7 comments/ 115060 views/ 18 favorites Mary Gets What She Wants By: Dinsmore This is not a romantic story. It is a story that includes cheating with multiple partners and an introduction to a, 'swinging' life style. It also includes bondage and discipline. It contains accounts of hard, rough sex with little, if any, 'love' and tenderness. Fucking the boss's wife was always one of my favorite pursuits. We got a new, young boss every year. As commissioned, outside sales reps, we were expected to help and guide these young bucks to the next rung on the corporate ladder. Most had sweet, young, attractive wives who were terribly lonely and frustrated with the corporate world and the lack of attention from their husbands. Most of the young managers were fucking some little tart in the office---and most of the young wives suspected, or knew. If they were young, attractive and needing affection, I was on it. I was amazed what ass holes some of these fine young women's husbands were. One actually told me that he married his wife because she gave great head---and she certainly did! More than one bragged about having the, 'perfect corporate wife'. A handful weren't worth my time. One in particular, while attractive, turned me off the second I met her. Mary was her name, and she led her husband, Carl, around by the nose. He was the most pussy whipped guy I'd ever met. She was a little brunette with big tits, and Carl was a serious tit man, often leering at busty women he saw at out customers' places of business. I often wondered if Carl even cared if they had pussies---as long as they had DDs. Mary was Southern, a Louisiana girl, whose family had money. She had met Carl in college. She had a very pretty face, dressed to the nines, liked to show some leg and frame her fine young hips in the perfect light. When it came to, 'managing' Carl, she could have given the meanest Paris Island DI a run for his money. Most of the other sales reps avoided her; some sucked up to her, scurrying to get her a drink or whatever, when she gave the order. She epitomized bitch with a capital 'B'. I was kind to Carl, felt sorry for him, didn't really respect him, but didn't mistreat him. I was at least a decade older than Carl and his young wife. Possibly my age and the demeanor developed after ten years in the Army and two tours in combat made it obvious to Mary that I wouldn't respond positively to her crap. We would chat, briefly, at company functions. One day at an office picnic, I found myself sitting alone with Mary while Carl was off fetching something. "Mary, do you beat him this badly at home, or just in public?" I inquired. I thought she was going to fall off her chair laughing; she showed no indication of being insulted by my rude question. "Mike, Carl is not exactly a self starter. He wouldn't have graduated from college without me on his ass and he wouldn't have this job if I hadn't pushed him hard. Hell, he probably wouldn't have ever gotten in my pants if I hadn't taken the initiative, and I'm sure we wouldn't have two kids by now if I hadn't fucked him to death every time I ovulated." She explained. Somewhat taken aback by her candor, I replied. "Mary, I long ago learned never to judge other people's relationships. But sometimes, I think Carl is about to come unglued, he's so tightly wrapped. I'm going to stop right there; this is none of my business and I apologize." Mary responded. "Look Mike, you obviously don't need any prodding to get up and go do what you do. You're very successful and disciplined. I respect discipline---more than you know. I had a good measure of it growing up. Carl didn't. Without a judicious use of the whip, as my granddad used to say, 'this mule won't plow', but maybe I do lay it on a little too hard in public." She continued, almost as an after thought. "So, if I was your, 'woman' you probably wouldn't take my shit would you? You'd yank my drawers down, bend me over your knee and redden my little ass until I learned some respect, wouldn't you? Maybe even cut a fresh Willow switch and raise some nice welts on my tender little fanny? As I remember from that party at your house, you've got a couple of nice Willow trees that could provide the required implement. That might be fun---for both of us." This conversation had gone in a direction I couldn't have predicted in a million years. I tried to reply coherently while crossing my legs to hide the growing boner in my pants. She was playing me. I carefully formed my response. "Mary, I'm not a guy that gets off on beating up women, but a little corporal punishment, lovingly applied, of course, can go a long way toward attitude adjustment. A little bondage as part of the correction would help drive the point home. And, if we assume that the punishment was followed by some rough---no holes barred---fucking, I'd be up for it." I calmly replied, as if we were discussing politics or the weather. "Don't lose that thought." She whispered, dragging the back of her hand over my hard dick, as Carl returned with her drink. Not long after, the picnic began to break up; I said my goodbyes to the 'hosts' and Mary shook my hand as a gracious Southern lady should and thanked me for coming to the picnic. I couldn't get our overtly sexual conversation out of my mind, but was sure it was all just banter. Carl's boss was a complete ass hole and loved nothing better than dragging his stable of young managers up to the area office at least one weekend a month. Carl would leave his young wife for another weekend the following Friday night. That Thursday, Carl had scored some tickets to a concert by one of my favorite jazz artists. I didn't have time to get a date, but one of my customers, who Carl knew, was also a big fan of this artist and Carl was actually looking forward to having him use one of the tickets. I love jazz, I love live jazz performances. I hate taking a date that doesn't appreciate the art form. I picked up the customer, who was also a really good friend, and we met Carl and Mary at the ticket window of the concert hall. Mary looked fine as she always did, but this time I was more attuned to her treasures. We went to our seats; Carl sat on the far left, the customer sat next to him, then came Mary, then came me. Carl and my customer chatted during the run up and during the breaks. Mary did most of the talking at my end of the seating. She started out by telling me how pissed she was that Carl was going to be gone all weekend---she had a lot of work for him to do in the yard. She asked me what I had planned for the weekend; I told her I might take my sail boat out, might go diving or might just hang out. "Do you want some company, or have you already got something lined up?" She boldly inquired. "What about your children?" I asked. "They're spending a week with the grandparents. I've already hired a company to come in and do the yard work---don't tell Carl---so I'm very free, and easy this weekend." She retorted. The lights went down and she, also a fan of this artist, had the decency to shut up and enjoy the music. She did, however, press her knee tightly against mine, put a hand on my arm and, on more than one occasion, graze my groin with her hand. During the intermission we all went to the lobby to get some drinks, and Carl asked me what I had planned for the weekend, while Mary was charming my customer. I told him I had settled on going out on my boat with some, ah, friends, nothing intense; we might fish if we felt like it, or maybe snorkel. He told me what I already knew; that he had to work all weekend and Mary was really pissed about it. "I know I have no right to ask, and if this is an imposition, just say no. You're the only guy in the sales force Mary can stand and I've noted that she doesn't irritate you as much as she does the other guys. Would you mind taking her out on the boat with you and your friends? I know she'd have a great time and it might get me out of Dutch." Carl begged. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. "Absolutely, Carl, not a problem at all. Do you want me to ask her, or do you want to handle that?" "I'll tell her; it might put her in a good mood for, ah, later." Carl replied. And with that, we smoothly switched talking partners. I could see, as I glanced in their direction that the little bitch was making him sell her on what she already had wanted to do. What a little operator she was. It seemed to be settled. I had told Carl not to say anything to my customer, since he was not invited on this particular outing. As we returned to out seats, she again leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Will wonders never cease." During the second half of the show she got bolder with her hand, gripping and stroking my cock through my trousers. "Cut that out." I whispered sternly. "I don't enjoy cumming in my pants, so unless you're going to pull out my cock and let me dump a load down your throat, enough!" She sweetly whispered in my ear. "Great minds think alike! A good mouth fucking every now and again is good for a girl!" And she squeezed my dick one last time. Between songs and during the applause she would invariably lean in to whisper her nasty thoughts. "I don't think Carl will ever fuck me in the ass; I'm not sure I'd let him, just yet. He thinks it's gross, but there's nothing remotely gross about my tight little hole. You want my ass, don't you Mike? You want to force me to take that big cock of yours up my tender little pooper, don't you? You want to tie me up and fuck my little ass, over and over, until I beg you to stop." And she continued. "I shave my pussy---not a cunt or ass hair anywhere. It makes Carl think he's fucking a little girl with his little dick. Will you fuck my little girl pussy with your fat cock?" And my favorite. "Oh God, I'm so fucking wet. I guess I'll have to give it up to poor little Carl tonight. Thank God I've taught him to get me off with his mouth since he's never made me cum with his little dick. I want you to have no doubt what a bad little girl I can be---how much I need to be shown some discipline, and how much I know you're the man who can make me behave and show respect." The concert ended; we said our goodbyes and headed home. My customer, still a great friend, two decades later, had not missed all of Mary's little show. "Was Carl's wife rubbing your cock through most of the second show?" He inquired. "I hope so, because if it wasn't her, it must have been you, and that's not an aspect of our relationship I would want to explore." I calmly replied. We giggled like school girls as I drove him home. I called Carl the next morning. "Carl, I've got several friends who want to go out on the boat tomorrow who are thinking of staying here, since we want to get on the water by 6:00 AM, before the crazies get tanked up and rev up their speed boats. It might be easier on Mary if she spent Friday night at my house, rather than driving over in the morning in the dark." I was single, or more accurately, divorced, with five bedrooms and four bathrooms on a lagoon, which fed out into open water. Not being permitted to make such an important decision for his wife, he put me on hold to call her. He came back on the line. "She said that sounded like a plan." Carl told me. "Hell, I can drop her off at your place on my way to the airport, if you don't mind taking her home, or if you guys have a little too much to drink Saturday after sailing, I can pick her up Sunday evening on the way home from the airport." Carl knew I never drank much the night before I sailed, but often did afterwards. He also knew I lived a swinging singles life; I often brought hot babes to company functions. He knew of my absolute obsession with tall young blonds and it never occurred to him that I might be planning to nail his little wife; she just wasn't my type---and she was a bitch. Carl dropped Mary off a little after 5:00 PM. I did, in fact have some other house guests, all hanging off the upstairs porch and waving, a fact that Mary showed some disappointment in. As Carl drove off to the airport, she expressed her disappointment. "I thought we were going to be alone." She said, with a hint of irritation. "All of these folks are very good friends and neighbors. I told Carl I had guests and I didn't want to disappoint him. Plus, I think you'll find these people delightfully depraved." I told her, leading her into the house. I continued. "Get settled in. This bedroom adjoins mine, but it will give you some closet space for your clothes. There's a pool deck on the back overlooking the lagoon. There is a sixteen foot hedge on both sides and it's high enough that the occasional fishing boat can't see in. This is a very laid back group of people. None of the girls wear tops and most shed their bottoms before the sun sets. The guys get down to Speedos or nothing. Most, if not all, will fuck and suck openly, not always with their regular partner and often in the pool, as the evening progresses. There always some girl on girl, and the occasional ménage. No one will judge you and you are welcome to dress as you want. One last thing." She was wearing a little tennis skirt with nylon panties underneath. With no further ado, I pulled up her skirt, yanked down her panties, grabbed her behind the neck, bent her over the dresser and gave her a firm slap on her delicious little ass. She cried out in surprise. "That was for getting bitchy with me the second you arrived. You're not a Southern lady here or the boss's wife. You're just a little slut who wants to take a walk on the wild side. Show the proper respect, is that clear?" I admonished. "Yes, sir!" She replied and I slapped that pretty little butt again. "That was for being a sarcastic, wise ass." I replied, and left her to get settled. Mary came down to the pool deck a few minutes later; she looked fine. She was wearing a semi transparent top which clearly accented her firm, large, young tits. Her bottom was a thong bathing suit bottom, which, revealing under the flimsy extension of her top, properly displayed her fine, firm young ass. She seemed a bit tentative at first, but on noting that she could compete with the women on the deck with no problem, she became more confident. All of the men and women on the deck were reasonably attractive; none had pot bellies or sagging butts and tits. They were a friendly group and each, in turn, reintroduced him or herself to Mary. No one had gone naked at the time, but all were wearing outfits equally revealing to the one Mary had chosen. She made the rounds, getting to know the guests and growing more comfortable as she moved around. When she got back to me, I began giving her an overview. "Mary, this turns into a fuck party, and as I told you, there tends to be a bit of swapping. Some of these folks like their privacy; they may start making out in the open, but will ultimately steal away to one of the bedrooms. Others are outright exhibitionists and get off on knowing that others are watching their carnal activities." I continued. "They're all clean, all of the men have had vasectomies and they restrict they're sexual escapades to this select little group to avoid exposure to either disease or dangerous folks. Some of the women are bi. Three-way action is not uncommon. Open oral, vaginal and anal sex usually occurs. Nobody forces anyone to do anything." I continued. "You're looking very hot tonight. If you're interested in some wild activity, you're more than welcome to participate, and I assure you that you will get lots of attention. Furthermore, there are no surprises with these folks. If someone wants to get you involved in their activity, they'll spell out what they have in mind. If you're not interested, just say so; don't be offended by their overtures; they won't be offended if you say no." I explained to her. "I never dreamed that these kind of parties actually occurred. It is kind of, ah, exciting." Mary softly replied. "I've never done anything like this before." "Have you ever made love to a woman?" I asked, very directly. "No, but I've often been curious about what it would be like." Mary indicated. "Well, that exceptionally hot little blond working her way toward you is Jenna. I have it on good authority that she is the best pussy eater in the room. She prefers women who are having their first experience. She's a fabulous kisser and very gentle with, 'newbies'. She's a bit of an exhibitionist. She would enjoy making out and fingering your moist little quim out in the open. She's not into strap-ons, but you could easily get her off with some serious cunt to cunt friction, which Jenna prefers in a king sized bed." I told her. I moved on as Jenna worked her way toward Mary. As I would check on them over the next half hour or so, it became obvious that they were getting very friendly. A few minutes before they disappeared into one of the bedrooms, I noted that they were seriously lip locked and fingering each others cunts. Mary was about to get her first taste of pussy. Tops and bottom were beginning to disappear. By the time Mary returned to the pool deck the party had settled into small groupings of two or three. There was a lot of touching and fondling going on. Over in a corner nearest the water, Marta was sucking Gary's cock while Dennie was servicing Marta's cunt and ass from behind. Jack was slowly plowing Marie from the rear, but I couldn't tell if he was taking her ass or pussy. Mary came over to me. "That was incredible. I never thought I could get that turned on with another woman. And, you were right, Jenna gives astounding head. It was all very tender but incredibly hot. The pussy to pussy was so erotic---God I loved it" Mary gushed. What a slut, I thought. "While you were gone, the group has sort of paired and 'trioed' off---as you can see. So, for the moment, you're stuck with me. I haven't been involved in any of this stuff, but as you can clearly see, I've got a raging hard-on." I told her, as she, not so coyly, reached out and stroked my boner. I reached out and grabbed one of her stiff young nipples, pinching hard enough to get a reaction without causing too much pain. I firmly pushed her down to her knees so that she would have no doubt as to what was expected. With as much sternness as I could muster, I told her what was going to occur. "I sure hope you weren't teasing when you said you liked to have your face fucked, cunt. Now be a good little bitch, open that pretty mouth as far as you can and prepare to have your throat filled." And with no further ado, I shoved my eight plus inches all the way into her mouth---and she took every inch without a whimper. As some of the others paused in their own activities to look on, I proceeded to long dick her astoundingly accommodating mouth. I grabbed her hair and proceeded to simply fuck her mouth. This was not a tender blow job, but it was what I believed she wanted and needed. I slapped her titties and, increasing my pace, began to seriously abuse her pie hole. She began to gurgle and gag and her eyes watered. This could not have been comfortable for her; on the other hand, her fingers started to work her little love button, so I sensed that she was getting off on it. "Stop playing with yourself, cunt!" I firmly instructed. "You don't cum until I want you to." And I pinched both of her rock hard little nipples firmly enough to elicit a cry. I forced her head tight against my groin and shot a massive load at the back of her throat---a load I'd been saving up for this moment for several days. She blew snot and cum out of her nose, but never spilled a drop from her mouth, which would have been difficult anyway, since I was sure her mouth was stretched to the limit. I withdrew from her mouth and pulled her up by her tits. I gave her rough, probing kiss. Mary Gets What She Wants "That was okay, slut. If I find out later that your cunt and ass hole are too loose and sloppy, I can always fuck your mouth again. Go clean yourself up, bitch. You look like some cheap back alley whore who just sold her mouth to a stranger to pay the rent. Don't you even think of playing with my cunt while you're in the bathroom!" I sternly admonished. I was pleased to see just the hint of a smile as she trotted off to the head. While I had always thought that her bold talk about wanting to be tied, spanked and corn holed was just bitch bravado, I also believed that some of it was an expression of what she wanted and needed but hadn't ever experienced. I didn't think anyone had really faced fucked her as cavalierly as I had just done and I think she was a little scared. I also knew damned well that she had gotten off on it. With the open sex by strangers, bi experience and a nasty mouth fucking, Mary had already gotten far more than I think she had bargained for. So far, it had been fun and she had gotten off, but the evening was young. She returned from the bathroom with that arrogant little bitch smile that said, 'you can't shock me, I'm a big girl'. That was bull shit, and I knew it. I grabbed her firmly by the arm and tugged her over near the railing. Claire was down on her knees blowing Rod. I interrupted her excellent oral work and softly caressed Claire's obscenely wide open ass crack, running a finger over her crinkle. "Mary's going to rim your fine ass and tongue fuck your dirty hole while you service Rod, any problem with that?" Both nodded to indicate that they absolute had no objections. "Mary, Claire loves to have her ass hole rimmed and tongue fucked." Pushing her to her knees and forcing her head toward Claire's ass, I instructed. "Now get to work, bitch. Get your tongue in that stinky hole." For just a second, I thought she was going to tell me to fuck off. I sensed that she was the kind of girl that loved to have her own ass slobbered, but had never done it to another person. But, once again, I was pleasantly surprised. I knelt down to Claire's side in a position in which I could easily work Claire's dripping little pussy with one hand while probing Mary's anus with a finger from the other hand. I took some of Claire's slipperiness and lubed the middle finger of my right hand and slowly rammed it up Marry tight little hole. The invasion of her darkest hole took her by surprise, but as I finger fucked her bung, she started to move her ass in rhythm with my digital probing. The combination of Claire's excellent oral ministrations, combined with the visual of another woman eating Claire's poop shoot, while I slowly finger fucked, his wife's hot pussy, brought Rod to a crashing orgasm sooner than he expected. Likewise, my finger work on Claire's snatch combined with the vigorous anal tongue fucking Mary was providing brought Claire off. Mary sat back on her haunches, looking proud of her self. "Thanks, guys." Rod and Claire said in unison. "That was really hot. You want to get together, the four of us, later?" "Maybe." I responded. Grabbing Mary by the back of the neck and pushing her to her knees I delivered a firm, no nonsense slap to her perfect little rear. "But this cocky little bitch still has a lot to learn about respect, so I may be busy providing the required instruction." Rod and Claire smiled knowingly. "We'd really enjoy watching you discipline the little cunt." "That sounds like a plan." I replied. "I'll find you guys when the time is right. "Claire, maybe you might even want to help me straighten her out?" Claire's hand moved down to her pussy. "I'd like that." She responded, grinning from ear to ear. "But as I recall, you're a 'master' when it comes to administering needed discipline." Mary was beginning to sense that she was in for a long and rough night. While I sensed a moment of fear at the prospect of others watching and helping in her punishment, I also sensed clear erotic excitement at what was ahead for her. "Let's go bitch." I said, jerking her to her feet. "Tell me the truth. That was the first ass hole you ever licked and you fucking loved it, you filthy little anal slut, didn't you? I bet you love having your own butt hole licked, but thought licking someone else's was beneath you, didn't you?" "I liked it. It was nasty, and no I've never done that before." She seriously replied. "You also liked my finger up your butt, didn't you? Don't lie to me. You're all talk when it comes to taking it in the ass, you've never done it, never given up that precious little private hole of yours, have you? You know that is going to change directly. I ought to introduce you to Max, over there in the hot tub, the good looking black guy. He likes nothing better than taking a white, virgin anal canal. On second thought, your ass is mine, after I get it to the proper shade of red. You're going to get fucked and sucked by my friends, but none of them takes your ass---at least not the first time. After I break it in, I'll share. Kay, over there, taking it up the butt in the pool, likes to fuck young girls in the ass and she's got the biggest strap-on I've ever seen. If I let her take you first, your ass wouldn't be any good to me." I was laying it on pretty thick. "You're right on all counts, sir." She meekly responded, more cowed by what was in her immediate future than I had expected. I led her over to a place with some firm, but reasonably soft mats and, again, pushed her down on her knees. I resumed the act. "Assume the position, cunt. Head down, butt in the air. Spread your knees so everyone can se your nasty little pussy and ass hole." She complied instantly. "Don't move, don't look around, I'll be back in a few minutes with a special treat for you." I took my time, leaving her for almost ten minutes, submissively displayed to all of the other guests. I headed in Max's direction. "Max, I need a little help. As you can see, Mary is in your favorite position and ready for a hard fucking. I know what you like, but keep that big cock of yours out of her ass---although a finger or two or three would be just peachy." I instructed. "I'm on it." He replied, as he extracted his tall, muscled, ebony body from the hot tub. I had sensed that Mary was a bit of a bigot, one of those Southern ladies that secretly dreams of some long, hard black dick in her cunt, but wouldn't think of acting on it. If she had a little racist streak, being fucked by a black man in front of strangers would humiliate her. On the other hand I knew that Max could fuck her long and hard and it would be impossible for her not to get off. Max had a cock that would make a porn star proud. We used to kid him about the potential for an alternate career. I watched him give her a perfunctory tongue job from ass to pussy followed in short order by the insertion of his massive tool in her steamy little box. Max rode Mary for close to half an hour. Her pussy would be loose and sore; I wasn't that interested in her pussy anyway, which was good, since it wouldn't be very usable after Max was done. Natalie, twenty-three, had once been my baby sitter. She was a tall blond with great tits and a sculpted ass. I'd admired her at 14, but never nailed her. She had gone off to college, come back, taken a job with a corporation near by and was renting a bungalow a couple of doors down. She'd always had the hots for me as a little girl; within 24 hours of becoming one of my neighbors, she stopped buy to borrow a cup of sugar and went home with a mouth full of cum. I wanted---needed---her exceptionally tight, young, blond pussy. We chatted for a few minutes. I gave her the run down on Mary and why she was here. "Do you want to fuck me?" She asked, almost innocently. "I'd rather fuck you than any other woman here." I replied. "As I recall you're not quite the exhibitionist some of the other folks are. Do you want to go to my bedroom?" "I've never fucked in the open, but with you, I'm up for it." She calmly responded. "Let's go over there where Max is banging her and fuck right under her nose." And off we went. I loved fucking Natalie. She had an incredibly innocent, little girl look, but fucked like a minx. She talked, she moved, she wiggled, she moaned---she was the best fuck in the place and I had fucked all of the other women there at one time or another. For her first public fuck, she put on an award winning show. She had the most perfect body of any of the other women; she was tall, all blond, had large, perfectly formed, natural tits and a killer ass. She could have made millions posing nude. Her body had a fluid movement and she gave every bit of herself when being fucked. At this point, she'd fooled around with one or two of the other women at other gatherings, but really came to be with me and would often spend the night. I was old enough to be her dad, and just loved her to death; if we'd been closer in age I would have married the girl. We got down to business. It was more making love than fucking, but it was torrid and hot. She loved to have her tits fucked so we started at that end. Then she got up on her knees, spreading her ass inches from Mary's nose and sucked my cock. She moved her ass back until it was literally in Mary's face. "Eat Natalie's ass, bitch." I told Mary; she did as she was told. If Natalie were the only woman I was going to have sex with, generally she'd blow me, I'd eat her, then I'd take her pussy. Then we'd lick butts and end with a front to front ass fuck. This was going to be a one cum session, and her pussy was the youngest, hottest, tightest one around; I wanted her pussy. We ended up facing each other, her knees pressed up against her chest as I rammed her pussy in slow, even, deep strokes. Meanwhile, Mary was being brutally banged from behind by a big black man. I came inside Natalie's tight little quim and she and I continued to lovingly kiss and caress as lovers would do. It's the way lovers should make love---it was more than fucking. God, I loved Natalie. If I'd asked her to marry me, she would have said yes. I thought she would someday fall in love with a nice guy her own age, at least I hoped so. "I love making love with you." Natalie said, loud enough for Mary to hear. "Doing it with an audience was very special. You're the only man that's going to get any tonight, but I may need to explore my bi side and suck a little pussy." She smiled and we both laughed. As we got up to walk away, Natalie couldn't resist adding to Mary's humiliation. Standing directly over Mary's head, legs spread, my cum dripping from her pussy and landing in Mary's hair, she asked Max a question. "Max, aren't you done with that sloppy cunt yet? You're going to wear it out---it if wasn't already worn out." Natalie said, and reached down to finger Mary's ass. "That's still tight, though. But it won't be for long." Max finally shot his load into Mary's now, well rubbed pussy, collapsing on top of her. I walked away from them to get another drink, hand in hand with Natalie. A few minutes later, Mary found her way to me by the bar, as Natalie moved off to find some cunt to suck on. "How'd you like your first bit of black cock, Mary?" She was obviously sore. "His dick is huge! I've never seen, or felt one that long! I thought he would never cum. I've never been, fucked like that before, and certainly never by a black man, but I could get used to it." She smiled, still cocky. The crowd was thinning. Some had trundled home for more sex. Others had moved to one of the five bedrooms. It was time to take Mary to the, 'playroom' for the essence of her, 'training'. "Come on, bitch. I promised you a bright red, welted ass, so it's time to deliver." I said. I pushed her toward the playroom.. I had no idea where the remains of her cute little outfit were, and didn't really care. "Before we get into this, a safety word, the name of the company Carl and I both work for. Everyone at the party knows it---uses the same word. If anyone goes too far and you get really scared, use it. I won't leave any permanent marks on you, and I certainly won't hit your face. I'm going to whip your arrogant little ass, but I'll be using something that never draws blood---but stings like hell. I'm going to cause you pain, because you want me to and you need it. You're going to be bound. I'll put clamps on your tits, labia and clit. I'll violate all of your orifices with objects and my cock. I've done this before, and you'll never be in danger. Tell me now if there is anything off limits." I instructed her, and she meekly shook her head. In the playroom, I got to work quickly. I trussed her like a Thanksgiving Turkey, bound her large young breasts tightly with special leather binders, inserted the obligatory ball gag in her mouth and applied the promised clamps to her vitals. I attached a leather harness around her hips which held a vaginal and anal probe in place. I put a harness around her middle and under her arms. I placed a, just tight enough to scare, spiked collar around her neck. I attached the harness to a pulley already attached to a large eye-bolt in the ceiling and pulled her feet just off the ground. I attached the harness around her hips to a second pulley, so that, using the two pulleys, I could bend her body, suspended in air to the best advantage. Lastly, I put a blind fold over her eyes. This was way more intricate than she expected, and for a moment, I thought she was going to chicken out. I raised the second pulley, lowering the one on her upper body, so that her head was just slightly lower than her ass. She whimpered. I grabbed the special whip I had procured and laid six hard, fast assaults on her tender young ass. She cried out through the ball gag, wiggled and squirmed and tried to escape the beating. Her eyes filled with tears from the combination of the pain and humiliation. I called her every degrading name I could come up with, and then left the room. Several couples were taking a break from fucking, grabbing something to eat and drink and lounging in the hot tub area. I quickly told them the scenario and asked if any of them were interested in watching or participating. Three women and two men followed me back to the bedroom. I removed Mary's blindfold. She was shocked to see a crowd. One of the women, seriously bi, with noted dyke domination tendencies, got into the act first. No stranger to the harness and pulleys, she stood Mary up, removed the ball gag, the tittie clamps and the vaginal probe and began seriously kissing and nipping Mary's mouth while roughly fingered her cunt hole and pinched her nipples. "She likes it rough, guys! This pussy is dripping!" The girl, Carla, exclaimed. Another woman, Beth, was removing the anal probe and equally roughly fingering Mary's ass hole with three fingers. Mary was obviously uncomfortable, but equally obviously, aroused. Rod came over to join in the fun. "Let me get a crack at that mouth." He requested. Carla lowered Mary's upper body to dick height. Rod forced her mouth open and began a slow but deep mouth screw, as Carla and Beth continued to probe and invade Mary's ass and pussy. One, I don't remember which one, picked up the whip and gave Mary several swift swats on her ass and hanging tits. I decided to up the ante. "Okay folks. There are rules. No marks, no hitting her face, no blood, no injury. She knows the safety word. Keep her hobbled and tied if you decide to take her down and play with her so she can't escape. I don't care if she screams, since you're my neighbors and you're the only people that could complain. Finally, no one dicks her ass; her ass is mine, but you can do about anything else to that ass you want to, and you're free to fuck her cunt and mouth as often as you like. I'm going in the other room and catch some sleep. I'll be back when I wake up." I instructed, as I turned and exited the room, hearing Mary's protests as I walked to the den to, as I had said, get some sleep. I slept for over two hours, got up, and took a leisurely shower. The group had tired of abusing Mary. Clare was the only one remaining, having stayed to ensure that no harm came to her. Mary's body was plastered with cum, and it looked and smelled as if she'd had at least one golden shower, and her ass showed signs of having been subjected to some enema action. They'd taken her down, laid her on the floor, removed the clamps and the harnesses and covered her with a blanket. Her hands and feet were loosely, but effectively bound. Mary was asleep. Claire spoke first. "You're probably going to want to drag the little bitch in the shower, she's sticky and stinky. For a while I thought we'd gone too far; it was more humiliating than any scene like this I've ever been involved in. Beth got into wacking her ass pretty hard, and George fucked her mouth while I got underneath and ate her. After everything we did, she came like a virgin and smiled as George's dick stretched her mouth to the limit. The little sicko loved it. Enjoy her ass. It's the only hole left that hasn't been stretched out of shape, but it's more than ready." Claire kissed me and departed. I untied Mary, picked her up, and carried her to the shower; she was a mess. As I propped he up on the shower seat in the corner, she woke up and hugged me. I took the hand unit and washed her carefully, to include washing her hair. I took the low pressure hose and cleaned out her sticky cunt. Her ass hole seemed okay. Her butt cheeks had raised welts on them, but no broken skin. I sat her on the bench in front of the mirror and quickly dried her hair with the blow dryer. When her hair was dry, I carefully picked her up and deposited her in my bed. I'd pretty much decided that she had endured enough for one night. "I think you're done for the night, bitch." I said with a smile. She lifted her head and we softly kissed. She responded. "I was promised an ass fuck and I'm not going to sleep without one. Now take your bitch's virgin ass like you promised. I've been a very bad little girl. I came, a lot, without your permission. Make me your anal slut; fill the only tight hole I have left." Without a lot of preliminaries, I pushed a foam pillow under her abused, but still delightful little ass and started to finger her stinky hole. Someone had been nice enough to get it ready for me; it was well lubed. When I knew she was ready, I popped the head of my well rested cock past her anal ring, and then proceeded to fill her anal cavity with cock with a slow but persistent thrust. She took all eight plus inches without a whimper. I started a slow, steady pace, going balls deep on every stroke. "Fuck that nasty bitch's ass. Make me your woman and only your woman. I'm your little anal slut. My ass is yours and only yours." She crooned moving her hips in small circles in time with my stroke. "Play with your cunt, bitch. Finger fuck that well used pussy. Show me what a dirty little girl you are." I instructed. "Your dirty little girl, your anal whore, your compliant, nasty fucked up little bitch. Your cock is so deep in my ass hole. I love being fucked in the ass by you. I need it, I want it. Is my virgin ass tight enough for you? Do you enjoy forcing that big prick up my pooper? Are you going to cum in my ass? Are you going to make me clean my own shit off your cock---I hope so!" She intoned. Very quickly, I came in that hot, buttery, tight little cherry butt. In case she had second thoughts, I pulled my dick from her ass and shoved it into her waiting mouth and she cleaned it like a pro. We fell asleep, both too fucked out to go another round until morning. At dawn, I woke her with cock. I made love to her, slow, tender, but also hard, deep and long. I pressed her down into the mattress, pinning her arms over her head and just fucked her, holding off for close to 30 minutes, wanting her to remember this fuck for the rest of her life. She came several times; finally I dumped a load as close to her womb as possible. To her surprise, I licked my own cum from her pussy and made her cum one more time. Mary Gets What She Wants We both got up a while later, donning minimum clothing. Some folks had gone home, but several remained, and like good, dutiful, house guests, had made coffee and breakfast. All of them came over and gave her a hug and a tender kiss. This was pretty much the same group that had fucked her up the night before. "It's just sex, baby, getting off., nothing personal, but you took it like a trouper." Claire said. And somehow, Mary seemed very satisfied to have been accepted by my depraved circle of friends. I started to chat with Mary. "Mary you're not a classic sub, but far more likely a dom who just gets off on pain and humiliation, but in your heart, I really think you want to be holding that whip. I've only met one other woman like you; she'd submit to all sorts of abuse, and get off on it, but then would want to take the whip and get some payback." I continued. "Now maybe I'm wrong, and I'm not a marriage counselor, but maybe you and Carl need to add some S&M to your bedroom---or get some damned help! Neither of you strike me as completely happy with your sex life---or you wouldn't be here, and since you've just cheated with who knows how many people, you must know that Carl is fucking that little administrative assistant, Pam. Now I've fucked Pam, once, and she's nothing special. She can't suck cock worth a damned and wouldn't let me near her ass. She's pretty in bed and her pussy is nice and tight, and she moves a little, but, from my perspective, it wasn't worth a second shot." I continued. "I just fucked you in both your pussy and your ass and you are one fine little fuck. If I were married to you, and we fucked like that every day, you wouldn't catch me near Pam's little twat. Maybe, just maybe, if you and Carl could get all that bitchiness and repressed anger out at home, you'd both be easier to live with. What do you think?" Mary responded. "You're very perceptive. What I liked about the abuse was knowing I couldn't be broken, knowing I could take it, but I did get off on it---I came until I almost passed out. You're also right, I want to inflict some damage and I could really get off on it. I don't sense that you're the kind of man who would let me do it to you." She went on. "Bluntly, I've never been so completely owned and dominated by any man. You'll own me for the rest of my life. I'd probably blow you in front of Carl if you ordered me to. When all is said and done, the most satisfying, the most sublime part of the last twelve hours was being completely and absolutely dominated---possessed---by you. I loved everything you did to me, everything you made me do, but this morning, when you pinned me to the bed and pressed your body against mine---trapped me underneath you so that I couldn't escape---I had the most amazing and satisfying string of orgasms I've ever had in my life. I just don't think Carl could ever take me the way you did. I do love the guy, in spite of his faults. I think I bust his balls hoping he'll get angry and show a little more authority." I wasn't finished giving my speech "You guys need to talk or you'll be in divorce court, and that sucks for two young children. Before you leave, I'm going to give you a card from a friend of mine. He's a top notch marriage and sex therapist. His methods are a little unorthodox, but he gets results. You won't have any trouble getting Carl to go, he does what you tell him to do, plus he knows it's not working." I went on. "If I find out that you told Carl about Pam, or if you try to get her in trouble, I'll share your night's romp with him. Let me say one last thing. We're going to go sailing. I'll be glad to drive you home, if you don't want to stay. Tonight won't be a repeat of last night. The boat trip is a couples kind of thing. There will certainly be some fucking and sucking, but nothing too weird. You're welcome to stay and I'd like you to stay. You're an attractive girl and I enjoyed fucking you. I'd enjoy fucking you some more, in whichever orifice you prefer. No whips and chains, just some nice friendly sport fucking---if you're not too sore." I finished my speech. "I love sailing." She replied with a smile. "And I'm sure that after a couple of Advil and a few hours rest, all of my orifices will be ready for your cock. But I was sort of hoping, at least once, as you're fucking my cunt or ass from behind that you'd do a girl a favor and give my cheeks a good slapping. I also don't think my mouth can take a serious fucking, but I actually give great head and would like nothing better than swallowing a big load of your sweet, sticky cum." She said, stroking my dick as she spoke. I responded. "We're leaving in half and hour, so including a quick shower, there's more than enough time for you to prove that you aren't overstating your oral prowess." And with that comment, I led her back to the bedroom. "Blow me bitch. Prove that mouth of yours is worthy of having my cock in it." I told her. And she did, leaving absolutely no doubt that she was absolutely a first class cock sucker who thoroughly enjoyed her work. "That's how I keep Carl in line." She coolly stated. "I bust his balls, but always dangle the carrot of a blow job from the best cock sucker he's ever known. If I don't blow him for two days, he'll do anything I want to get his dick in my mouth. That's how I got him to propose." And with that, she softly took my balls in her mouth and lovingly caressed then with her tongue. "You are one nasty, ball busting bitch, Mary." I replied. "You're right." She said. "But for the rest of the weekend, I just want to be your little ball sucking bitch. Take me any way and any time you want me. I'll never forget your cock---but I damned sure don't want you to ever forget my mouth, cunt and ass." I took Mary at her word, taking her pussy and ass on separate occasions on the boat, once as the other couples, involved in their own exploits, couldn't help but enjoy the show. When we returned home with our catch, she blew me, submissively, on her knees in the shower, after which I ate her steamy cunt and fingered her slick little pooper. We had dinner and after dinner drinks, and the other couples began to drift off to their own homes. Mary and I were soon naked in the hot tub again; I bent her over the edge, taking her hard and fast from the rear, slapping that full ass of hers until it regained it crimson hue. We drifted back to the bedroom and quickly fell asleep, so exhausted that we didn't awake until dawn. I took her ass, again, as the sun rose. No guests were present on Sunday. Carl would arrive to pick her up around 6:00 PM. We stayed naked all day. She started to dress and I told her not to. She did as she was told. We fucked over and over, basically every time my dick got hard. Mary was an expert at getting a man's dick hard. Just before we decided to clean up in preparation for Carl's arrival, I took her ass for one last time. Mary had Carl at the sex therapist the very next week. It became obvious that Carl was less tense and more relaxed at work. I saw Mary several times; she still had Carl wrapped around her little finger, but seemed to have become a little softer and avoided publicly humiliating him. I would never invite them to one of my depraved parties as a couple; I didn't want my boss to know that much about my private life. It was unlikely that she would share her experiences with him. About a month later, again at a company party, Mary and I got a chance for a private chat. I opened the conversation by noting that thing seemed much better between them. "Things are much better." she replied. "Carl's become a real tiger in the bedroom, I actually think his dick has grown and gotten harder," She laughed. "I rimmed him the other night, tongued his dirty hole, jerked his cock and he came in buckets. Last night, for the first time, I got him to reciprocate and, this time he really got off on it. I know he wants to fuck my ass, but I'm saving it until I need to use it." She coolly continued. "The problem is, I kind of miss getting my ass fucked. You bastard, you got me into anal, and now you're not there to stuff my pooper full of cock. 'Got any plans this weekend? Carl has to go out of town." "Maybe Carl could drop you off on the way to the airport. Do you want me to invite friends over, or keep it private?" I asked innocently. "Just you lover and that magnificent, fat, long, hard cock up my tight little ass---or anywhere else you want to put it." She stated. Carl ended up going out of town on a weekend about once a month for the rest of his year in the job. He'd often drop her off at my place to go sailing, if they could make arrangements for the kids with the grand parents---and we usually did find time to sail, but not always.