming. Without touching her in any way, he squeezed open the clothes pins and lowered them onto her nipples. She flinched and squealed as the pain began to settle in. How could she endure this? Surely he wouldn’’t leave them there long.

He could see her squirm under the pain of the clothespins. It was quite uncomfortable and he enjoyed watching her writhe in pain. He knew she would be extremely appreciative once they were taken off, but that wouldn’’t be for a while.

Next he decided to experiment with the ginger. The main purpose was going to be to cut a finger of the ginger hand and put it in her anus and watch her squirm, but for now, he would cut a sliver and place it over her clit. It is said to make a woman incredibly horny to the point of begging for orgasm, which he wanted her to do, but he was not about to allow her the release for quite some time.

Again, she could hear the shuffling around and could only wonder what he was up to next. As he approached her, he twisted both of the clothespins, which caused her to whimper just a bit. He spread her lower lips open and grabbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a playful squeeze just before placing the ginger directly on top of her it. Her body was such that she was able to hold ginger slice in place on her own and he could just sit back and watch what would happen.

He could tell the ginger was beginning its work because her breathing became very labored. She was trying to control the reaction by concentrating her breathing. Every once in a while she would let out a deep breath and a slight groan.

From her perspective, the ginger began a slow warming on her pussy. If she tried to put her legs together, the heat would intensify. The juice from the ginger mixed with her juices and began to cause her whole pussy to burn. The burn from the ginger caused her to forget about the clothespins clamped to her nipples, until he gave them a simultaneous pull and twist.

She couldn’t believe the amount of juice that she felt flowing between her legs. She knew he had to notice. It felt as if it was running down her leg and into the crack of her ass, which also burned slightly from the ginger juice being mixed together with hers. At that moment, he reached down between her legs and felt the juices flowing from her. He put two fingers inside her to see how she would react. She arched her back as if to reach for more, but he pulled them out. It wasn’’t time for her to receive pleasure yet.

Next he took out a candle. The anticipation was too much for her. She thought she was about to explode. She heard the lighter go on, but wasn’t quite sure what it was.

All of a sudden she felt the hot drips of wax as they hit her. He let the wax fall across her chest, with generous amounts on both nipples, which were already sensitive from the clamps. She could feel the wax working its way down her stomach and she knew where he was headed with it. Just as he removed the ginger slice from her clit, a drop of wax landed where the ginger was. It was too much for her to bear. She wanted him to fuck her so bad, but there was nothing she could do except to take whatever he chose to dish out for as long as he chose to do it. She honestly didn’’t think she could endure the entire encounter any more.

He could sense her tension building and he loved the affect it was having on her. He knew she was at his mercy and would do anything he wanted her to do at that point. He couldn’t stand the tension any more and decided he needed to have release again. He removed the gag from her mouth and straddled her face. She eagerly took him into her mouth and sucked him as if she were fucking him. She needed to have him in her one way or another. He reached his release point again and she expected to swallow his cum again. This time he removed himself and released on her chest and rubbed it in all over her tits and stomach. He put the gag back in her mouth.

Next he would roll her over and have some fun with her while she lay on her stomach. It took a little effort, but as he lead she followed instinctively. As if she already knew what he was going to have her do.

Before he secured her to the bed on her stomach, he had her lie across two pillows so that her ass was sticking up in the air. He really wanted to take her ass, but knew this wasn’’t the time for that. It was tempting.

This time he removed the blindfold. He wanted her to see what he was about to do. He knew she wanted it, but was she ready for it? He showed her the ginger root and the long, thick finger he cut from it. He carefully peeled the skin from the meat and could smell the ginger aroma as he worked. She immediately got wet knowing what was about to happen. He cut a small notch in the finger all the way around. This was so it would stay in place. He disappeared from her view and she could feel him separate her ass cheeks and probe with the ginger for her anus. Carefully and slowly he inserted the ginger finger into her ass. She breathed slowly and relaxed so she could experience the sensation.

Knowing it would take a minute to begin its warming, he replace her blindfold so she would be forced to feel the intensity of the sensation. He sat close to the bed now so he could see what was going to happen.

With her ass propped in the air and her legs spread, he could see the juice begin to flow. She squirmed and wriggled her bottom as the heat began to settle in. Her breathing became shallow and quick and she began moaning very deeply. He could tell she was trying to control the feeling because her breathing would become deep and slow every once in a while. He could see her juice dripping from her and wanted to put his face in there and just lick it up.

While she was feeling the burn, he decided it was time to use the belt, too. He remembered reading that the ginger would make other sensations tolerable and she could probably take much more than just the burn.

He got the belt from the bag and ran it up her legs and across her ass. She wiggled a little with anticipation because she wanted him to use it on her while she was in this position. He started with a few light swats across her cheeks and she arched upward as if she was asking for more. He increased the force of his blows until he noticed her ass becoming a bright shade of read. He reached down to rub her and could feel the heat coming off her.

Clearly she wanted more. She whimpered when he stopped. Between the burn from the ginger and the burn from the belt, she was experiencing pleasure, as she never had before. She wanted more and didn’t want any of this to end.

Her writhing was more than he could take. At this point he was going to enter her from behind. He removed the ginger from her bottom and she arched up to meet his thrust. As he entered her he could feel her welcome him. He slapped her already warm, red ass and she groaned with pleasure. The combination of the pain and the force of his thrusts was all she wanted to feel.

He knew what she wanted at this point so he reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back. She groaned and whimpered at the same time. The sensation through her body was like an electric shock that went straight to her pussy.

After a few hard, deep thrusts he knew he had to have her completely. He stood up and she wondered where he went. He untied her arms and legs, removed the gag and blindfold and rolled her over to face him. He removed the clothespins from her nipples and cupped her breasts in his hands as he gently kissed and sucked each one.

Immediately she wrapped her legs around him and welcomed him to her. They kissed the entire time he made love to her. Nothing would come between them at this moment, not even the need to breath. They were one and it was the most natural thing in the world for both of them.

He rolled over onto his back and she sat on top of him still connected and thrusting together without missing a beat. He reached up and took both breasts in his hands and played with her nipples and leaned forward to take them into his mouth one at a time. He pulled her close and they kissed and fucked. As she moved herself above him, he reached forward and played with her clit. Before he allowed her to cum, there was one thing left to do.

He leaned forward and turned her over onto her back once again. As she laid back down her arms went above her head instinctively wanting to submit to his desire. As she lay there he kissed her breasts and stomach and down her right thigh and up the left. He began kissing across the bare mound just above her clit. Slowly his tongue continued to explore until he reach her clit. He flicked his tongue quickly across her clit and she enjoyed each lap of his tongue.

Next he licked the length of the outer lips only briefly allowing his tongue to pass over her clit again. She was about to explode and he could sense it. He started to wipe his face of her juice, but she stopped him and pulled him to her and kissed him and licked her own juices from his face.

Again he was on top of her and entering her. They were both breathless and exhilarated, neither of them ever having experienced such complete fulfillment before. Lying together in the afterglow of their rendezvous, they felt completely known, completely accepted and completely loved. Not a word spoken between them, but having a complete understanding of each other. Something they both have searched for their entire lives, but never quite coming to realize, except at this moment — together.

All of a sudden they awoke with a start, him lying next to his wife and her lying next to her husband. Is it possible it was just a dream? The same dream for each of them but not yet realized. Would it ever be or would this be the only rendezvous they have had? It would have to be enough for now.

Jake is under the impression that he is training me to be his submissive. He fails to realize that he is actually being trained to be my dom. I’m not sure how he would take it if he found the tables being reversed, since he has really taken to his “role”. Even though he insists that he has never done this with another woman, his early hesitation has quickly given way to full bore dominance. I have to work very hard at not letting myself show the least bit of pleasure at his severe treatment of me. It all has to look like he is the one with all the power…if he realized that HIS chain was the one being yanked, he might really make me sorry!

I made excuses and said goodbyes as we meandered to the front door to leave. Jake never let go of my arm, and I am sure he was wishing I would hurry it up. I saw my best friend, Jill, glance at Jake and then shoot me a “you’re in so much trouble” look as I flashed her an “yeah, and I love it” smile. She shook her head and laughed as we finally got our coats and left.

Outside, Jake tightened his grip and stepped up the pace to the car. I was having trouble keeping up in my ridiculously high heels, but managed to get to the car without spraining anything. He opened my door and shoved my inside…as he virtually sprinted around the other door, I allowed myself a tiny grin of satisfaction that was wiped off instantly when he opened the driver-side door.

He peeled out of the drive way and raced down the dark streets of the stately neighborhood. My heart raced as he found the almost hidden entrance to the heavily wooded park that had been there for over a hundred years. He put the car in park and leaned his seat back as he unzipped his pants. I didn’t say a word, but yelped in surprise when he grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me down onto his throbbing cock. I thought about resisting, but decided to let him have some fun. “I saw you with that bitch”, he snarled as he pushed my head further down so his head lodged in my throat. I fought the urge to gag. He was large, but i could handle him…usually. “So you want to try women now, or what? You fucking slut!” he had started thrusting his hips up while he forced my head down so his entire length was being forced into my mouth and down my throat. “You are only allowed to do what I demand! Do you understand that?” I managed to make some type of affirmative sound between thrusts and gasps for air.

He was being a bit more forceful than he had been on previous occasions, and i could feel myself getting really moist. I could hear his labored breathing and his grip on my hair tightened painfully. His cock swelled in my mouth and i knew he was about to erupt. Even as I gasped for breath and gagged at the force of his thrusts, I felt myself throbbing with arousal as I braced myself for his climax.

“OH FUCK! YES! This is what you’re good for, you whore!” he held my head down on his lap as his cum spurted into my throat. I was seriously scared that he was going to forget to let me breathe, but I tried not to struggle. As his body relaxed a bit, he let me up.

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.

Jake laughed and said “You’re not of the hook yet.”

I sat up-right in my seat and pulled down the visor mirror. My face was beet-red, my hair was a wreck, my mascara had run with the tears that gagging had produced and my dark red lipstick had migrated from my lips to his dick. I fished a brush and a gloss from my bag and did what I could to make myself somewhat presentable as Jake started the car and drove us to my place.

I could barely contain my excitement, wondering what his plans were when we got home. We drove the short route in silence…he wouldn’t even hold my hand. I saw his grip on the steering wheel and shifter getting tighter and tighter. The throbbing in my clit had been joined by a pit of fear in my stomach, which just made me more insanely horny.

When we pulled into the drive way, Jake opened the glove box and pulled out the leather collar. “Put that on”. He reached back in the compartment and produce a set of leather cuffs and a chain. A small groan escaped me, and he snapped at me “What? You don’t want to follow orders tonight? Well too FUCKING bad!” I tried not to let my relief show that he didn’t recognize my groan as one of longing and arousal, and assumed it was an act of disobedience.

He fastened the cuffs on my wrists and chained them to the loop on my collar. I was mildly nervous that a nosy neighbor might see this and call the cops, but as he came around to help me out of the car, he wrapped me in my coat and led me to the side entrance of the garage. We had converted it to be a “playroom” of sorts and I felt the juices starting to really flow.

Jake closed the door and turned to me with venom in his eyes. You better never talk to that bitch again! Do you understand me?” I made the slight mistake of nodding. He grabbed my throat and said “I didn’t HEAR you!”

“Yes, Master! I understand perfectly.”

He grabbed the chain and pulled me into a small room at the back of the garage. I gasped in what he assumed was fear, as he turned the light on to reveal some new toys he had bought. I could have cum right that second! I had always wanted to be locked into a stockade and fucked like a filthy whore…and here my dream was coming true!

It was a mean looking device, heavy wooden frame with giant wrought iron hinges and at the base was a spreader bar and shackles. he pulled me further in the room, but since i was still admiring my fate, i had hesitated to follow, again he assumed it was fear. He laughed an evil laugh “This is where disobedient slaves get sent!”

I knew he was enjoying the illusion that I was scared, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to get myself punished even more…so I shook my head and tried to back up. I had never openly defied him or struggled against him. I had been saving it so he would really react strongly when I finally did. It took him a few seconds to recognize my defiance, and when he did it took him a few more short seconds to react. He yanked on my chain harder and I actually yanked back, almost making him lose his balance. I saw the embers of anger spring up in his eyes as he glared at this foreign behavior. I had really been a perfect slave for months now. He was not quite sure what to do, but I was sure it would be brutal.

Jake stepped around so he was behind me and pushed me toward the stockade. I was putting up a fight and he was struggling with me. He finally managed to get my neck into the restraint and he quickly took my cuffs off and easily overpowered me and got me all locked in. I gave him more of a fight as he tried to get my ankles into the shackles at either side of the spreader bar. He actually gave up for a few minutes in a rage and disappeared into the main room. I was trying to catch my breath from the struggle, and suddenly I felt the sharp sting of the riding crop across my barely covered ass. I let out a sharp scream and the tears jumped to my eyes, but it was so arousing I had to concentrate on not begging for more.

I flinched away from him when he grabbed at my left ankle and he smacked me again, this time on my bare upper thigh. He got it in the shackle and wrestled my right one in as well. He was sweaty and breathless and so MAD.
“What the fuck has gotten into you tonight? Shit!”

I don’t think he expected me to answer, and I certainly wasn’t about to. I felt him flip my skirt up to reveal the rest of my ass and he peeled my panties off. I panicked mildly when i heard the sound of the lubricant bottle being squeezed. We only used lube for one thing and I tried to relax so it would be too painful when he finally entered me. To my surprise he was being quite gentle with some type of toy that didn’t FEEL familiar. I did gasp sharply a few seconds later as the toy (which turned out to be a rather large buttplug) was fully inserted. I had never taken something that large in the rear, and though it was initially uncomfortable, it wasn’t painful. the real fun began as Jake stripped his pants off and started to fuck my pussy. I thought i was going to pass out from the sensation! The plug was so large that Jake had to really force himself into me…GOD it was so wonderful! He was grasping my hips for leverage and he was fucking me so hard that my shoulders were slamming into the wooden frame of the stockade. But I couldn’t have cared less! I was in heaven and loving every second. His cock was rubbing me in all the right places and he was pounding me at the perfect pace. I was letting out a strangled scream at every thrust, and finally I couldn’t take it any more…I came so hard that little stars floated in front of my eyes. I heard Jake grunt loudly and the waves of hot cum spurting into my cunt set me off into a second orgasm.

My master withdrew from me…dripping in cum and walked out of the room…leaving me in the dark for him to come release me.

I made her sit on her hands while she sucked my dick and licked my balls.

No eye contact was allowed. All she was allowed to see was my crotch.

I put her over my knee for a good spanking. Her cute little butt was glowing red.

That pussy was getting wet. Of course I wet for the ass. I shoved my thumb up her ass and wormed it around. Wetter pussy.

I then fucked her hard and rough.

I firmly believe that women crave to be dominated. I have seen women of “power” submit completely when I exert sexual control.

Of course the key is, it ends in the bedroom. You are equals when it’s over.

I didn’t think anything of it when he invited me to see a fight at his place. Just some guys he said. The tipoff should have been when I arrived and it was just the two of us. But I didn’t care. I got to feel many and have a beer and it all seemed fine.

It was after numerous beers that he came closer. It was hot and my shorts seemed a good idea at the start. Now, with his hands gently tapping it didn’t seem so good. I made an effort to squirm away and he just smiled, then made the comments. Skin like a girl. Sweet disposition. I pulled back of course and tried to sound angry. That led to his fingers snapping the first button of my shirt. Please, I said, and that didn’t help either.

He changed then, his mood darker. Now his voice was demanding and
my begging doing nothing more than excite him. Soon the shirt was gone and I was ordered to my feet. He dragged me by the hand to his bedroom and then I started to cry.

Please….please David. He tossed me face down on the bed and stripped me quickly enough. It was the start of what I would come to learn was my new life. His belt came off because he liked to strap my bare bottom till I sobbed. Soon instead of David I was calling him Daddy, and begging Daddy not to spank me.

He did then and does now, all the time. I’ve become a wife, keeping the place neat and tidy till his return.

At least that might have happened. What did happen is that I glanced up to find him looking at me quizzically. You look like you’re dreaming kid, wake up. You want another white wine? I heard a loud male guffaw near me. Sure. Hey David can I ask you a question? Yeah, of course. The fights, like boxing? Yeah? You ever watch them?

Sure, all the time. Oh, my wife won’t let me. Do you think maybe…

He laughed as he poured for another customer. Sure, Mikey, I’ll pick one and we’ll have a date. He slid the beer down and leaned over the bar grinning.

Or should I call you Michelle he whispered.

I glance at her eyes again as I kneel on the edge of the bed. I can feel the man behind me watching us, having figured out how to get turned around. I lean down with my hands on either side of her hips and lips aiming for her throbbing pink and purple cunt. I stick my ass in the air, close enough to taunt my boy without his cock being able to reach farther than a mere brush against my skin. And I suck her clit into my mouth

Her back bows, finally getting the pleasure she has been longing for this whole time. She cries my name as my boy moans softly behind me and brushes his cock against my ass again.

I reach up and slip one finger inside her throbbing pussy. I can feel her pulse through the walls of flesh as I stroke the top of the canal. I know where her favorite spot is, but I’m not going to give her that pleasure just yet. I stroke slowly, in and out, getting ever closer to her spot, but never quite making it.

I raise my head from her wet pussy and look over my shoulder at my boy. I lean back just a little, and now he can feel my outer lips pulling at his head every time he moves. It’s the best kind of sex, for me, when I have both of my lovers right where I want them: horny to the point of pain and wanting more. But only one will be satisfied today, I decide.

I turn back to the woman with her legs spread wide for me. I pull my fingers out, and my hand and wrist are dripping with her wetness. It’s a beautiful sight, a wonderful feeling, and I know it tastes just as good. I make sure she’s cracked her eyes to look at me before I raise my hand to my lips and flick my tongue out to caress one side of my wrist. So much sweeter, she is, than the man behind me. I sit up and press my shoulders against him while I continue licking my hand. His dick is pressed between our bodies and I can feel him trying to thrust into me in any way he can. But I look into my partner’s eyes, and I see her understand that she has won the right to complete, unadulterated pleasure as I pull away from my man.

Wrist and ankles still tied, I take care to not kneel on her elbows or shoulders. Instead, I end up with my wet pussy hovering just above her face. She looks up at me from around my cunt and tits, pleading with her eyes since she can’’t speak. I reach back and flick her clit at the same time that I press mine into her lips. She starts sucking immediately, grazing teeth over the hood and moaning into my cunt. She knows just how I like it.

After a moment, I pull away, though she tries to follow me by sitting up. I turn quickly and put my clit back in her waiting lips. The new angle is wondrous, and I feel a tight warmth growing in my cunt. I look up at my man, pained and aching for a touch. I reach up with one hand to stroke him, but he is not my focus for the afternoon. With his cock still firmly in my grasp, I bend down and flick a tongue over my lover’’s clit. She moans anew into my pussy and that sets me to working her. I know the man in my hand is getting off on watching us while I stroke him, I can feel the eagerness in the pulse of his cock and the tiny whimpers he’s trying to hold in. But soon I abandon him in favor of the sweet tang of my partner’’s pussy. I spread both sets of her lips with my hands and plunge my tongue inside of her. It doesn’t go far, but I know how deep it can feel. I reach for her spot with it, though I know I won’’t make it, and feel her shudder beneath me.

She changes position and gets yet a new angle on my clit at the same time that I reach in and start pounding her hard and fast with my hand. I’’m nearly sitting on her face, now, with each thrust against her favorite place bringing a cry from her lips.

As I feel the peak of orgasm reaching down into my clit, I can feel the contractions of her pussy around my hand as she draws to the same ripping climax. In the same moment, we orgasm loud and long, her nearly screaming into my pussy while collapse over top of her, my hand still buried deep and twitching inside of her. Every tiny movement – her lips on my clit, my hand in her vagina – sends chills of pleasure running through our bodies as we quivering against one another.

I get up, untie her, and pick her up. She wraps herself around me.

I give a last glance to the man tied to my ceiling. Meeting his shocked look with a smirk, I take my partner out of our room for some quality clean-up time. And who knows? We might just fuck again in the shower.

I run a hand over his quivering shaft as he shifts position, relieving the ball of one foot for a moment while other takes his weight; the hook is too high for him to have both feet on the ground. I want him to feel as vulnerable as I do when he wraps his arms around me.

I take a crop from the drawer behind him, but the bed behind his knees keeps from turning to see what I’m doing.

“How does a bit of leather sound to my lover?” I call quietly from the corner by the dresser.

He doesn’t know what’s happened when I lay the first resounding smack against his fleshy thigh. A spot, red and hot, presents itself proudly to me. It’s sexy, that one sitting all by itself. I hit it again, just to be sure he can feel it, and this time he cries out for me. A small sound, but I’ll make it double, triple, quadruple before the day is out.

A matching mark is made on his other thigh. Next comes his bum, where I create a checker board pattern across the tender flesh, made softer still by the sweat rolling from the small of his back. Each blow buckles his knees as he hops from foot to foot, his cock swinging in the movement. I’m sure that if his balls could turn blue, they would the purest known to mankind.

I come around to face him, all innocence and black lace. On my knees, I gaze up at him from around his cock. “Who were you saying was a bitch?” I coo with a small smile on my lips before landing the crop against the side of his thigh. I sit up enough to wrap my lips around his throbbing flesh, tasting the salty tang of precum and sweat. But before I can work him up any farther we’re interrupted.

I hear the front door open and close, followed by the melodious call of my lover and partner. She wasn’t supposed to be home from hours yet, but here she is, walking down the hall to the bedroom.

A look tells the man he will remain quiet, lest he raise my fury further still. On my way to stand behind the door I grab a length of rope, black pattern with green and purple threads. It is soft and smooth to the touch: perfect for cuff-and-leash I’m creating while we wait.

The doorknob turns and she opens it to see him nearly suspended from our ceiling. Her full, pink lips form a surprised little “Oh!” as she stops half way into the room. At that moment, I push her face-first onto the bed and slip one of the loops around her wrist, pulling tight. She struggles beneath my knee, but I have one arm pulled up perpendicular with the rope around its wrist and the other nearly in my grasp. As I latch on to her other wrist with my free hand, I wrestle it to the small of her back and secure it with the remaining cuff loop. A flick of my hand to tighten the cuff and she is mine to be led around by the leash.

She looks up at from against the bedspread me with a startled tear in her eye and a run of mucus from her nose. Leading her over to the dresser, I tie her hands to one of my toy drawers; it’s locked in place, so she can’t pull herself free. I know how crafty and mischievous she is, too, so I make sure to secure her thumbs in the knot. It wouldn’t do for her to escape during a crucial moment. Her dark make-up has smudged ever so slightly, so I make a quick detour to the bathroom for a tissue.

With her face clean and the tear gone, I lean in to kiss her but am met with cold, disinterested lips. A quick smack sees to it that she responds to my affection. I smile at her in approval and return to my attention back to the man in our room as a hand print rises against her pale cheek.

I lean in to suck his nipple — something he doesn’t know how to respond to. He doesn’t know whether to enjoy the sensations flowing from this tiny surface or squirm and protest. I turn his torso so that I can look at my female lover, tied in the far corner. She looks confused, almost hurt, but hot for it at the same time.

I smack his ass with a bare palm as a departing blow before pulling lips and teeth away from his nipple. I want my partner naked and wet for me. While he waits, he is expected to stay ready for my return.

I pick up a small paring knife on my way back to the dresser. With it held between my teeth, I kneel in front of her. The skirt is a quick fix: unzip, unhook and slow slide. I am pleasantly surprised to find she took the garters today, the ones with the tiny ribbon roses above the straps. I leave that, her rich red stockings, and matching satiny underwear on in favor of seeing what bra she chose for work.

The button-up silk shirt is a slow, agonizing process, both for her and me. Before I begin unbuttoning it, I place my knife on the dresser behind her and lean in to kiss her neck, willing presented to my eager lips. I leave light red prints whereever I go. I find that spot, right over her pulse, and tease her with it. By the time I finally reach up for the first button, she is panting lightly and leaning into my body. She tries to wrap a leg around my waist, but I gently push it away in favor of her keeping her own footing. With the second button undone, I can hear my man moaning in pleasure in the background, longing to be a part of whatever has brought such pleasure to my lovely lady. By the third button, she is trying desperately to keep herself from rubbing her hips against me; she knows it would displease me and send me back to the man. Four, five, six buttons and I have reach the collar where she wears and old-fashioned, rose-like tie from the ’80s. I abandon her neck and ears in favor of caressing and kissing her stomach; it is something she dislikes, herself, but finds infinite pleasure in my attraction to its soft, round flesh. I tease a tongue beneath the underwire of her red bra, a match to her underwear and stockings. I slip a hand around her waist and press into the small of her back, pinning her against the front of my body as I press a passionate kiss to her lips. This time I met with equal passion without prompting, but I reach down with my free hand and smack her tight anyway. She cries out into my mouth and shivers against me. It is all it takes to start getting me wet, as well, for I know she will please me to my heart’s content in due time.

I pull away completely from her, leaving her with eyes clouded over in lust and body aching of my touch, to return to my man. All that he has heard behind him has kept him hard for me, his cock still swaying each time he changes feet.

I pull a stool over and get up to his eye level, something I keep around for this very purpose. I glance at my lady over his shoulder, seeing her jealousy and lust, and lean in to kiss him with my eyes still locked with hers. She grimaces, repulsed, yet still wanting my lips on hers and covering her body.

I reach down a stroke his cock, catching it in a sway toward my open palm a wrapping cool fingers around the wide shaft. His eyes flutter in pleasure as he sighs quietly into our kiss. I turn my eyes to his as I pull away from our embrace and just play with the tip of his dick. It is warm and soft, pleasant to feel as it pulses gently in my grasp.

The stool is wide enough that I can spread my feet to either side of his current stance. This opens my legs up all the way to my cunt, as yet untouched by any flesh. I’m wet and pulsing with my own lust as I bend my knees. I kiss his neck, chest, pausing to suckle each nipple, as I make my way down his body. I stop when I feel the tip of his head against my outer lips. With his cock still in my grasp, I rock it slowly back and forth to bounce between touching one lip and the other. His head falls back with pleasure in the promise of entering the moist warmth I keep between my thighs. “Please,” he manages despite his strain position. “Please, please,” he continues. But I release him and he sags a little in his bonds.

I step down from the stool and walk back to my lady. I rip the old tie from her throat and throw it on the bed. I can fix whatever damages the movement has done to it later. Right now, though, I reach around her hip and grab my knife. I raise it to her throat and cute the thread of the last button. A flick of the round tip send one shoulder cascading down her arm to stop at her tied wrist while my free hand slowly pushes the other arm of the shirt, caressing her soft flesh all the while. I reach down with my knife and slip it between the satin barrier and her pussy, taking care not to catch sweet flesh or hair as the tip emerges from the other side of the satin as she spreads her legs for me. I find the seam with the edge of the knife, my eyes holding hers, and cut it. The lose flap falls silently against the dresser as I quickly open a drawer, dispose of my knife, and close it again. Now my hand is free to search between her legs, following the slick line of arousal already creeping down one leg. I pass her outer lips, so full and swollen with desire no amount of spread in her legs could separate them, to stop just below her clit. The hard touch of it tells me it would be white-tipped and ready for orgasm, should I desire. But I want her begging me for it.

I kiss her again, thrusting my tongue between her teeth to coax her tongue into a dance. She responds in kind, whimpering from the feel of my tongue plunge inside her body while my fingers trace tantalizing circles around the entrance to her most intimate of crevices. She catches me by surprise, however, and thrusts down with her hips. What had been a game of torment is now her pleasure as her body sheaths my fingers.

I pull away from her, step back, and slap her across the face with the hand I had put in her vagina. A new pink mark raises against her skin, covered by her wetness.

My boy has managed to contort himself enough to see us, I discover, as I turn to go back to him. He is quick to turn around though. I turn back to my partner and reach around to untie the knot holding her to the dresser. I unhook her front-clasping bra and send in dangling with her shirt around her hands as she steps out of her skirt and underwear.

Pulling her with me, she stumbles backwards until we reach the man tied to out ceiling. Since he wants to watch me fuck my lover so badly, I tell him, he can turn around watch us in the comfort of our bed.

I throw her onto our bed while leaving him to figure out how to turn enough to watch us.

It doesn’t matter where I start the fantasy, whether it is work, or home, or play, it all comes down to me, at least two or three men I do not know and occasionally a beautiful fem.  

I love to dress up. We all have that slutty dress that we could only get away with wearing out of town. Mine is black with a slit up the right thigh.  I’ve set out my 5″ mini platform heels, black of course.  Knowing I’ll be on the prowl tonight I pick my sluttiest, yet finest, bra and panties, all topped off with fishnet thigh-highs.

I love the idea of anonymous sex. I haven’t done it before which makes this fantasy even more cumtastic! Before getting dressed I have a few drinks. I’ll need all the liquid courage I can get.  I get a little wet just dreaming about a long night “out”.  Time for the shower.  I must look my best.  I want to make sure my pussy feels all of the pounding so I give her a quick shave to make sure she is baby soft. Even that makes me wet.

As I fix my make-up and hair, I put emphasis on my lips and eyes.  They are my finest assets, aside from my wet pussy and tight ass, that is.  I put my hair up so my long neck is visible, along with the obvious submission tat at my hairline.

There, perfection! and already I feel like I want to come just looking at my body in the mirror.

As I make my way to the limo I generously tip the doorman for his ability to direct me to an night club for professionals. Some of our most successful business men and women are the most deviant.  Maybe because it is so taboo in their world.  After a ten minute drive, the car pulls up to a warehouse.  

There are high-end cars and other limos parked outside but it otherwise appears vacant. The driver makes a quick call on her cell and two heavy metal doors open up and a gentlemen in a fine suit comes to the car and opens the door.  He looks me over and looks at the driver and gives her a nod. He reaches out his hand and guides me into the warehouse.  The music and lighting were off and the decor was lacking.  After walking through a maze of clear plastic dividers I reached a beautiful bar.  It was stocked with only the finest and behind the bar was a beautiful brunette.  She was dressed in a nearly sheer white button up top that was buttoned only halfway. She had a beautiful bra studded with what appeared to be real diamonds. Her boobs were nearly falling out of both the shirt and the bra.  The slim black skirt barely covered her ass and with every bend to reach something from below the bar I could see her ass.  She was stunning.  She poured me a shot of tequila without even asking me what I wanted to drink.  She poured one for herself and we took the shots together. I laughed nervously but she simply walked to the other side of the bar.

There were mostly men at the bar. They all seemed taken with the bartender. When she walked passed me again I asked for a gin and tonic to which she nodded and had it before me in seconds – as if she knew what I was drinking. The men were all so attractive almost as if they were models. Some more rugged than others. Little by little their attention was drawn my way.

Although this was a fantasy, I began to feel self-conscience. One of the men, his eyes blue and his appearance almost cross, came over.  He walked by and around me, as if inspecting. I saw him almost smile as he recognized my submission tatoo.  He sat next to me and waived the bartender to bring me another drink. Now on my fourth drink I felt my nervousness slipping away.

The cross man nodded to another man across the bar. He was tall with a large build, like a professional football player. The large man walked slowly across the bar and stood behind me, also as if inspecting.

I turned to both of them, smiled and said, “Hello.”  Quickly, the cross man leaned in and said, “Don’t fucking speak unless spoken too.”

The large man grabbed me by the hair and said, “Looks like you’ve come to the right place, Bitch.”

The cross man told me to turn to the bar, smile and drink my drinks. I was to sit down until directed to them.  They would send for me with they were ready.

What the hell does that mean? Send for me? Where were they going? I was nervous and wet with anticipation. What kind of place is this. I expected a bar to find a dom male or two.  While this fits that category it goes a bit further than I had fantisized.

I was really feeling the drinks now, almost like something else was in them. Everything seemed to arouse me, the lights, the sounds, everything.

The brunette bartender received a call at the bar and looked up at me.  She hung up the phone, came from behind the bar and took me by the hand. “They are ready for you now.”

I walked with her through another maze of the hanging plastic. As we walked I could hear the moans and screams of sex.  I heard whips and slaps. As we passed through I saw women being fucked mercilessly screaming in both pain and delight.  I saw women tied and suspended while other women ate and licked their wet pussies.

I was so excited. This was live erotica like I have never witnesses. Raw and real. The antcipation of what would be my fate made me nearly cum just imagining. The more we walked, the more my wet lips rubbed together.  I could feel every sensation as my thong had slidded between my cunt lips.

Then we stopped. The bartender turned and told me not to be afraid, that any pain would be rewarded by pleasure like I had never known. She told me I was lucky to be chosen. Then she slid back the plastic curtain.

Before me were the two men from earlier along with four others.  The four men were seated and fully clothed as if there to watch. The cross man and the large man were completely naked.  There was a long table with straps and stirrups. There was a tray with clothes pins, probes, and dildos of different sizes.

I was guided to my knees by the bartender. The cross man came over and slapped me hard across the face. I cried out in pain. “I told you not to speak unless spoken too.  Now you will be punished.” He then shoved is 8″ cock in my mouth.  The bartender grabbed my hair and began shoving my face over his cock.  I couldn’t breath. They were choking me. I was looking around trying to get my bearings all the while sucking his cock off and I see the bartender smiling. The bitch was smiling. I began to gag and he pulled out right before I puked. I dropped to the floor trying to catch my breath.

The large man pulled my up by the hair and moved me to the center of the room.  He ripped my dress off effortlessly. From the tray, he pulled a knife and cut my bra and panties off. He began guiding the knife over my entire body. I began realizing that noone knew I was there. Could they kill me? What have I gotten myself into? He runs the knife over my stockings and catches and pulls them. He puts the knife up and I feel slightly relieved. He grabbs a butt plug off of the table and hands it to the bartender. She applies a lube to it. The large man orders me to squat. The bartender shoves the plug in my ass hard. I fall to my knees and scream in pain. The large man pulls me up and warns me that I should not speak and begins punishing me the same way the cross man had. This time though the cock is massive.  I can hardly get it in my mouth. The corners of my mouth feel lick they are ripping apart. This time he holds my head and fucks my mouth. Again I can’t breath but I’m so aroused by the but plug that I begin to moan. As I maon I can feel is massive cock so far back in my throat. I am gagging trying to breath through my nose but my moaning gets him off.  He begins to groan and I feel him getting bigger as my ass gets tighter around the plug. I knew he was going to blow in my mouth and he does before I have time to take another breath. I take in all of his salty cum while trying to breath.

He picks me up by the hair and guides me to the table. The bartender straps only my left arm then she slips my feet into the stirrups. She grabs the longest probe, something like I’ve never seen before and she begins to run it over my body. The jolt was painful. She rolled it around my nipples, she rolled it around my ass, she rolled it around my clit, that is when I yelled, “No” as she slid it in my cunt. The pain was so bad I thought I would pass out.

The cross one grabbed the clothes pins and clamped my nipples. Then he clamped my thighs, then my cunt lips. Then he came up and clamped my nose. The bartender climed on the table over me and was sitting on my chest. She lifted her skirt and took off her half-buttoned blouse. They ordered me to lick her pussy. I did but I was having trouble breathing with the clamp on my nose. She tasted so good I couldn’t shove my tongue far enough into her pussy. As I sucked on her clit she squeeled with pleasure. I was completely distracted on her lovely cunt when I felt the large man move between my legs. He spun the butt plug, and I moaned again. The cross man pulled the bartender off of me and whipped me with a large belt across my chest. He hit me so hard it knocked the wind out of me and the clothes pins went flying across the room. He then rolled me onto my left side and began fucking my face again. He seemed even bigger than the last time he filled my mouth.

The large man lifted my leg to the side and shoved his cock into my wet pussy. I couldn’t deny my excitement and fear. I was so wet he slid in me so far I screamed in pain. It only made him begin fucking me harder. The bartender walked by the tray and grabbed a large dildo. She covered it in lube and then started rubbing my asshole with it. My ass was already sore from the butt plug that was too big and the sight of the dildo had me thinking it would rip me in half. She and the large man began pulling my ass apart while he was still fucking me hard. His heavy balls smacking into my thigh. Together they shoved the huge didldo in my ass, my scream muted by the cross man’s cock. I felt him ready to blow and he did all over my face and mouth. I did not think my ass would hold up to the huge glass cock in my ass but it became very warm and wet. Then I realized that I was fucking them hard, not the other way around.

The cross man went behind the bartender and began to fuck her from behind as they were fucking me.  I knew I was going to lose control but I was determined not to cum before them.  I began to scream in pain my pussy and ass were spent and stretched beyond anything I felt before. My screams excited them all and that is when I realized we were all cumming. Pain and pleasure, Dom and sub, cock and pussy, all cumming and spraying and screaming in total ecstasy.

When it was over the men were no longer seated and began cheering loudly. I forgot they were there. My dream was there wet dream witnessed in person.

My body may never feel such delight again but I can always hope

She wanted to come home and I let her, even though we are divorced.
She wanted to be with me, but confessed that she still wanted black cock. I arranged meetings with strange men in different cities and that seemed to satisfy her for a while. She was also still having sex with me, so everyone was happy. She eventually told me that when she was a teenager, she had often fantasized about being forcefully taken by a group of black men. I asked her if she really wanted that, because things could get out of control so easily. She said that part of what excited her was the danger. She wanted to be held down, roughed up and used and abused and ravaged repeatedly. I told her we would do it.

On a Friday night we went to a pretty scary section of town. Sharon and I were drinking a little to get some liquid courage so we could go through with this. I saw a bunch of black guys standing on a street corner passing around. They were with a few hookers. I stopped by them went through the pleasantries and ended up with a hooker riding with us. I gave her 100 dollars and told her what we wanted. She said only if she could participate. She said she didn’t like white women and would love to see one get what was coming to her. Sharon was drunk and only smiled at her.

I told the hooker to get five of her friends, preferably well hung, and no weapons or cell phones. She said she wanted 300 more dollars to arrange this. She would have to give the men some money she said. I agreed. We went back and next thing we new Sharon and I had five thugs and a hooker in our van. We went to an old deserted industrial complex out of town, and parked in an over grown parking lot. The only light was a lone street light and our van lights.

As we started to get out, one of the men said, “let’s get down to business” and the men grabbed Sharon and started to drag her out of the van. She was sort of shocked and started to fight. OOOhhhh, this is gonna be good”, said one of the men. They dragged her around the front of the van and threw her down in front of the headlights. Four of them and the hooker held her while the last one ripped her shear little black mini dress off of her. She was fighting like a wildcat and the hooker slapped her across the face and grabbed her by the hair. Finally nude except for her black stilettos, two grabbed her by the wrists and held her arms down, two others grabbed her ankles and held her slender legs wide apart.

One of them dropped his pants and he didn’t disappoint, he had a cock that was eight inches soft. He climbed on top of Sharon rubbed his cock against her pussy lips and started to grow hard. He part her pussy lips with it and started to push in, taking bigger and bigger strokes as he went. Soon he was pounding her for all she was worth, His balls were the size of russet potatoes and they were slapping against her ass. She was groaning with pleasure but still putting up a “semi” fight. She arched her back and came hard just as he groaned and emptied his big balls into her. Soon he rolled off of her and the next one took his turn. He was hung as well and fucked her for at least ten minutes. She came twice with this one.

The other three took their turns with the same results. Sharon was cumming hard so hard for them she about passed out every time. Soon they were all done. The whore wanted her crack at Sharon. She had the thugs hold her down and she reached between Sharon’s legs and started to finger her. Soon she was fisting Sharon. Sharon was getting all hot again, and the hooker turned around pulled up her skirt, straddled Sharon’s face and ground her pussy on Sharon’s face telling her to “lick it”. Sharon was ready to cum from the fisting she was getting and she complied licking the hookers pussy eagerly. She then told Sharon to lick her asshole, which Sharon did on command. Soon the whore came all over Sharon’s face just as Sharon started cumming again squirting out the sides of the hooker’s wrist. She spent most of the rest of the night getting fucked like that over and over again. The next day Sharon was bruises, scratch and bite marks all over her. When we got home and Sharon headed for a bath you could see where all cum from those gangbangers had been oozing down her thighs.

She’s healing up and wants to do it again soon. I ended up spending six hundred dollars, but the show that was put on was worth it.

Once we took a drive into the hills, and stopped in the car park in a wooded valley. Leaving the open space, we were quickly surounded by thick woodland, with dappled shade all around us. My wife pulled me close for a kiss, and i pulled her closer still. In those days dugarees were all the fashion, and I slipped my hand into the back of hers, and unclipped her bra. She wriggled out of it, and proudly showed it me, as she lifted her t-shirt to show me her fine firm breasts.

I don’t remember how we got there, but within seconds, it seemed, she was leaning against a tree trunk, as I took her from behind, her dungarees around her ankles, and my hands on her breasts and belly and hips.

Suddenly we heard another car arrive in the parking area, and although we were hidden, it seemed lke we’d be discovered then and there. I pushed hard into her, and she had to bite her hand as we bucked and squirmed to a sudden and powerful climax together. I came out of her mid-cum, and absolutely covered her backside and back with semen, as she gave in and shouted out. There was even some in her hair.

The other visitors passed by well away from us, but we laughed like kids as we ran to the car. It’s our fondest memory, and occasionally we take time to relive it.