2 comments/ 87198 views/ 12 favorites Brian Owns Me Ch. 01 By: stacey_lynne Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I'm there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room... I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed.... I then kneel on a foot stool at the end of the bed. I face away from the connecting door. So far I had been lucky with my timing. Not this week. But I cannot change my appointment. I do not have my mystery lover's contact information. All I have are his orders, "Same time, same place, next week." This week is not lucky. My period arrived this morning. Just when I was least expecting it. Just when I was least hoping for it. I can deal with coital abstention in my married life. Not with my mystery lover. I assume the position on the footstool at the end of the bed. As instructed I bend over and part my legs wide open. I feel totally vulnerable and indecently exposed. The string of my tampon hanging between my parted legs feels like the huge and thick rope at the end of the bells of the college carillon sounding the hour from afar. It makes me feel like it is calling attention to the lewd and obscene in me. Like each week a brown envelope is left at my feet, it is full of used, high-value bank notes... paid for my services. Dutifully I take it home and split it into six even envelopes. One for each of the stepchildren: three from his first marriage, three from his second. All six appreciated and thank the loving stepmother for her weekly allowance. None of the six will ever find out that my extreme generosity is the fruit of my depravity and wild eroticism over you. You have no time for my thoughts. You approach me, a total stranger facing a married woman, totally naked. Your perfect, beautiful, and enormous is at eye-level. You do not let me touch it. Instead, you quickly move around to my back, spread my ass cheeks very wide, and plunge in. I scream in intense pain. In one instant, just like that, you have taken my anal virginity! You let me scream and moan and feel totally terrified of what I have just done and what you have done to me. Just as suddenly, you pull out. Turning back to my face, you jerk off, quickly and furiously. I have never seen a man masturbate and I really want to see how it's done. You laugh and ejaculate all over my face. But you do not lose your erection. I am dazed and confused and totally at a loss for words. And if I ever harbored any thoughts of leaving, they are dashed when your friends come into the room. Your enormous cock goes back to pumping my ass again and again. Over and over again I scream for permission to cum. You laugh and pump me even deeper. I am desperate. The cock that had exploded all over my face is suddenly replaced by another one, just as hard, and so different. Again you laugh. Grabbing my hair you yank my head up. "Suck that one, too, slut-bitch. Suck him off while I fuck you." in a matter of minutes the second cock is deep down my throat. I am gagging. I have never sucked suck a thick cock. Actually, for that matter, I have never ever sucked a cock so deep in my mouth. I feel I am gasping for air. You laugh. "New at this, aren't you, slut-bitch?" You see that I am crying with sheer terror and that only makes you pump my ass harder and deeper. You pull my head even further back. Effortlessly, the other guy can slide his thick cock down my throat and explode right down my esophagus. It gets you so excited that you cum yet again deep in my ass. And you invite yet a third guy to join us, ordering me again to suck him off. Finally you are done with me for the day. You leave me, limp and exhausted, on the floor, like a wet, used rag. In the dark on the floor I grope around for my clothes. Finding my skirt here, my bra there, my panties way over there, my blouse off in a corner somewhere, and my shoes elsewhere. I manage to get dressed as best I can in the dark room. I waddle out. My legs are rubbery and weak. My head is spinning. My heart is racing. I am drenched in perspiration. I am dizzy. • I have never, ever, ever had anal sex. • I have never, ever, ever had deep-throat sex. • I have never, ever, ever had sex with more than one man at a time. • Before I married my husband, I had sex with only one other man, and that was my boy-friend in college. • You, sweetie, have deflowered me anally, and also in many, many more ways than you think. These thoughts are racing through my very confused mind. Suddenly my path is blocked by the huge, black receptionist. Towering over me, her enormous breasts are level with my eyes. Her arms are akimbo, her legs wide apart. "Cash only," she booms at me with a loud, deep voice. Gone is the pleasant receptionist that greeted me so nicely when I first walked in. "Excuse me?" I stammer. "You heard me, bitch. Cash only. We only take cash for the sexual services you just received." Confused and just-deflowered, I reach into my purse, fumble for my wallet, pull out a $20 bill, and hand it to her, my hands shaking. "All of it, bitch." "Excuse me?" "All your cash, little bitch." Shaking, I hand her all my cash, meekly stammering, "How will I get back to my office?" She laughs, her huge breasts shaking. Her hands reach out and fumble over my blouse, fondling my meager 32-A titties. Her fingers find my nipples. Slowly she starts squeezing, harder, deeper, sharper, harder, twisting, pulling. I am squirming. My hands come up to rescue my nipples. She slaps them away and resumes. I am crying with intense pain. She leans over and whispers into my ears, "You're going to drag your lily-white ass over to the ATM and get cash to get to work. And next time you come over, you'd better bring a whole lot more cash if you plan to get back in to service your Owner Brian." Trying to be brave, I nod and whimper, "Do I get a receipt?" She laughs, "Of course you do, bitch!" She falls to her knees, grabs my ankle and I feel a sharp sting. She walks away laughing, twice my size looking eightfold stronger. I look down and see a tiny, blue monogram on my ankle: BF. Thinking it is a stamp of some kind I realize they are my owner's initials. Maybe it will come off when I shower. Or with time. Only that the days go by and it stays. I don't know what she did or how she did it. Fact of the matter is that now and forever I have been branded with my Owner's monogram. It takes a trained eye to see it, but I certainly am aware of it every day now. I walk out of the parlor. My legs are wobbly. My ass, which up until a few hours ago had been totally virgin, now feels strangely dilated. I am oozing cum non-stop down my thighs. My gait is awkward. The taste in my mouth is bittersweet. I did not have lunch, and yet I feel like I have been force-fed protein shakes. At work I cannot concentrate. Every few minutes I cast a furtive glance at my private email to see if my Owner has written me. I cannot get any work done. My secretaries and staff wonder if I feel ill. Your huge cock has reamed my very tight, virgin ass so hard that I cannot sit. Worse, I feel like you have branded me with a huge, scarlet A for adulteress. Here I was until yesterday a model housewife, a faithful and loving wife, a successful business person, a dabbler in erotica, and a good sport. You came into my life, you raped me repeatedly, and now I cannot stop thinking of you. You branded my ankle with your monogram like you branded my ass with your enormous cock like you branded my heart with your words. My ass continues to dribble your cum. Again and again I have to go to the ladies room to change panty liners. I feel so strangely delicious. I lock the office door and think of you, sweetie. Slowly and gently, my fingers trace the outline of my nipples and rush to my tiny, reclusive clittie . I really want to masturbate for you, but I want it to be so special, darling! I hold off as best I can. At home that night I feel like the whore you have made me. My husband, kind and loving and serious looks at me and asks me if I feel OK. I am tired, I lie. He goes to bed. For the first time ever in my life I am thinking of another man. Of you, sweetie! When my husband finally falls asleep, I start to masturbate. For you. Slowly. Gently. Deeply. For the longest time. For you, sweetie, only for you!!! And when I finally do cum -- explode -- thinking of what you have made me, my body flies off into pieces. The taste of all the other men's cum that afternoon seems to flare up in my mouth. My ass trembles and dilates again and again. As if you were here with me, sweetie, inviting you to thrust your manhood deep into me. The next morning my husband leaves to work early. I am still getting ready to go to work when the doorbell rings. Strange, I am not expecting anyone. Opening the door, I see a nice, handsome, young man. "Madam, I am here to install the cameras." "Cameras?" I ask, "I have no idea what you are talking about?" He smiles, ever so politely, and hands me a sheet of paper, "This is the work order." I glance at it and then stare. My world is falling apart. I cannot believe my eyes. The letter has your monogram at the top, BF. There is a full-color, high resolution picture of me on my hands and knees sucking a man's cock, eyes wide open. The picture has been cropped but I know there is your cock up my ass at the edge of the picture. The work order simply states, "Install three high-def cameras." I have no choice, do I, sweetie? The repairman cheerfully comes in and goes about his work. He knows what he is doing. One tiny camera goes in our bedroom, so tiny even I almost cannot see it. The other goes in our bathroom. The third goes in our kitchen. In less than an hour, the repairman is finished. He does something or other with his laptop. He asks me to lie on my bed and checks something. He asks me to sit on the toilet and checks something. He asks me to chop some carrots on the kitchen counter and checks something. He smiles, so handsome and so polite. "All set, madam. Have a nice day." Strange, I think, I know that voice. Suddenly, as it dawns on me, he waves back and smiles, "That was me in the picture. You have very tight throat, madam." I faint. And so now, I get emails from you, sweetie, at the strangest hours, when least expected. I know you can see me 24/7. • You tell me what to wear. And what not to wear. • You tell me how you want me to sit to pee. • You tell me when I can play with myself and how. • You tell me if I may cum or not. • You order me when to make love with my husband and how you want me to do it. Ever since we got married, making love was always in the dark, under the blankets, usually in missionary position. Now all of a sudden I have to tell my husband why I want to do it with the lights on, outside the blankets, and in so many different ways. He thinks it's because he is working out at the gym and is stronger. You, sweetie, know better. It's because you enjoy tormenting me, owning me, watching me degrade myself by being your whore fucking my cuckold husband while you watch my ass bobbing up and down, cheeks spread wide apart for your viewing pleasure. And I do it for you, sweetie, because you are my owner and I am yours, darling, You have made me your slut-whore. One night my husband and I are attending a gala event at the museum. From afar, I see a woman that looks quite a bit like me: elegant, tall, pale white, athletic, small titties like mine . Our eyes lock into each other for an instant. She blushes, turns away, and hugs her husband. Cold shivers run down my spine. I don't know why. Much later, she and her husband walks by my husband and me. She does not say a word. We just look at each other and both feel something. We don't need to say anything. Both of us have looked at each other's ankles. Both of us have been branded with the same monogram, BF. Both us belong to you, sweetie! That night as I am getting ready for bed and knowing you can see me undressing and peeing, I get an email form you, "Have you ever sucked another woman?" I go crazy out of my mind. NO! My husband cannot believe his luck. I fuck him like never before. He thinks it is his virility. Only you and I, sweetie, I am fucking him because I am desperate for you, darling, only for you! Except that you have other plans for me, now that you own me. This is so terribly exciting, my darling! Brian Owns Me Ch. 02 Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I'm there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room... I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed.... I then kneel on a foot stool at the end of the bed. I face away from the connecting door. * On the bed, Brian has neatly set out my soft, purple velvet hood. Atop it he has laid out my nipple shields. My eyes gaze at the two objects of my torment. Minutes from now, I know, he will hood my face and slip on the nipple shields. The knurls will slide over my nipples, making them even longer than mine usually are. And their tightness will make impossible for them to slide off accidentally. They will come off much later, on my way home, to excruciating pain. I shudder. Suddenly I remember that I am to keep my legs wide apart when I am kneeling on the foot stool. I part them as wide as I can, leaning over a bit more. Soft footsteps and my heart skips a beat. Brian is here! My joy is infinite! I am not allowed to turn back but I know it must be him. The cue is a touch on my neck: I raise my head just a bit. He slips the soft velvet hood over my face. It is a new model; Brian designed it himself, just for me. The part over my eyes is very tight: no light can possibly get through. No matter what is being done to me, I cannot even try to peek. The hood fits snugly over my head and there is a round opening at my mouth. It has been hemmed with precision so it does not tear. And I know its diameter is... well, Brian made it to spec so I could take the thickest cock he wants me to suck. Embedded in the velvet hood, at ear level, Brian has molded hi-definition stereo speakers. A gentle click and sound is piped though them. My body shakes. I know Brian is admiring my nudity, my grandma breasts pointing down; my total anal exposure showing him how vulnerable I become under his influence. He raises the volume and my body trembles. It is me! Brian has been secretly recording my moans and screams and pleas and shrieks and gasps -- all the noises I have made as Brian and his friends have repeatedly and savagely been raping me. It is me! His hand caresses my derrière, softly and gently, with an open palm, lovingly as only Brian knows how to do it. I start to relax a bit. Suddenly, he slaps me, really hard. I scream and my back lurches up. He gently pushes my head back down. I resume breathing normally. Again, Brian slaps my ass extremely hard. Again, I scream and again he motions my head to go back down. He slips the nipple rings on my nipples and tweaks them to set them afire. I scream over the sounds piped through the headphones, the sounds of my previous rapes. "Brian I want you, my sweetheart! Brian, please fuck my ass. Brian, please!" Two or three more slaps, followed by tweaking of my nipples, even sharper this time. I feel something in my hand. He has handed me a tube of anal lube, warm because he kept it under warm running water in the hotel bathroom sink. I know what Brian wants me to do. Words are not necessary: I know what pleases Brian just like he knows what terrifies me. Fumbling because I cannot see because of the blindfold, I uncap the tube and pour lots of lube into my hand. Spreading my legs even wider apart, my hand lubricates my very tight anus. I know Brian is watching my every move. I know that any mistake will be severely punished. But there are no mistakes. I want to please Brian with my performance. I want him to know I am his, and only his. A tap on the shoulder tells me it's enough. Again, he tweaks my nipples, this time pinching them very hard. Only Brian knows that my nipples are my most sensitive part. Only Brian knows that I used to be able to climax only with nipple play. Only Brian knows that I like it when he does it harder. "Much harder, darling; much harder: you will be surprised how much I can take." I scream. I feel his cock touching my anus. Just touching it. It's is more than I can bear. It matters not if I clench my sphincter tight or if I try to dilate it open. Either way, he will thrust his huge cock up my ass. "Now, Brian, now! Please fuck my ass, sweetheart, now!" The tip of his cock slides up and down my anal crack. He is making me moan and sigh and plead. Any minute now, I know, and yet he still makes me beg and plead. I know he likes to see me under his control, squirming like the bitch that he has made me, his bitch, his bitch in heat. Without warning, his entire cock thrusts way up and deep inside my ass. I scream! All the way in, with no warning and no time to prepare, all the way in to the hilt, the pain all the more intense. And I panic. It is NOT Brian! No, it is not Brian. After all these countless times of anal rape, my nerve endings in my ass have become extremely sensitive. I know exactly how Brian feels when he is deep up my ass, how his skin and veins and contour feel when he slides up and down inside my ass. My ass knows Brian's cock better than I know the palm of my hand. Not even my vagina ever had such exquisite sensitivity to my husband's penis. It is not Brian's cock inside me! All of a sudden it all makes sense. Brian is not fucking me up my ass. I suddenly realize what went wrong. When this unknown gentleman entered my ass, he plunged right in. A moment of intense pain when his cock tears into my sphincter and then he is all the way in. Brian never did it like this. Brian knows me far better, Brian is an expert at anal intercourse. He pushes his rock-hard cock head against my ass. Slowly, methodically, ignoring my body language. The moment his cock head opens my sphincter, the instant when I am in most pain, Brian holds his cock head right there. He forces me to feel that dull, throbbing pain, his perfect cock moving neither in nor out. He makes me feel the pain until he knows I am about to faint. He lets me feel my intense pain in my ass while his cock pulsates, telling me he is the man for me. And only when Brian has prolonged my agony -- only then -- does Brian plunge into my ass. Brian is perfect. The other man is sliding his huge cock in and out of my ass. He must be enormous because I almost feel it coming out of my throat. Being very thin, I can feel his huge hands reaching over and kneading my tummy, feeling his cock moving deep up my ass. A hand pulls my head up. I am forced to raise my head, the man's cock pumping my ass harder now, his hands roaming my tummy and reaching up to pull my nipples hard. A finger touches my mouth. My lips part instinctively. Brian's cock slides into my mouth! Yes, it's Brian!!! I suck lovingly, avidly, without cease. My hands caress his perfect cock and squeeze his loaded balls. He slaps my hands away. Brian is interested only in my mouth working on his cock. My cell phone rings. I could have sworn I had turned it off. All action stops. Brian slides out of my mouth, hands me my cell phone and makes me hold and stroke his perfect cock in my free hand. The man up my ass stays inside: I can feel him throbbing, a few strokes from exploding inside me. "Grandma, when are you coming over to play?" I hear Brian's voice whisper softly, "Keep talking." As I continue to talk to my granddaughter, I feel the man exploding up my ass, at least a few gallons, and Brian squirting his precious ejaculate all over my breasts. "Grandma, do you love me?" "Yes, my darling, I love you with all my heart." She thinks it's for her. Brian knows I meant it for him. Never ever has a woman been so humiliated, fucked up her ass and giving her lover a handjob while talking to a naïve child, knowing my husband is awaiting me at home, "Do you have a nice day today, Stacey Lynne?" How can I ever tell anyone how Brian makes me feel!!! Brian, may I please be allowed to masturbate now, my sweetheart? Brian Owns Me Ch. 03 Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I'm there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room... I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed.... I then kneel on a foot stool at the end of the bed. I face away from the connecting door. On the bed, Brian has neatly set out my soft, purple velvet hood. Atop it he has laid out my nipple shields. My eyes gaze at the two objects of my torment. Minutes from now, I know, he will hood my face and slip on the nipple shields. The knurls will slide over my nipples, making them even longer than mine usually are. And their tightness will make impossible for them to slide off accidentally. They will come off much later, on my way home, to excruciating pain. I shudder. Brian has laid out this afternoon's other objects. He makes me look at what he will use later on, increasing my apprehension, augmenting my tension, setting my desires afire for him. There is a surgical-looking bag clearly marked "Foley Balloon Catheter -- Female". Next to it, neatly arrayed on a sterile towel, are 5 (five!) large syringes, filled with what appears to be sterile water. And next to them, of course, the tube of anal lube that Brian always has there, ready for me. Today I am terrified. Never before has Gail, my doctor, ever used a catheter on me. I have never seen it actually used. And now I am quite certain Brian plans to explore me in different ways. I am shaking and trembling as I kneel by the bedside, awaiting my ordeal. I know the connecting door is open and I know my darling Brian is watching everything I do. Slowly I pour anal lube on my fingers, bend over way down, spread my legs, and lube my ass. Brian enjoys watching me prepare myself for him. I wait. And wait. And wait. Brian walks up from behind and slips the velvet hood over my head. It's about to begin. The velvet hood is has tiny earpieces that play the sounds of my previous seductions -- moans and screams -- for me to hear myself in moments of intense pain and ultimate joy. The hood is tightly fitted over my eyes -- custom-made for me -- and has a large opening at the mouth level. Sooner or later, I know, a large cock will come in and fill my mouth. Brian has planned everything perfectly well for me. I love him so much! I am bent over, knees wide apart, just how Brian has taught me he wants to see me. I sense moving around. Brian must be walking around, taking a closer look at my body, trembling and shaking, my little titties pointed down and bobbing with every breath I take. Brian knows how anxious he makes me when I have to expose myself, completely blind-folded, naked, derrière high up in mid-air. I feel his very strong hands parting my cheeks. He has done this countless times to me, every time we get together, and every time it makes me extremely nervous. He parts my cheeks, getting a very close-up look at my very tight ass. His hands massage my derrière and keep opening my ass wider. He does not touch it -- yet. All he is doing is parting and exposing me. Out of nowhere, I am surprised. Brian is touching my pussy! He has never, ever touched me with his hands! Ever! Just like that, Brian's strong hands are spreading my labia apart! I cannot believe my senses! He is so good with me! Granted, Brian is not touching my tiny, baby clittie. He has never touched it. Never. But his hands are parting my labia and that feels so good. I know I am moaning with happiness. And I know that my moans are being recorded to be played back through my earphones later. For now, it is the joy of Brian parting my labia wide apart that is driving me wild with joy. I can feel my tiny, baby clittie leaping with joy. Brian won't touch it but I can sense he is staring at it as he moves my labia wider and wider apart. Brian pauses. I moan with desire. Suddenly, I scream and lurch my back up straight. Brian has taken both my nipples in his strong, powerful hands, pinched them, and twisted them. Very hard. With his strong grip, he does not release them, but rather pulls them down so my torso has to follow until I am back on all fours. Brian knows how to use the extreme sensitivity on my nipples to force my body to follow his instructions. Brian's hands let my nipples go free. I moan. But not for long. Again, I feel his hands parting my labia wide. He is doing something. I don't know what but his hands are busy. I start to feel it: a slight pressure right smack on my pee hole. A slight, but insistent pressure right on my pee hole tells me Brian is touching the tip of the catheter, finding the exact location of my pee hole. More pressure and my body starts to feel it. The catheter is pressing against the orifice. Brian is pressing slowly and carefully. He is so gentle with me when he torments me. I let out a soft whimper. The tip of the catheter has penetrated my pee hole. And just like when Brian thrusts his enormous cock up my ass and makes me squirm in pain, neither shoving in nor sliding out, Brian is doing the exact same with the catheter. The tip is just at the orifice, neither sliding in nor moving out. Brian knows just how to force me to accept and bear and withstand that moment of sheer agony as long as possible. My moaning subsides; my body is getting weak from the discomfort of the catheter pressing at my pee hole. Slowly, Brian starts to slide it in. I presume he is lubricating it because it slides in so effortlessly and so smoothly. I feel it, cold and slippery going in, and in, and in, up my urethra. I moan again with discomfort the moment the tip reaches my bladder. Brian lets me moan in that discomfort for the longest while before pushing it all the way in. I can feel my bladder emptying. I am so embarrassed with Brian that I am peeing but he must know I cannot help it with the catheter all the way up my pee hole and into my bladder! Something is happening now. I can sense his hands moving around my genital area and the catheter being moved. I feel cold water slowly going up my urethra and filling my bladder. In the fog of agony and delight, I realize Brian has taken one of the huge, water-filled syringes and is filling my bladder with cold water. And then it stops. I am full of water. I try to pee. To no avail: the balloon has probably been inflated and the catheter closed off so no pee can come out. Brian has filled my bladder and sealed it! He lets me realize what is happening. After a few minutes, I feel his hands spreading my ass, spreading it very wide. I inhale and exhale very deeply, like Brian has taught me when expecting his deep anal penetration. His beautiful, perfect, and enormous cock starts to press against my ass. Slowly, surely, inexorably pressing. I know what is about to happen. Again I try to inhale and exhale deeply, like they teach us in birthing class. His cock head pushes its way in. It does not matter what my sphincters tries to do: if it dilates wide or tightens up, regardless, Brian will keep pressing. The moment of penetration, when Brian rips into my ass, is always extremely and excruciatingly painful. Brain knows it and holds still, his head not moving neither in nor out. I am moaning and squirming and trying desperately to do something but Brian knows me all too well. By keeping still, he forces my body to feel the pain of his enormity. Brian thrust in -- all the way in -- to the hilt of his beautiful,perfect, and enormous cock! I scream and lurch my back straight. Again, Brian takes both mynipples in his strong, powerful hands, pinches them, and twists them. Very hard. With his strong grip, he does not release them, but rather pulls them down so my torso has to follow until I am back on all fours. Brian knows how to use the extreme sensitivity on my nipples to force my body to follow his instructions. His huge cock is throbbing deep up my ass. I was an anal virgin until I met Brian and now he knows I cannot live without him. He grabs my body and picks me up, his huge cock deep up my ass, and carries me. He lies on his back on the bed and I am lying atop him, my back to his muscular chest. I cannot see a thing but I know his buddies are also in the room looking at us. Brian's legs open my legs wide apart. I feel his breathing, slow and deep and rhythmical. I try to match his breathing. His huge cock throbs just as methodical deep up my ass. Brian is holding my hands in his, at his side. Another set of hands is doing something around my pussy. Again I feel a slow flow of cool water up my urethra. I understand what is happening. Another gentleman has taken the second syringe and is filling my bladder even more, with the second huge syringe. He closes the catheter off. My bladder is full but I cannot pee. The second gentleman kneads my tummy. The wish to pee gets stronger: I really need to pee. But nothing can come out. The gentleman takes my right hand [I am a lefty, by the way] from Brian's and guides it to his cock. I shudder. I know exactly who this is! That huge cock -- the size and shape of a Thermos bottle -- is Anthony's! The same Anthony whose cock is the largest in our tri-county area! The same Anthony that enjoys fucking me every which way but never ever ejaculates inside me! My hand has a hard time getting a grip around it: he is so huge and thick that my hand cannot wrap all the way around! Even so, I stroke it as best I can. Now I have my darling and beloved Brian throbbing deep up my ass while I stroke Anthony -- my bladder full and my desire to pee withheld. Brian is holding my hands in his, at his side. Another set of hands is doing something around my pussy. Again I feel a slow flow of cool water up my urethra. Now I really understand what is happening. A third gentleman has taken the third syringe and is filling my bladder even more, with the third huge syringe. He closes the catheter off. My bladder is even fuller now, but still I cannot pee. This third gentleman takes my left hand and guides it to his cock. It is tiny! I feel around. It feels just like a real cock. It has the same texture and shape and veins and skin as a real cock. It is alovely little tiny penis! So cute! I run my left hand up and down this man's body, trying to imagine what he looks like. He seems tall, muscular, trim, massively hard thighs, big hands: a very virile man with a lovely little tiny penis! My left hand plays and plays and plays with him. All along, my right hand is trying to get around Anthony's enormous bottle-sized cock, while Brian throbs deep up my ass. A fourth set of hands works on my catheter; again another syringe-load of water gets pumped into my bladder. I think my bladder cannot possibly hold any more. It is stretched and hands on my tummy knead it, making it even harder to bear. The fourth gentleman finishes the syringe, shuts off the catheter, and slip his cock into my mouth. With my darling Brian deep up my ass, my right hand around a huge cock and my left hand playing with a lovely little tiny penis, my mouth does its very best to suck this gentleman. Something strikes me -- in my total sexual confusion -- as odd. When he slides his cock out and I suck on his head, I feel a slight clinking sound. But he is in control. He must be very adept at fucking women orally because he knows exactly how and when to slide his cock all the way into my mouth almost to the point of gagging, pulling out a bit so I can catch some air, and going at it again. Before I know it, I can feel his cock down my throat! And now, with my darling Brian deep up my ass, a huge Thermos of a cock in my right hand, a lovely little tiny penis in my left, and another deep down my throat, a fifth set of hands plays with the catheter. The fifth syringe fills my bladder to its bursting limit. All five sets of hands part my legs wide, kneading my tummy, making me go crazy trying to keep up with the four cocks I am already servicing. The fifth man slides his cock into my pussy! It feels so strange. Granted, until I had met Brian, my penile experience was limited to my college boyfriend and my husband. So I really do not know all that much about cocks. But this one seems unusual. Large and thick, of course, but it seems to be sharply bent or curved. As he slides in and out of my pussy, I feel its curvature pressing hard against my G-spot -- and further in, pressing against Brian's head deep up my ass. Fantastically wild! I am servicing all five men! At once! My darling and beloved Brian deep up my ass -- where he rightfully belongs! Anthony's huge Thermos is in my right hand; with my left, I am stroking a lovely little tiny penis. Deep throated all the way in by another expert. And in my pussy: sliding in and out a very curved cock. The men increase their tempo. Harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper and kneading my distended bladder and twisting and tweaking my nipples and harder and faster and deeper... If I could have screamed, I would have awakened the cemetery... If I could have moved, I would have displaced the earth's orbit... All at once, all five men explode in unison! One of them has pulled the plug on the catheter! I feel the Amazon of all Pees rush out of my distended bladder! Three liters of my pee and gallons of their ejaculate! Brian-my-love deep up my ass, one man's deep down my throat, Thermos Anthony splashing my entire torso, the curved man deep into my pussy, and I even feel the lovely little tiny penis dribble one or two droplets in my hand! Five powerful men and one unfaithful housewife -- six massive, simultaneous orgasms! Try as I may, I cannot control my body. My mind seems to be slipping as well. Fainter and fainter and fainter... I know the men are still pulsating... I know my body is still shaking... fainter and fainter and fainter... fainter and fainter and fainter... I pass out... Brian Owns Me Ch. 04 I must have passed out or slept for at least a couple hours. When I awoke, strangely refreshed, I could not see a thing. I stirred and tried to stretch. It slowly dawned on me I was on a bed, on my side, spooning. But it wasn't with my husband. The man spooning me from behind was powerful and muscular, cradling me gently in his massive arms. I realized it was my darling Brian. His perfect, beautiful, and enormous cock was deep up my ass. Doesn't he ever lose his erection? I moaned and stirred a bit. Brian slipped off my velvet hood. It took my eyes a while to come back to reality. I blinked under the bright lights. We were in a fancy hotel room, in bed, on our sides, spooning. My body felt strangely supple. Brian kissed my neck and nibbled on my ears. He knows it drives me to sexual peaks when he does that. His voice, deep and soft, whispered, "That was quite some performance you put on, slut. My buddies were impressed. The found you very interesting and very offbeat. They even pitched in to leave you an extra $20, whore." I protested I was not a whore. Brian laughed, pulling me closer against his strong body, his cock throbbing deep up my ass. "Oh, yes you are! A cheap one at that. You get paid a fraction of what they charge at the brothel. The girls there have to earn a living. But you do it cheaper, and that's because you are a rich bitch out for a cheap lay." Again I tried to protest. But I knew better. Every time after Brian, I would find on the dresser a thick envelope with high-denomination notes in it. I would take it home, split it into six equal parts, and give each of my stepchildren their allowance. Brian insisted that I realize my stepchildren were living off their stepmother's prostitution. It was his continuing to humiliate and degrade me, long after his repeatedly raping me and sodomizing me, until our next session. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a $20 bill on the nightstand. I tried to move and Brian released his embrace. I thought could move every which way, but not really: his perfect, beautiful, and enormous cock was deep up my ass. Throbbing, still throbbing, and more throbbing deep up my ass. The lubricant had long since dried out. There was no way I could move away from Brian. It was as if my entire body was free and loose, but cemented at my ass to his cock. Throbbing, still throbbing, and more throbbing deep up my ass. I whispered hoarsely I wanted to make love again. He kissed my neck softly. Deep inside my ass, his cock was living a life of its own. Throbbing, still throbbing, and more throbbing deep up my ass. I could taste the ejaculate that had flowed down my throat hours before. My body was sticky and reeking of ejaculate. I knew it would be oozing out of my pussy. And yet, all I could think of was my beloved Brian and his perfect, beautiful, and enormous cock very deep up my ass. He whispered, "Masturbate, whore." I protested that I had never, ever masturbated in front of anyone. I protested that not even the only two men I had known before Brian -- my college boyfriend and my husband -- had ever known that I masturbated, let alone seen me touch myself. Brian took my hands in his, reached over, placed both our fingers on my nipples, waited for me to realize what he was going to do, and then pinched and twisted and squeezed and tweaked them with all his might. I screamed. I desperately tried to pull his hands away. I tried to move my torso away but his cock was deep up my ass, which was so dry it could not budge. When I thought I was going to faint again from the intense and ultimate joy of excruciating pain on my nipples, he whispered again, "Masturbate, whore. NOW." Slowly gently, I started to explore my body. Like I do when I am all alone and have the luxury of all the time in the world. Slowly, gently, softly my hands moved down my neck. It felt suddenly alive, sensitive, tight and elastic as I moved my head from side to side. My hands moved over my face, refreshing and invigorating my ears and mouth and eyes. Brian rolled us over so he was on his back and I lay atop him, my back to his chest. His powerful legs opened mine wide. I was getting mentally ready to masturbate for the very first time in view of another man. Suddenly, my hands rushed to cover my genitals and nipples in modesty. Through the connecting door came four gentlemen, all totally naked. They were in varying states of flaccidity or erection. Each had what I presumed was a high-definition video camera. All four were video recording me. Brian whispered, "Whore, these are your customers. Look at them. Smile. Above all, always keep your eyes open and look into their cameras. Keep masturbating, whore. That's what they came to watch. And to share with the rest of our navy buddies who could not be here tonight. Keep masturbating, whore." It did not take much for me to understand. These were the other four men, in addition to my beloved Brian, that had ravished me hours before. Anthony, whose cock was like a Thermos bottle; after fucking him, childbirth would be a breeze. And he never ejaculated inside a woman: always pulling out at the very end and showering her instead with quart-full of semen. There was the huge, muscular, powerful, trim man with that lovely little tiny penis that was so cute -- just like a real one, but about 2 inches long! We made eye-contact and smiled. Both he and I knew, without saying a word, how much I had enjoyed exploring him and eagerly looked forward to time alone with him, while Brian was deep up my ass. Looking around the other way, the gentleman that had proven so expertly as an oral lover had a perfectly smooth, clean shaven pube and a perfectly straight cock. The tinkling sound was a stainless steel bead pierced right at the tip of his cock, just below his pee hole. Whoever had done that really knew what an erotic effect it would have on a woman to have that bead clink on her teeth on the way in and on the way out! I could not stop staring at the gentleman that had fucked my pussy. Again, before Brian I had not seen any cocks other than my college boyfriend and my husband, so I don't know much about this. But this gentleman's cock was large, very thick, and sharply bent or curved downward. Shaped like a banana, even more curved than that, I could see how he had slipped into and out of my pussy while pressing gently against my G-spot. And once he was all the way in, how his cock head was rubbing upon Brian's through my very thin vaginal wall and into my ass! I smiled at him. He came closer so I could take a better look at his very unusual and curiously interesting cock. His pee hole was halfway down his shaft. I had never seen a man like this before. He smiled and leaned over, whispering in my ear, "Hyposapdias, sweetheart." I wanted to watch and see and learn so much more about him. Brian whispered, "Keep masturbating, whore." My hands continued to roam my body. The gentlemen were walking around the bed, watching me, video recording everything I was doing. My hands wandered down my sides to my outer thighs. It felt like my entire body was coming alive again. I moaned and felt so good. A camera came close to my mouth to get a close-up of a woman moaning in pleasure. Brian whispered, "Keep masturbating, whore. Keep your eyes wide open and look into the camera." My hands roamed my shoulders and breasts. My tiny titties suddenly felt engorged and firm. My fingers circled my breasts round and round. A camera was next to my hands. My fingers came full circle to my nipples. Hard as cherry pits and raw from the torments of before, a mere touch and they sprang up, as if wanting to jump to the ceiling. I smiled at one of the cameras, struggling to keep my eyes wide open, my fingers toying with my nipples. I knew I was too sensitive to even try to squeeze my nipples a bit. I tried. My entire body shook. My ass tightened out of its own volition. It was an involuntary contraction. But it was powerful. And Brian's huge cock throbbed even harder deep up my ass. That was nice, I thought to myself. Again, my fingers traced my tiny but engorged titties and came upon my nipples. Again, my sphincter contracted and again Brian pulsed. After the third or fourth time, all this on various cameras, I came to realize what no other woman before me has ever known: I can masturbate and in doing so, also masturbate my sweetheart Brian deep up my ass!!! The more intensely I play with myself, the more my sphincter tightens and releases. And all my rectal muscles massage Brian's perfect, beautiful, and enormous cock deep up my ass! My hands continued racing up and down my body. Brian's hands were at his side. His entire body was motionless, except for his perfect, beautiful, and enormous cock throbbing deep up my ass. I parted my legs very wide. I knew the cameras closed in for a better shot. With my knees wide apart, I moved my feet slowly up. Gently, slowly I moved up. Brian understood. He too opened his legs. My ankles were all the way up, knees fully bent, legs wide apart. My heels reached his balls, large and full and firm. With my heels I massaged and played around and toyed with his balls. I was so terribly excited. Every touch of my heels with his balls would get me so aroused that my body would shake. And in doing so, my rectal muscles massage Brian deep inside me. It was perfect! I raised my legs straight up into the air, ninety degrees. Years of yoga and I am very flexible. I drew my legs, perfectly straight, over my head. The gentlemen's cameras zoomed in as my ass showed Brian deep inside me. I could not go all the way over my head with my legs: Brian's cock was too deep inside my ass and the lubricant had long since dried up. Again and again, I played with my body and my neck and my ears and my nipples and my thighs, masturbating and in the process masturbating Brian deep up my ass. I played with my tummy. Fortunately I have maintained a slim figure and through my belly button could feel Brian's perfect, beautiful, and enormous cock throbbing deep up my ass! But I knew the time was coming. His throbbing was getting faster and harder. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, like they teach us in birthing classes. Brian calmed down a bit. I opened my legs very wide. Slowly my hands made their way down. I played with my labia, teasing and tugging and folding the labia every which way. I could sense the smell of long-ago ejaculate oozing out. I knew there were at least two cameras focusing there. I parted my labia even more, opening up for my tormentors to see. All along, another camera was video taping my mouth and eyes, staring in sexual desperation into it, like Brian had ordered. The time was coming. I felt around my labia and onto my pee hole. The catheter was still in place. I tugged on it. The cameras were video recording it from close. It was inflated inside my bladder and would not come out. I tugged some more. Again, it would not come out. I understood that is what Brian wanted. The time was almost here. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I needed to get both Brian and myself ready, physically and psychologically, for what I was about to do. Slowly, gently, deliberately, with all the time in the world, I pulled back the protective hood that jealously guards my baby clittie. My body trembled. My rectal muscles rippled and my sphincter tightened. Brian felt it and his perfect, beautiful, and enormous cock responded by throbbing very hard, deep up my ass. Again, I pulled back on the protective hood. My hands were shaking. I normally am too sensitive to do this on my own, but now I felt empowered. I gasped at how good it felt to have the cool air upon my baby clittie. I felt like it was dancing and leaping all about, jumping and throbbing and pulsating -- just like Brian's cock! And I started to play with my baby clittie. Over and over again, my fingers slid all over it. Up and down the tiny shaft, left to right, top to bottom, moving it a bit here and there! It felt so good! For a moment I slammed my legs shut and simply used my thighs to squeeze my labia. And sprung my legs wide open again. I found my baby clittie, normally so shy and tiny and reclusive all of a sudden enlarged and engorged -- almost the size of a grape! The more I played with my baby clittie, the more Brian throbbed deep inside me. Harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper, my baby clittie and his cock in unison! I sat up straight. The world froze. Time stood still. Nothing moved. I leaned over. With one hand I grabbed Brian's balls. With the other hand, I flicked my baby clittie. Brian exploded! A hydrant bursting deep inside my ass! Spurts upon spurts upon spurts of ejaculate were pumping out of his cock and deep up my ass. My own pussy was contracting and convulsing wildly. My nipples were afire. I sat wide-legged upon Brian, impaling myself on him, feeling his cock reaching up my ass and into my throat. His cock continued to ejaculate. My pussy continued contracting and convulsing wildly. I was crushing his balls with one hand and practically wanting to rip out my baby clittie with the other. I was still in the throes of my climax when Brian tossed me aside. Tossed on the bed, still orgasming, still being video recorded, lying on my side, Brian raised my leg. His hands moved expertly to my pussy, and quickly deflated the balloon. I sighed as he deftly slipped out the catheter. I could feel a small trickle of pee flow down my thigh. In the fog of my post-climax I saw the gentlemen go into the adjoining room. I heard champagne corks popping and as they closed the connecting door, the voices of younger -- and surely much tighter -- women. Jealousy filled my heart. Brian slapped my ass -- very hard and very sharply. He twisted my nipples -- very hard and very sharply. "Nice performance you put on, whore -- again." And with that, he too went into the connecting room, locking the door behind him. Insane jealousy combined with anger now filled my heart. Brian still does not understand how much I love him -- truly, deeply, passionately. It would be days before I could walk without an awkward gait after all that had been done to me. It would be a little over a week before I regained complete bladder control, going through two boxes of panty liners in the process. The bruises and hickies on my breasts and nipples took longer to heal. For the first few days, I had to find silly excuses to resist my husband's advances, and then conjured up a business trip out of town just to avoid his seeing my sexually very-abused body. My stepchildren were surprised to see they received a huge 'bonus' in their allowance. Under Brian, I have been humiliated, degraded, raped, sodomized, put on video and played over the Internet, gang-banged and abused. With Brian, I have learned to love a man for what he is to me: gentle, tender, sincere, and above all, caring: that is what Brian is to me.