0 comments/ 175167 views/ 54 favorites Michelle Ch. 01 By: NiteWriter Michelle Ch. 1 - Public Humiliation This is a multi-part story of a middle-aged lady named Michelle. She's a classy respectable wife and mother who becomes involved with her new manager. She finds out how very dominant he is and ends up as his submissive slut accepting anything he wishes to do to her regardless of how extreme. * * * Michelle's story starts where she works. She's been employed as a secretary for a large company in the city for quite some time. Michelle is a very attractive lady in her forties. She's married but her husband spends little time giving her any attention. Often times she's wondered how she wound up in such a loveless marriage. She considered herself lucky if her husband made love to her once a month. And even then he never satisfied her. But she couldn't get herself to leave him. She thought it would seem like her fault and that she would lose respect from the whole family. So she stayed and hoped that someday, maybe things would change. But unfortunately, the years went by and her frustration grew. At work Michelle's manager had just retired and the new boss was starting today. He was being transferred in from another division. When he walked in to his office Michelle noticed that he was much younger than she was. He was good looking, very muscular, and when he said "good morning" she knew from his tone that he had a dominant personality. She was curious about her new boss and called a girl that had worked for him at the other division. Michelle became intrigued hearing what she had to say. His name was Peter and he was thirty-five years old. She discovered from the girl that at his previous division he had a reputation as a womanizer. She went on to say that she had been told that he had a fetish for ladies wearing sexy lingerie and high-heeled shoes. She even told Michelle that one girl from the office knew that he was into bondage and discipline and also S&M. As Michelle listened she was getting chills hearing about him. When she hung up the phone she actually felt a bit aroused. She imagined what it would be like having someone like him. Instead of her current marriage that was so unfulfilling, what could it be like having a man wanting her and dominating her. Despite the age difference between them, Michelle began to fantasize about being with him and imagining that she was his mistress. She daydreamed as to what he would have her wear and what he might do to her. Thoughts were flooding her mind all day long. She recalled the girl saying "bondage" and "S&M." That sounded scary. She never did anything out of the ordinary with her husband. It was always the usual colorless sex. And that made her crave more sexual satisfaction, but didn't know how to obtain it. As a result, Michelle fantasized about the possibilities of giving herself to a man that could satisfy her. She and her husband are a simple middle class family. They live in a very nice house in an exclusive suburb. They both drive good cars and dress well. Her husband is a successful businessman but at home he is a very weak person. He has never dominated Michelle. He has very little interest in sex and has only ever made love to her in the missionary position. Over the years that left Michelle sexually naive. She has never even gone down on a man before and has never had anal sex. Michelle is the perfect model wife and mother. She has always been a very respectable lady and dressed and acted quite accordingly. As the first few days passed Michelle was constantly thinking about Peter. She became more and more excited by her thoughts and began to flirt with him attempting to get him to notice her. She began to wear shorter, tighter and more revealing outfits to work. Her husband noticed the change in the way she was dressing but never mentioned anything about it. At the end of the week on Friday Peter asked Michelle if she would like to have a drink after work. She nervously accepted. The remainder of the day Michelle anticipated the evening wondering what she would say to him and what he thought of her. Finally after work they were together at a local bar seated at a secluded table. At first it was just idle conversation about his transfer and what he hoped to accomplish in this division. He asked for Michelle's assistance getting to know everyone in the office. But then his questions turned to her. He wanted to know more about her. By the time they finished their second drink Michelle was talking freely about her personal life. Part of it was her wanting him to like her and part was her inner feelings coming out. She spoke about her unhappy unsatisfying marriage. Remembering his fetishes she teased him by saying that her husband is very weak and never dominates her. She told Peter that she had tried to excite her husband by dressing up in sexy clothing for him but he didn't like it. Of course he picked up on her lead saying that he would love to take her out for dinner one night and cheer her up, but that it would not be right to have dinner with a married lady. Michelle assured him that if he did ask her out, that she would never tell her husband. He smiled and responded, "excuse me for saying, but your husband doesn't know what he has." "You're a very sexy lady." On Monday morning Michelle's head was still spinning. All she could think about all weekend was Peter saying to her, "you're a very sexy lady." She re-played that remark over and over in her mind. Later that week on Thursday, Peter called Michelle into his office and asked if she would accompany him to dinner with some of their clients the following night. She eagerly accepted. "What should I wear," she asked? Peter replied, "I realize that you're a little older than me, but I find you very attractive and sexy." "I want you to dress that way; very sexy." He suggested that a nice short dress would be appropriate. "You're such a pretty lady." "I'd like to show you off." For the rest of the day Michelle felt like she was on a pedestal. Her boss thought she was pretty. He thought she was sexy. She remembered that he had a reputation and that he was a dominant man. But this was like a dream come true despite the fact that he might be just using her. For once in her life she felt alive and like a sexy woman. Right after work Michelle went shopping for the sexiest lingerie that she could find. She asked the girls at the shop what they thought of the clothes she had picked out. She inquired as to what she should wear to make men take notice of her. What would make her the sexiest? With their help she bought a few short skirts and a couple tight blouses. One of them was very low cut and the other was almost see-through. She bought skimpy panties and a few new bras, of which one was a tiny push-up bra that would expose her nipples completely. She also bought a pair of 6-inch stilettos. The clerk told her that if she wanted men to notice, then wear that bra with the see-through blouse. Michelle wondered if she could possibly have the nerve to follow that suggestion and wear that in public. Then she went to the beauty parlor and had her hair done, her bikini line waxed to a tiny little strip and her fingernails done. When she got home she went into the bedroom while her husband watched TV. She tried on her new wardrobe trying to decide what to wear tomorrow night. The next day seemed to last forever. Peter stopped at Michelle's desk a couple times asking, "you're going to be real sexy tonight, right?" Michelle smiled each time replying, "I have something special just for tonight." She knew she had to do it. She had to wear that bra and blouse like the store clerk suggested. That would certainly please Peter, she thought. That would show him how much she wanted to be sexy for him. That night Michelle dressed for the dinner meeting. After showering she put on her new lingerie. She chose a pair of black seamed stockings held up by a very sexy black leather garter belt. She slipped on a pair of black g-string panties that was nothing more than a tiny piece of elastic with a small patch of lace covering her pussy. And she decided on that new very low cut black laced bra that exposed her nipples. She then picked out her shortest black skirt and her new six-inch stiletto heels. Looking in the mirror she could see that the skirt was so short that her stocking tops were showing and it was so tight that the lines of her garter belt was visible. She told her husband that she was going out with some girls from the office. As she walked to the front door she felt the adrenaline flowing inside her body. In front of her husband, his respectable wife was wearing her new six-inch stilettos. He couldn't help but notice the short skirt that was half way up her thighs exposing the tops of her black nylon stockings. If she hadn't been deliberately wearing a light shawl he also would have seen through the flimsy blouse she was wearing and noticed her nipples poking out above that skimpy laced bra. She opened the door and out she went. She felt so embarrassed that she couldn't deal with a comment from him, not now anyway. As it was, she didn't think he believed that she was going out with the girls. She would deal with him later when she got home. Right now she was having a hard enough time dealing with her own emotions. She was a respectable housewife and had raised two children. It was a good thing they were both married and weren't home to see their mother now. She looked like a slut. She felt like one too. But she needed to please Peter. He thought she was sexy and nothing was going to stop her from enjoying that feeling, even if she had to lower her morals a bit to please him. She walked to the street where the taxi she had arranged was waiting. At the restaurant she met her manager in the bar. Peter was quite surprised and impressed, especially when Michelle removed her shawl and he saw her nipples beneath the see-through blouse. "Very nice," he commented. After a couple minutes of chat two men joined them. They were the clients Peter had spoken about. The two men were about the same age as Peter. Michelle was feeling a bit out of place being the oldest of the group and having never met these guys before. The restaurant hostess called that their table was ready. As the four were seated one of the clients commented to Peter, "so this is your secretary, huh?" "She sure is a sexy thing." "Yes I know," Peter replied. Once seated at the table, Michelle noticed one of the clients looking at her chest to see her nipples. He commented, "forgive me if I stare, but those look great." The other client agreed. "Yeah honey, you've got a great set there." You must like showing them off." Michelle was feeling flushed as the blood rushed through her body. She had never done anything like this before. She felt like she was on display as a slut hoping to be picked up. While the men were commenting on Michelle's breasts, Peter reached under the table and placed his hand on her leg. Then he pushed her skirt up higher, almost to her waist. Michelle looked around at the other guests in the restaurant. Some of them, both men and women, were occasionally staring over at her. She felt so embarrassed. Her legs were exposed nearly all the way to her waist. The tops of her stockings could easily be seen as well as the straps to her garters. And she knew they could see what little there was of her panties. She thought of what this looked like to others. Even though she was a respectable housewife, she was allowing herself to be put on display like a cheap whore. She was certain that everyone in the restaurant saw only one thing, that there were three businessmen dressed in suits at a table with a lady dressed like a whore exposing her nipples and showing off her legs. Despite the humiliating situation it was actually arousing. She had never received so much attention before. These men loved her body and that made her feel so wanted. Halfway through dinner one of the clients noticed all the stares at Michelle. "Looks like your secretary is getting noticed quite a it," he commented to Peter. Peter responded, "she likes showing herself off, don't you Michelle?" This was the most embarrassing night of her life. She was in a public place with half of her body exposed, or nearly exposed, and her new boss was humiliating her in front of his clients. She had never dressed like this before in her life. Now her boss was waiting for an answer that she liked doing this. These other men were going to think that she enjoys dressing like a slut. They probably already thought that she was Peter's mistress. Michelle stared into her plate and answered what Peter expected, "yes I do." When Michelle glanced back up she noticed one of the clients mouthing a question to Peter. Obviously it was a question not for Michelle to hear. But she did make out two words formed by his lips - "fuck her." Peter smiled and then reached to Michelle and stroked her arm while answering his client's unspoken remark. "I just met Michelle last week when I was transferred here." But maybe tonight." Michelle felt frozen to the seat. She couldn't look back up again. Her boss was talking about fucking her tonight. Is this what she wanted? Was all the flirting she did last week and dressing tonight as he wanted going to result in being her manager's slut? Michelle didn't know what to do. Her mind was wandering. Her daydreaming and embarrassment was broken when she realized Peter was asking a question. "What's the matter Michelle?" "Are we making you uncomfortable?" "No, I'm okay," she replied smiling. That was a lie of course. She was extremely embarrassed in front of these two strangers even though they were clients of Peter. "You know my friends think you're pretty sexy." "And I'm glad you like to show off your body." "Does it get you turned on having your dress pushed all the way up like that?" Michelle glanced down remembering her stocking clad legs were completely exposed. She didn't answer but for some crazy reason she was becoming more and more aroused. Her pussy was wet. "Is your pussy wet, Michelle?" Peter asked. 'How did he know that,' she thought? Peter looked across the table at the two men and then back to Michelle. "Well is it," he asked again? Michelle just shook her head that it was. "Rub it Michelle." "Rub your pussy." "Show us how wet you are." The shock of his request nearly made Michelle faint as the adrenaline rushed through her head just from hearing what he wanted her to do. "HERE!!!" She replied. "There's people right behind me." Michelle was seated with her back to the restaurant patrons. Since they were seated in the back no else could see her face except the three men at the table. "Yes Michelle, here." "Put your hand between your legs and stick a finger in. The two men were squirming in their seats. "Are you really going to make her do it," they asked? "Sure," Peter replied. "She dresses like a slut, so let's see if she can act like one. Michelle glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Then she slipped her hand between her legs and a moment later pulled it out glistening with her own cunt juice. "I guess you are wet," Peter commented. Michelle was hoping no one else saw what she did. "Why don't you finished the job," Peter instructed. Michelle looked at him a bit puzzled. "Put your fingers back. "We want to watch you masturbate." Michelle looked at Peter, pleading with her eyes and mouthing the words silently... "Oh no,... please!!! Peter stared right back at Michelle replying. "DO IT!!!" Michelle's hand went back between her legs. Her skirt was so high it was easy to slip her finger inside her skimpy panties and play with herself. She looked down at the table feeling completely disgraced because of what she was being made to do in public. She began rubbing her clit hoping to get this over as quick as possible. "Don't look down," Peter whispered in a strong tone. "Look at us." "Right in our eyes." We want to see the slut deep inside you trying to get out." Michelle looked up at the men and began breathing a little faster. "That's it, rub it harder." "C'mon Michelle." "Cum for us." "We want to see you orgasm right here." Earlier in the evening Michelle thought she was so embarrassed being dressed like she was. And then all their questions and comments were so humiliating. But this was beyond her wildest imagination. She was in a public restaurant masturbating for three men as they watched. She tried to conceal her movements as much as possible so she wouldn't draw any attention from the other tables. Her eyes dropped down again. "MICHELLE!!!" It was Peter's voice whispering, only louder. "I said look at us." "We want to see what a slut looks like when she cums." "Now c'mon.. fuck that cunt faster." Michelle began furiously rubbing her clit. She was so close. Does it feel good, Michelle," Peter asked? She nodded... "Is your clit real hard," he questioned more? Michelle blurted out in a deep sigh, "yessss...... Oh God Yessss...." She could feel her orgasm building. She was looking right into the eyes of the three men. This was so embarrassing. They were watching and she was performing like a slut for them. "C'mon Michelle... cum for us... right here..." "Finger that hot little cunt of yours." Then it started. "Ohhh!!" She let out a soft whisper of a moan. There was no stopping it now. Her body was taking over. "Ohhhh!!!" She let out another soft moan. The men saw that she had stopped fingering herself. Her mouth opened. She was cumming. She wanted to scream out but she held back the sounds of her orgasm as best she could. It felt incredible. Her body was throbbing. But why did Peter make her act like this... and here in the restaurant. Her head drooped down as she moaned a bit louder, not even caring anymore that she was on display. "ohhh!!" "ohhh!!! "ohhh!!! fuck!!!!.... Her whole body was trembling. "Unbelieveable!!!!,".. the two men exclaimed. "She's got me completely turned on," one of the men remarked. "And you just met her and she does this kind of stuff just by telling her?" "Yeah," I guess so Peter answered. "I never thought she'd be this willing." Dinner ended and the two clients got up from the table. "Why don't you stop by the office next week." "Maybe you'd like a closer and more intimate look at her." Michelle just looked at them when she heard that. Peter walked them to front lobby while Michelle sat there waiting for her boss. She was trying to recompose herself. When Peter returned all she heard were his words ringing through her head. "C'mon Michelle, let's go to my house." What did he have in for her mind now? ______________________________________ NiteWriter Send comments to the link below. Michelle Ch. 01 I dream again, the same dream since I was five years ago. I was again washing my body in my bathtub half filled with soapy water. But this time, the horny feeling was extremely intensive. I tried to rub and squeeze my slippery body but I only got hornier. A familiar yet unknown man was leaning at the door, staring at my body half exposed above the water. I did not felt a single piece of shame in me. In fact, I was aroused by his stare, wanted to show him more and craving for his touch. My heart pounding slow but forceful.... I woke up in this warm Saturday morning. The perspirations made my skins felt sticky and agitated. It was 8 am. I knew the day has come. After years of struggle and suppression, after many times of last minute retreat, retreat back to my imaginary world, back to my untrue self, covered with an ordinary, polite and well manner mask. I became an exhibitionist at heart 5 years ago after an unexpected exposure. But I never gathered enough courage to show off my body to anyone. The most I can do was totally naked at home or whenever I knew that I won't be seen. I always day dream about showing off my body and spent a lot of time reading exhibitionist stories found in the Internet. But recently the inner desire has become unbearable. I started to thinking about actually showing off my body. My pussy was radiating heat like freshly baked muffin. Still feeling horny from the dream I decided to put my plan into action without holding back, to live up the life of my fantasy. I took out my swimsuit from my closet. My white one piece high-hip, low-cut sides swimsuit. A present from father 5 years ago, when I was 19, 45 kg and 1.70 meter height, an above average tall but skinny frame. Off cause, after 5 years, my body has out-grown my swimsuit. Two weeks ago, I have removed all the cushions and double layers of this old swimsuit of mine. I wore it on my naked body and rinsed under the shower to test the transparent effect of this white swimsuit. That was perfect, the wet swimsuit was like my second skin, the shadows of my ember tits was obvious with my two areolas and nipples clearly outlined. At the bottom, my pussy folds were showing from the front. At the back, my ass cheeks were half uncovered and half transparent. But I was too scared to walk out of my apartment wearing that swimsuit. A week ago, I attempted again. Still, I was unsuccessful; I still confined myself inside my apartment, wearing my swimsuit. After 5 years and few times of washings and stretching within the past few weeks, the old faded suit had lost it elasticity. The swimsuit was helplessly stretched to contain my 53 kg body. At the bottom, the suit obscenely cupped my hairless pussy, the lips outlined clearly. On top, fabric stressed to its maximum to embrace my C-sized gorgeous tits. Two proud nipples sticking out almost poke through the tine material. From the side, almost two-third of my tits were showing, bouncing up and down every step I took. I was both excited and anxious. Excited by the thoughts of showing off my body to anyone who come by, anxious about not knowing what world I would enter into. Stood in front of the door, I was breathing heavily, my chest rose and fall. A thrilling sensation rushed through my body, my feet weaken and I almost fall. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breath. Then I opened the door and took my first step into the real world; a whole new world of me being an exhibitionist. A group of youngsters were relaxing at the poolside. Most likely they have just completed their Form Five examination and enjoying their holiday. There were two kids playing with their father in the pools, the morning was peaceful and warm. Received instant attentions while walking slowly toward the shower, my nipples stiffen and pushed out dangerously from the two creamy brown areolas on top of my proud tits. I switched on the shower slowly; warm water wetted my hair, then my lean shoulder and chest. I leaned forward to massage my hair, thighs spread slightly with my ass sticking out in the air pointing to the pools. Six pairs of hungry eyes enjoying the great side view of my right tits while the drenched suit turned semi transparent starting from my back followed by my chest, tits, belly, and finally my bottom. I wandered the man in the pool could see the shadow my horny ass and wet pussy entrapped under the sheer fabric. Thinking that every one behind me can see the delicious curve of my smooth pussy lips, a sudden rush of warmness from my pussy swept through my crotch to the rest of my body. I was showing my body; finally. I went down to the pool. Later, the six youngsters came down to play as well. I planed to swim breaststroke wearing this suit. Because I expected that the 'whip-kick' would cause the tight fabric around my bottom to creep in between my ass cheeks and pussy lips like a G-string. The arms actions would give my skimpy suit a hard time to contain my tits. The swimsuit behaved exactly like I wanted. I purposely slowed down when passing them, they submerged their head into the water tried to catch glimpse of my exposed tits and ass. The friction of the fabric and the attentions made me hornier. I had a weird hope that the miserable suit would rupture in the middle of my swimming leaving me completely naked in the pool. I got even hornier by the thought. I swam for about 30 minutes. I decided to go home, partly because I was exhausted physically and partly because I was too horny to continue swimming. I walked towards the steel staircase, where the youngsters were playing around. The water level was just around my chest making my ample tits drifting lightly behind the sheer suit. All of them were frozen, only Looking at my mouth-watering tits. "Would you teach us to swim? Miss," Suddenly one of them asked nervously. I can hear from his voice that his mouth was dried. The rest of them were surprised by the sudden question. "You guys like to learn swimming? Or just want to watch me swimming?" I stopped and asked back mischievously. Realizing that I was talking to them, they raised their heads a bit to meet my eye, but quickly looked down again at my watery tits. "Yes, Miss. Can you teach us swimming?" He asked again, while looking at my tits. Teaching a group of young boys like this could be fun; I could have plenty of opportunity to show my body, and plenty of touching if I would allow them. Furthermore, they like to watch. I told myself. "I'll be happy to, but I need to go now. May be some other day. OK," I replied. "Good, tell us whenever you are ready, we will around the pool every weekends in this few months," He replied happily. "OK! See you guys then... By the way, I hope yon guys delighted with the beautiful view this morning," I said with a playful grin, and then walked towards the steel stairs. I knew they were expecting this moment all this morning; seeing my almost naked body climbing ups the stairs. I told myself that I have gathered enough courage to do this, and I definitely not letting them down. I begun slowly climbed the steps. At the same time my heart begun to race faster and faster. I felt every nerve endings in my body were at the threshold of explosion. Finally, I am showing off my body to someone at arm length distance, so close that every details of my body would be clearly seen! First my tits contained by the see through suit came entirely out of water. Followed by my waist after another step, then my two ass cheeks separated by the bunched up strap. Finally my partly exposed pussy lips came into plain view with the bottom panel partly swallowed by my cunt. I stopped and looked back. Some of them jaw dropped and eyes wide opened. "Oops! My back is showing," I said while looking at them, everyone frozen in silent. "Excuse me... let me cover them back," I gracefully reached my right hand towards my right ass, half turned my body to the right, balancing myself with left hand holding the steel handle. My right tits dropped out from the suit even further, my pink nipples harden like a grape, sticking out and struggling to escape from the control of the suit. But the fabric strained to its maximum to hug my pink grape managed to hold my tits from completely falling out. My creamy pink areolas and the curvy right tits already under the plain view of the youngsters. Their eyes traveled up and down, can't decide whether to look at my tits or my wet glittering pussy lips. My index finger reached my right ass cheek, slid under the bunched up bottom edge and started pulling it upward and sideward to cover as much flesh as possible. When the finger reached the bottom near my wet pussy, I pulled the strap two inches down. My swollen lips and bulging clit immediately broke free from the strain of the swimsuit but quickly fallen completely under the views of four pairs flickering eyes two feet away. I then slowly released and adjusted the strap to cover my right pussy folds. Some of them moaned while others were forcing saliva through their dried throats. I switched my body balance to the right. Holding the right steel handle with my right hand and moved my left hand down to the left ass to give the reward to two of them on my left who willing to wait for their turn. Repeated the same action, I pulled the left bottom edge to cover my left ass cheek. When my finger reached near my ass hole, I let go of the edge. The bottom panel slapped back onto my ass and produced a 'pops' sound. As the result, the panel did covered my right lip but leaving the left lip naked. Then the goggles dropped from my finger and fell to the water. I did that intentionally, cause I was addicted; I wanted to show them one more time. The goggles sunk slowly into the bottom. "Can you pick it up for me please?" I asked the boy on my left. He immediately wore his goggles and dove in to catch my sinking goggles. Meantime I stepped down to the water and pulled my bottom panel to one side to expose my pussy completely. He head almost bumped into my ass when he emerged from the water. I took the goggles and climbed the steps again. I was about to give them the grant finale. Continued to climb the steps slowly and swinging my ass deliberately, water kept dripping down from my soaked suit via my naked pussy lips. What a magnificent view! I finally reached the floor. I had a sudden surge of satisfaction when I saw two men sitting on their chairs right in front just 5 feet away from me with their eyes nailing on my tits. My proud peaky tits and the pink grapes molded under the sheer fabric must have silently given them a show of their life time while I was giving those in the pool a show of their lifetime. My heart continued to pound faster and my tits bouncing up and down threatened to fall out of the suit every steps I walk. I went into the changing room and quickly changed into an old white T-shirt; another outfit specially prepared, which the hemline stopped 2 inches below my pussy. I was without a single string, even a single hair under the shirt. Never bordered to dry my body and damp hair, because I like the feelings of damp shirt sticking and pulling on my skin. I ran back to my apartment on 4th floor. I felt my juice wetted my whole pussy and started to spread down to my inner thigh. My running thighs kept caressing my pussy lips. I felt so slippery and extremely hot. My shirt caressed my swollen nipple as my tits bounced up and down. Felt like my body was going to explode, I just have to run faster because I did not know how long I could restrain from touching myself before reaching my apartment. Suddenly my hand phone fell out from my little handbag when I was running up at the 3rd floor staircase. The hand phone dropped and further broken into pieces. "Shit!" I shouted. I bent over at the waist to pick up the broken pieces, but could not find the battery. I kept searching the floor. Looking at my bending exposed ass, the wind blowing up along the staircase took advantage to kiss and lick my inner greasy thighs and my juicy swollen pussy lips. Passing my flat stomach again caressing my tits and swollen pink nipple. My hands stopped searching, eyes closed, lips slight opened, decided to enjoy the temporary gratification and released of my sexual tension. "Hmm..." A sudden voice from behind shocked me. I turned my head and saw a young man standing behind and few steps below me. I remembered he was one of them I met earlier in the pool. His eyes wide opened looking at my exposed ass. Shocked by the sudden fantastic view two feet in front of him, he just mumbled in his month unable to speak. I pushed up my ass further to give him a better view. His eyes drifted between my ass and my face, tried to be polite but could not resist the temptation. His face flushed. I smiled and said, "Hi," I was still bent down, legs straight. Wind still caressing my ass undisputed by this sudden embarrassing moment of the young man. Eventually, he shifted his eyes to establish eye contact with me. I stood up and turned to face him. Leaving my hand phone pieces and my handbag on the floor. "You seem to be very interested in my... pussy. Why? Not having enough just now, or you have missed the school lesson on female anatomy? I don't mind giving you another lesson," I was shocked by my own brave words. My face turned red and skin started to burn like wild fire, spreading to my chest, tits, nipple, every fingertips, passing my crotch to pussy and down to my legs. My whole body was on fire. He could not resist looking at me, I could not resist to show him more either. He raised his head and switched views between my eyes behind the hem and my tits' shadow behind the semi sheer damped shirt. Like looking up to the amazing 88-storeys Petronas Twin Towers in KLCC. I quietly pulled my hem of the T-shirt slowly up to reveal my crotch, then my tits. Like a slave presenting her body to her master. I kept looking into his eyes. He was breathing heavily. My T-shirt finally joined with the rest of my belongings on the floor not making any noise in the process. It was complete silent, except the soft wind blow. I sat my naked ass on the cold floor one step above where my legs landed. With my knees bending, I slowly spread my thighs to the sides to form the most beautiful 'M' shape the boy has ever seen. The inner thighs' skin pulled my pussy lips along to each side. My pussy opened and my swollen clit came into glory. My ass hole tightly closed but proudly on display. I leaned to my back, with my elbows landed on the floor, and supported my body from falling. My thin small hands cupped my tits lightly squeezing and rolling my hard erect nipples in my palms. My heart was pounding fast and breathing heavily while displaying the best of me to the young man in front of me. No one spoke a word for about a minute. I decided to be his teacher. Moving my hands away from my tits, I started to teach. "These are the breasts of a grown up girls, as you can see, it is much bigger than your breasts. In fact they consider big for Asian girl like us, don't you think? On top of the breasts, are two little dots called nipple. It is bigger than your nipples as well. You can feel my breasts, a mature woman breasts, so full, smooth and soft," I sounded like a teacher. Without warning, he reached his hands to feel my flushed hot tits. One on my left, one on my right, they pressed, squeezed and sometime pinched my hard nipples with his cold fingers. "Ahh..." Moans escaped from my mouth involuntary. "Ahhh..." I moaned again. More juice flowed out from my pussy, continued to fertilize my crotch. "Look at my bottom. No little bird like you do, but have two swollen labia forming the part called vulva." I pulled my pussy lips further to the side with my two fingers displaying my inner view. My swollen clit pointed further out asking for his attention. "This is clitoris. Something like the penis of yours, but it is much smaller," I caressed my clit with my fingertip, like showing the where my clit is. I just couldn't stop from touching myself. "Ahh..." Continued to moan. The young man pulled his pant up to release his hard on from the strain of the tent that was built soon after he saw my rear view earlier. "Here, can you see a small opening above my clitoris?" I pulled my pussy lips opened even further. Still caressing my clit. "I can't see it," He leaned forward and started to search with his fingers. "It is very wet and slippery down here. Can you feel it?" I asked in shaking voice. The young man did not answer. "Want to know where you came out from your mother's body?" I continued my lesson. I changed my posture to show where he came from. I kneeled on my knees, supporting my body by my left elbow on the step higher, my tits dangling free like Hawaiian papaya. Naked ass pointed at him. I turned my head and gazed at him. My right hand reached between my thighs and pulled opened my pussy lips with my index and ring fingers and inserted my middle finger into my watery love hole. I was slowly fingerfucked my hole. "This is where you came out. You can feel it. Come feel the hole with you fingers," I gave a rare invitation that a man may never get in his lifetime. Suddenly, I felt fingers attacked my pussy again. The fingers kept going around the opening of my slippery holes. A strong nerve surge exploded in my hole, traveled through my spine, spread to my nipple, fingers, lips and ears. Then a strong, fat finger attacked my hole. Penetrated all the way in until the palm touched and covered almost my entire pussy. Finally, he came into full action. "Ohh... Yes! Emm..." I shivering and moaned like a shameless slut. Moved my ass to-and-for to match his rhythm. The sounds of his wet palm lightly slapping on my sticky swollen wet pussy mixed with my moans produced a heavenly music. "OK! That's all. Thanks for you lesson, I have to go. Bye-bye," Suddenly he retreated his hand and spoke in his breathless voice. Unable to response, I looked back. I saw an embarrassed and panicked face. A wet spot clearly stained on his pants in front of his crotch. He had cum in his pants. He was gone and leaving my wet swollen love hole unsatisfied. My body felt like tearing apart. Strong cries of desire coming from my whole body, especially my nipples and pussy. I have to cum or I die. I stood up and grabbed my belongings. I rushed up the stairs naked to 4th floor, passing the corridor and entered my apartment. I rushed to the kitchen, took the cucumber that supposed to be my breakfast. I ran to the Kettler weight machine facing the balcony and laid the cucumber along the seat. I then jumped up to it, pressing my burning pussy onto the fat cucumber. My hands raised to the top got hold of the weight stacks handle, eyes closed, leaving my tits and nipples in plain view to those happened to peek into my uncovered balcony. Very soon, the poor cucumber was coated with my hot juice and turn shiny and warm. I moved my body up and down pressing my pussy on the cucumber. The cucumber pushed opened my pussy lips folds and gained access to my love hole and my clit, sending numerous waves of erotic sensations to my whole body. "Ahh... Haa..." I moaned loudly, rocking my body. Sliding my ass back-and-for along the cucumber sent my body sensations to a new height. My tits bouncing left and right, up and down forcefully, as if they were struggling to escape from my chest. My eyes closed, mouth opened, indulged myself in my world of endless unsatisfied desire. "Haa... Haa... Ahh..." Continued to seek gratification from my cucumber. "Michelle, are you OK?" A familiar but yet unidentified voice came from my back. I shocked and jumped up from the seat, the poor shiny cucumber dropped to the floor. "Michelle, are you Michelle, are you OK?" He asked again. Michelle Ch. 01 "I'm your brother, Max," He continued. Suddenly, tears came out and I cried. My brother missing for 5 years suddenly came right in front of me. I ran to him, hugged him real hard until my firm tits flattened and squeezed out to the sides, leaving my hard nipples poking at his chest. Mixtures of emotions were fighting in my body. The excitement of seeing beloved brother, the horny desire since this morning, mixed with my sudden sorrow recalling the painful memory in the pass made me speechless. Tears kept falling. I kissed him hard, my burning body still pressed hard on his chest. He cradled me hard, touching every burning skin of my back with his huge hands. Slowly moved his hands down my ass to lift my weight. I was still horny and unsatisfied. Coupled with the old sleazy memory of my brother, I lost control of myself. I started squeezing my body up and down while hugging hard. My tits and nipples slid on my brother's hard body searching for satisfaction. I wrapped around him with my legs, pussy pressed on his crotch masturbating myself. I was not able to restrain my desire. "I missed you, brother, and thought so much about you," I whispered in his ear. "Can you touch me please? I can't hold anymore. Please...'' I begged my brother while kissing his neck. I felt his hands started to touch my ass cheeks in circular motions, faster and harder and nearer to my holes. I moaned and he breathes heavily. His hands occasionally pulled my ass cheeks to the sides, strained my ass hole muscles to give way. His pulling and squeezing also made my pussy hole opened wide and closed over and over again. We picked up pace quickly. I struggled to keep my ass hole tightly closed without surrender to his forceful hands. Such combat was painful yet stimulating. The pull on my ass was tremendous. My two holes felt like tearing apart but yet the sensations was toxicating. I felt my most inner, most private parts were forced totally exposed. Eventually I gave up fighting. Surrendered to his forceful hand, I went into another world of ecstasy. The pull and squeeze on my holes became magic. I started to enjoy his harassment. Pushing my ass down when he was pulling me up. Relaxing my holes when he squeezed my ass cheeks. My holes kept forced opened and closed, and my nipples kept pinning into his chest in a harmony rhythms. Juice kept dripping from my pussy. I was in heaven. "Haa... Harder... Harder... Ahh..." I begged him to tear my ass apart. Suddenly, his finger invaded love hole, reaching deep into, searching and penetrating the smoothness of my inner body. "Ahhhh...hahhh..." I could not hold it any longer, letting out a powerful, noisy moan of climax. My body shook uncontrollably. I finally cum on his fingers. The sexual tension built up since this morning was released at this intense orgasm. My whole body reached the heights of sexual pleasure. I lay on his strong body, exhausted; shivering and tears started rolling down. The scene from last night dream reappeared. I had a strange thought about what is going to happen... Michelle Ch. 01 PRELUDE Late during the summer of 2002 I met a woman online who lived near Bay City, MI which is about 90 miles away from where I live. Michelle was also in a lousy marriage and as we wrote back and forth we found we had a lot more in common too. As time went on we also began talking on the telephone and eventually agreed to meet in person. We had already exchanged pictures and discussed physical and personal details and she was much as I envisioned her. Michelle was in her mid-forties, and could best be described as voluptuously built. Once we both got over the initial butterflies things went very well. We planned for a lunch hour meeting at Bennigans and the hour we had planned flew by. The next time I met her at Bennigans again and we spent an afternoon together first having lunch and then going to a park on the lake and that went great too. I finally took her back to her car and we kissed goodbye and then both left in our own cars. On the way back to the expressway I noticed a hotel and pulled into the parking lot. Michelle was behind me and turned in also and pulled up next to my car. I told her that I still had a couple hours worth of alibi left and there were a lot more parts of her that I wanted to kiss goodbye to. Twenty minutes later we were in a room I was kissing goodbye to her inner thigh, heading north. After we got to know each other pretty well I learned that she had strong submissive tendencies. Michelle revealed that she also had other interests that she felt were too kinky and embarrassing to discuss. That piqued my own curiosity and I did my best to make her comfortable with the idea of revealing, if not exploring, them. Despite my best efforts she kept those fantasies to herself, and the longer that went on the more curious I became. Finally I gave her a direct order to tell me or face the consequences. Michelle refused with an unusual amount of obstinacy and even a hint of enthusiasm. Letting that type of disobedient behavior go unchecked was obviously out of the question. I took her over my knee, and pulled her jeans and panties down and administered discipline to her bare ass until her cheeks were literally beet red and she agreed to come clean. Then she stood there red-faced and red-assed in front of me (with her pants still pulled down mid-thigh ha ha) and revealed her secret interests in the "medical fetishes" like gynoplay, enemas, douching, lactation, catheters, etc. Michelle got the spanking she wanted, her fantasies were out in the open, and I found myself in enviable position of being in a relationship with someone who was extremely interested in activities that I had personally been curious about for years but never acted on. Anyhow, now that our kinky mutual interests were revealed it went without saying that she should have a thorough examination and I accumulated the necessary "medical" equipment including large and small speculums, thermometers, forceps, specimen bottles, a breast pump, a bulb-type douche bottle, catheters, various sex toys, enemas, douches, and even a surgical scrub shirt. My doctor's bag also included some non-conventional items like nipple clamps, cuffs, a collar and chains, blindfolds, a flogger, etc. A hotel room table with some well placed cushions and towels made a perfectly acceptable exam chair. Together we explored the world of D/s, medical fetishes, and some BDSM and it was literally a life changing experience for me. Ultimately, that relationship turned out to be probably the most exciting and satisfying I have ever experienced. Unfortunately, Michelle is no longer under my care due to a change in her husband's work assignment. He got downsized out of his present job but then found a better job in Connecticut and they moved away. For a while we kept in contact but maintaining a relationship over such a long distance really wasn't practical. Our calls and emails have become infrequent now and the intimate relationship we had is definitely over. I still think about how exciting our mutual interest was and last summer I decided to make my GeoCities web pages in hopes of finding another similarly compliant patient. The following are accounts of some of the medical procedures included in my treatment of her condition over the time we had together. We didn't always engage in medical play but we did do so fairly often. This gave us a chance to try many different things. There were a few lengthy appointments involving very thorough examinations and multiple procedures. There were also some shorter ones addressing a specific aspect of her condition. I have summarized particularly memorable examples of the different procedures as accurately as possible, and in a logical order. They were not all done in neither this exact order nor even in the course of any single appointment. Many procedures were repeated several times as necessary. However, taken individually these accounts are all true with the exception of the fact that her name wasn't really Michelle. CHAPTER 1 - MICHELLE'S BREAST EXAM Since she had submissive tendencies, special measures were appropriate for her care. For instance, when you go for an exam I expect that you typically disrobe in privacy, alone in the exam room or behind a screen. Michelle would have no privacy. I made her remove her clothing while I was watching her. Michelle had to strip to her underwear and then remove her bra and expose her breasts. I did let her keep her panties on for the time being. I started with a complete examination of her breasts. Michelle had extremely sensitive nipples and she also had a great interest in lactating. She told me that whenever she saw a woman breastfeeding a baby she wished that she had been able to experience that herself. Michelle also confessed that she would get sexually aroused at the thought. Before I examined her breasts, I made her demonstrate her own breast self-examination (BSE) technique. Of course it was embarrassing for her to have to manipulate her own breasts in front of me but it was for her own good. I needed to be sure that she was doing the BSE correctly. Next, I examined her breasts myself. Besides the typical standing and reclining positions I also found it useful to examine her breasts with her on her hands and knees. Women experience further increased sensitivity when their entire breasts, not just their nipples are engorged. This is especially true for women whose breasts are already sensitive such as my dear patient. Maximum engorgement can be achieved by constricting the breast by using a large rubber band applied around the base of the breast. The constriction must not be so tight as to completely cut off blood flow but it can be surprisingly tight, enough to cause the breasts to swell and become darker in color. Her doggystyle position with her breasts hanging did help facilitate the placement of rubber bands. Once her breasts had become nicely engorged I proceeded to knead and squeeze them progressively toward her nipples to check for nipple erection and discharge and also for general sexual arousal. I told her that this was a medical procedure and she was not to become sexually aroused because that would be sluttish behavior. Disobedience would be cause for punishment. The reason that I let her keep her panties on was that a visible damp spot of vaginal secretions in the crotch would betray arousal. For some reason while she was kneeling there with her breasts hanging down and being "milked" a dark spot did indeed begin to show right where the fabric was stretched tight over her labial bulges! Not only that her nipples felt a bit wet too. I informed her she had not followed my orders and I would have to teach her a lesson after I had finished her breast examination. Anyhow, back to her examination. After thoroughly evaluating her breasts in the doggystyle position I let her get back up and had her sit in a chair for a further investigation of the wetness on her nipples that I had noticed. I suspected she might be experiencing some discharge. Fortunately I previously had the idea to buy a breast pump as a stimulation device. The pump I bought is a Gentle Expressions brand and it has a clear plastic funnel shaped nipple cup. I turned the pump on and while it was applying suction I gently squeezed her breast down toward her nipple using a regular self-expression technique. The suction from the pump caused her areola to darken and swell until it nearly filled the cup part. Her nipple also became engorged and swollen to about the size of the tip of my baby finger. After a few moments little clear/white drips began to form on the end of her engorged nipple. Michelle could feel it come out and see it as well and she said that she found the experience tremendously erotic. After several minutes I switched to her other breast with the same results. While using the pump on one breast I used my mouth on the other and I could taste her milk quite distinctly. Michelle wasn't making a lot of milk but she was definitely making some. I completed examining her breasts and then I gave her the good news that she had a clean bill of health, and the bad news that there was still the matter of her disobedience to deal with. At that point I cuffed her arms behind her to restrain her sitting in the chair. Then I got out suction tubes to use on her nipples. These are soft plastisol tubes about one inch diameter and two inches long, with one end closed. Using them simply involves applying some lotion or lubricant to the nipples to help make a seal, then squeezing the tubes closed, applying them over the nipples, and then letting go. As the tubes try to spring back to their original shape they apply a small but constant suction. I applied the suction tubes and left them on her for a while. When I figured that her nipples were sufficiently erect I pulled the tubes off. Her nipples were again swollen, erect and considerably darker in color. The tubes were wet inside as well. Her nipples were even more sensitive after all the pumping and the application of the suction tubes. That would make it even more effective when administering discipline. I quickly put a clamp on each nipple. Then I attached little chains to the clamps, adjusted them short and attached them to her collar to pull her breasts upward by her nipples, exposing the tender flesh below. I remember how full and rounded her breasts looked and how I could see her bluish veins through the alabaster skin of the underside or her breasts. That time I administered the discipline with a flogger. After ten strokes to the underside of each breast her alabaster skin was much redder and warm to the touch and most interestingly both nipples were leaking milk profusely. Incidentally, the more times we used the pump the easier it was to get milk and there was more of it as well. Michelle would also lactate more before her period. Later I noticed that her breasts seemed larger and firmer and then she told me that she had gone up a cup size, and that oh, by the way, she had bought her own breast pump and had started using it periodically. We would often include pumping and suction as part of our play. Michelle also would use her own pump sometimes when she would masturbate. By the time they moved and our relationship came to an end, a few minutes of pumping and manual expressing would cause some real actual lactation and her breasts would give at least a tablespoon of milk, perhaps a bit more... *** to be continued *** Michelle Ch. 01 When I was a sophomore at college, I was fortunate enough to meet a girl who I thought was one of the most attractive girls on campus. Her name was Michelle, and she had the best combination of hot/sexy/cute on the whole campus. The best part was, she didn't have that bitchy attitude that most hot girls on campus did. She didn't walk around with her nose in the air, and didn't slut it up at any of the local frats like many of her classmates. She was the perfect image of an innocent cute, and very hot female. The reason that she was this way, is that she hadn't yet had the chance to experience campus life. All of freshman year, Michelle lived at home with her parents and commuted to school every day; so she never got a chance to flirt with the guys in a dorm, or go to any frat parties. As luck would have it, Michelle was in 3 of my 5 classes, and she was living in the quad next to mine (sophomore year we have apartments), so this let me get to know her and become friends with her fairly fast, and early in the semester. This might be a good time to describe Michelle. To start with, Michelle was one of the hottest girls on campus, but what made her even hotter was the fact that she was Asian. She stood about 5'2", and weighed just under 100lbs., probably somewhere around 95lbs, actually. And she had all the beautiful Asian features, silky-smooth olive skin, long, straight, thick, black hair, seductive slanted brown eyes, very shapely legs, nice pert butt, and tiny, but shapely breasts. To be specific, Michelle was Korean, so she had that extra-exotic look to her. Besides her physical looks, she would wear the cutest outfits; nothing too slutty or anything like that, but everything fit her so well that it exposed her curves just right. When I met Michelle, I knew instantly that I liked her and found her attractive. Actually, to be honest, I was kind of intimidated by her looks, but her nice personality made me less intimidated of her. Since she lived right next to me and shared my classes, we would take the same bus to class. Naturally, we started talking, exchanging class notes, studying together, etc. After about 2 weeks, I started being basically the only person she hung out with daily. Things like homework and food would bring us together, but we would just end up hanging out, and eventually she started coming over to my apartment just for the hell of it. So I guess you could say we became good friends. One day when we were hanging out and we kissed. Nothing big, but things just felt right, and we ended up making out on the couch. That didn't really go anywhere further, but after that day, we would just make out from time to time. Most of the time, I would want to go further, but she would stop me, saying that she's not ready to do that with me, and that she was fine with just kissing. So, that kind of sucked, but kissing her still felt really good, so I was fine with it. I actually started to feel like we were boyfriend and girlfriend for a while, but nothing official was ever said, so I just kept the situation at what it was. One day I suggested that we go into the city to party on the weekend. Usually Michelle went home on the weekends, and I would just hang out with friends. So, the weekend that she was staying we made plans to go to a big club. Once we got in the club, I bought her a couple of drinks, and had a couple myself (we both had fake IDs, as was customary in my college). Not having much experience drinking, I got pretty drunk after 2 long island ice teas, and Michelle had 3. I had a lot of fun dancing with her on the dance floor, but after a while she told me that she was tired and wanted to go hang out by the bar, so I went over to the bar with her. She ordered another drink from the bartender, and as she went to pick it up, she fumbled it and spilled it all over the bar. The bartender joked around with us, saying something about her having too many, and eventually struck up a conversation with us. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, and introduced himself as Derek. Derek was one of those big, black bouncer-looking guys that you typically see at clubs working the door, or behind the bar. As we were talking to him, he told us that besides working as a bartender at the club, he also promotes for several clubs in the area, and told us that if he gets us on some guest lists for future parties, we won't have to pay cover and we can skip the line (which I didn't know!). Well, Michelle was really interested in not paying any cover, and was talking to him for a while, as I was trying to keep my buzz under control. When we were about to leave, Derek asked us if we wanted him to put us on the guest list, and offered his phone number. Since I didn't have my cell phone, Michelle took down the number in hers. Michelle Ch. 01 Chapter 01: Service Call I work as a computer consultant in a small company. One day I visited our customer that recently went through some complicated system migration and I spent countless days and nights getting stuff fixed. The office manager and executive secretary was this, 39 year old Michelle. She was about 5'5", about 42-32-42 voluptuous girl at about 150 lbs. She has a nice G cup, a big rounded ass blonde with blue eyes. I'm personally a breast-man, so I did notice her large jugs the first day I walked into that office. She was very friendly, calling me "hon", "dear" and "sweetie". On an upcoming visit, I came in very early into their office. Michelle showed up around 7:30am on Monday morning. "Hey, hon! How you doing?" -- she asked me smiling while putting down her cup of coffee and removing the jacket. "I'm good . You?" -- I replied. "How was your weekend? Did you had any fun?" -- she asked. "Oooh yeah, I went out with my friends on Saturday....got wasted. Still recovering though. I'm barely awake now! You?" -- I joked. "Wow, that's great! Do you want me to make some coffee for you? " -- she asked. "Naah I'm good on RedBull now! " -- I replied. With a small pause I asked her again: "So, what did you do?" "Nada! I'm a single girl...no dates. Just went over to my sister and had a dinner on saturday...it was great!" -- she said smiling. "That's fine too!" -- I replied politely and proceeded working on my stuff. We interacted few times during the next few hours, Michelle, mostly told me the office rumors and who was getting on her nerves. Once the lunch time approached, I closed my laptop, grabbed my jacket and was on my way to find a small lunch place to grab a sub or a slice. I peeped into her office and said " Michelle, I'm going to grab a lunch. I'll be back in an hour or so? Any local sub shops you can recommend.?" "You know, I'm heading out too. Let's go to Vinny's Subs...it's a short drive out to Summer St!" -- she said. "Ok Cool. You driving?" -- I asked. "Yeaah. That's fine!" -- she replied as she packed her handbag and grabbed her jacket. We went outside, and turned into parking lot. The parking lot was flooded from some pipes that bursts few hours ago. "Shit my car is there!" -- she said. "That's a bummer. Mine too." -- I said. We figured her car was closer, and started to jump through the puddles of water to get to her car. Few times I landed into the puddle and my sneakers were all wet. Michelle was following me, and few times I turned around and gave her a hand. We got to her car, out feet were soaked. "Damn. Last thing I need is to get sick!" -- she said. "Turn up the heater....we should be able to dry it out and can swing by some store to pick up some dry socks....." - I said. We drove for about 25 minutes in traffic, all street were flooded....as we got to the parking lot we jumped out of the car and headed to the sub shop. Once we made it inside, the guy behind the counter said: "Sorry guys, we got no hot water no electricity. Sorry!" "Shit! What's another spot around here...the mall?" -- I turned and asked Michelle. "Yeah we can try the mall...."- she replied and continued: "we can also swing by my place, I got some leftover from my sisters dinner. What do you wonna do?" "You got some dry socks?" - I asked smiling. "Ha Ha....yeah sure. Let's go!" -- she replied. As we got to her place, she turn around to me and said: "My apartment is a mess....so don't get hurt in there ok?". "No problem....I'm not a neat freak either..." -- I replied. We walked up to the house, she checked her mailbox and proceeded opening up the door. She let me in and proceeded giving me the tour as soon as we took our wet shoes off. She was renting a studio, with a super large bathroom. Bathroom had an old style bath tub and a modern shower booth. "Ok. Give me a second....I'll get you some socks.!" -- as she grabbed my wet shoes and socks. "Thanks Michelle.....this is awesome.!" - I said and sat on her couch. I looked to the left of me and there was her white bra on the sofa. The size of the cups was huge. "Ok here are some socks and I'm gonna go warm up the food!" -- she said and gave me a pair of white socks. "Can I use your bathroom?" -- I asked "Yeaah, sure. Go ahead. There is a yellow towel on the left shelf...use that." -- Michelle replied. I walked into the bathroom and tried to close the door, the lock was loose. So I tried few times and gave up. I really needed to pee, the feeling of my cold feet were about to burst my bladder. I heard Michelle doing something in the kitchenette, so I just walked up to toilet and undid my zipper and aimed at the toilet...... 10 seconds later as I felt my bladder starting to unload....the door opened. I contracted my muscles and stop urinating...." What are you doing?" -- I yelled. Michelle stood in the doorway....with a small pause looking at my hand holding my dick , she said :" Listen, I'm sorry. I really need to tell you something.....now..... you are the first man in my apartment....and I have been here for four years. I really, really need some dick....please fuck. Do anything!!! " - she blurted out. I was shocked....and stood there, pulled my dick inside and pulled up my zipper. I really was amused by the words that just came out of her mouth. She continued " ....please, I beg you. I'll do anything, I really need it. " I stood frozen. She paused and said "It's ok...you can say - no." "Is the food ready?" -- I asked very quietly. She turned around disappointed, and walked out of the bathroom. I followed her into the kitchen, she got some plates onto a small table and pulled out a big pan out of the oven. I could clearly understand she was very disappointed and embarrassed by my non-direct decline. I approached her from behind and grabbed her big ass. Her firm buttocks squeezed as she dropped the spatula. I then grabbed her big boobs from behind, pulled towards myself and bit her on the back of the ear. She let out a moan. Her body shook. She turned around and pushed my hands deep into her breasts. "Oooh. It feels so nice.........fuck!"- she said and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I really wanted to see these huge mounds, so I started undoing her shirt and playing with her tongue. I felt her warm flash pop out of her bra, I pulled back my head and glanced at these huge white milky tits. Her nipples were hard and the pink areola was about 2 inches in diameter. With both hands I grabbed and squeezed her left tit and proceeded to suck on it and gently biting. Michelle's hands were going through my hair, sometimes she would push me back and tongue me. "oooh fuck!" -- she moaned out. Her hands undid my buckle and my pants dropped. I was busy sucking on those delicious tities covered in freckles. I pulled my hands up her shirt and felt up her love handles, as I pushed her towards me. She continued to shake in my arms and I could not go of these tities out of my mouth. Her bra was pushing them up and I dove my whole head right into that huge cleavedge. My hands undid the button on her jeans, I pushed them down and grabbed her pussy with my hand. I could feel her wetness ....it didn't take me long to push her panties down. My hand navigated in between her loins, and through her pubic hair I pushed my two fingers into her pussy.....she was so wet that almost immediately my palm dripped from her juices. Her pussy was trimmed with a small mound of fat under that hair. I continued finger fucking her, sucking on her nipples. I then took out my two fingers and shoved it into her mouth. She started sucking on them, that vacuum she created was irresistible as I said " You want so suck some dick....". She nodded and hummed. She dropped on her knees in front of my boxers. I was fully erect and the tip of my head was popping out though my boxers. She drove her face into my crotch, sniffing and humming. She then pulled my shorts down, and with her whole face smothered herself into my crotch. Her tongue started licking my, she was acting crazy....she would just continue licking from the bottom of my ball sack to the top of the cock, then across with her whole mouth. She opened her mouth and swallowed my whole cock, pushing her face into my crotch. She pulled back, dropping saliva on the floor, and catching her breath. "Fuck me!" -- she said and her eyes confirmed this. She turned around and leaned on the counter....and behold....that was the biggest ass I've ever seen. "I like big butts..." tune went through my head. I grabbed both ass-chicks and shoved my cock into her. She let out a moan , as I pulled out my cock and rammed it back in again. "Oooooh! .....Fuck!" - Michelle screamed. I pulled my cock out again and shoved it back in with full speed. "Ooooh! Fuck. I love it! Fuck me, please! Fuuuuck meeeeeeee!" -- she yelled. I fucked her from behind. She would look back at me occasionally and I could see her big tits sagging, bouncing and swinging wildly. I kept pumping her from behind....her legs started to shake as she orgasmed. She dropped on the floor onto her back. I dropped on my knees, lifted her legs over my shoulders and entered her. Her breasts fell to the sides, huge jugs were moving in a circular motion as I fucked that pussy. I felt her coming again as her legs shook and her pussy just spasmed my dick. I was ready to pop.... "I'm gonna cuuuum!" - I let out. "Oooh! Cum on me.......please I want to see your cum on my tits!" -- she responded. I thrusted few more times and pulled out, with few tugs on my dick I send the first shot on her stomach, second shot went even further onto her chin and chest. I grabbed her legs and crossed them infront of my face, my dick was lodged between her inner tights.....I kept cumming onto her stomach and between her legs. Michelle was panting and spreading my cum all over her body, she kept licking her palms. I opened her legs to discover even more cum dripping onto her hairy pussy. She did not wait long and with her hands spread that love juice too. "Ooh! That was fucking awesome!" -- I said. "Now I really gotta go pee!" -- I said as we both laughed. I got up and gave her my hand, her sticky body hit mine as she came up onto her feet. We headed into the bathroom. On the way there she jumped infront of me and holding my dick with her hand lead me into the bathroom. Michelle sat on a toilet quickly and with one hand holding her boobs to the side and the other she spread her hairy cunt and let a stream out. "whaaa.....what? Where am I supposed to go!" - I asked her. "Here!" -- and with her other hand she pointed at the little opening between her legs. I grabbed my cock and few second later I hit the exact spot between her legs and the toilet. I could not believe what we were doing. I've never peed in front of a girl...not at the same time with the girl into the same toilet. I've looked down and saw Michelle lean forward, my stream hit her tits......then her face and right into her mouth. I pulled my dick aside...... " What are you doing!" -- I exclaimed. "I love it!....give it to me!" -- Michelle said laughing. Without thinking, I pulled my cock back onto her....as she tried to swallow my urine......it was everywhere, she was swallowing some, and spitting out the the rest.......her boobs were covered in my urine and cum. We quickly squeezed into a shower booth and cleaned ourselves off. Michelle constantly was touching my cock and balls. She would press her large breasts against me. She kept playing and touching, clearly she missed male's form for a while. We went back into the room and dropped onto her bed.....we layed there for about 20 minutes silently. Then Michelle stood up... "We gotta get back to the office!" We dressed up, put on the dry socks and drove back to the office. As soon as we were in the office she started to behave differently .....as the same office manager she was 2 hour ago. I packed my laptop and headed out, on my way to the corporate, I was thinking about her huge tits I sucked on for 10 minutes, her licking my cum off her palms, and her gargling my urine. It was incredible. I got to the office and immediately scheduled another visit to this customer for the next week. Michelle Ch. 01 As she sat on the edge of her bed, Michelle couldn't help but get turned on by what her and Brandon had just finish talking about on the phone. Everything about him turned her on. She sat there and thought about everything they talked about. Without knowing, she slipped her hand into her shorts and began rubbing her clit. Still thinking about him, she rubbed faster and harder. She softly moaned as she thought about him caressing her body. His warm hands gently moving over her skin, touching all the right places. She thought about him softly kissing her neck as she began to moan louder. She was nearing her first orgasm, she arched her back and rubbed her clit faster. She thought about him softly sucking her nipples, gently biting each one. Her whole body shook as she began to orgasm. She rubbed her clit faster, not wanting this moment to end. A few more quivers and her orgasm began to subside. As her orgasm subsided, she realized what she was doing and she wanted more. She quickly removed her clothes and laid in the center of her bed. Spreading her legs, she began to rub her clit again. She thought about what it would feel like that have him inside her. She slowly slipped one finger in to her moist pussy. She moaned softly before sliding another finger into her tight wet pussy. She thought about him sliding his throbbing hard cock in and out of her tight hole. She began to finger herself faster and faster. She moaned louder and louder. She began to fondle her big tits, wishing it was him doing it. She could feel herself on the verge of yet another orgasm. She planted her feet onto her bed, arching her back and lifting her ass of the mattress. Pushing her fingers deeper into her soaking wet pussy, she pounded herself faster and faster. Before she knew it, she was cumming again. Screams of pleasure filled the room as she orgasmed a second time. She was lost in ecstasy and bliss, wishing that it was him that made her feel this way. As she laid back down on her bed, she quivered and shook as her climax wore off. She thought about calling him to come over. Just then, her phone rang. It was him. She answered and told him to come over. He said he was already there. She quickly got up and put on her robe. She walked to the front door and let him in. Before he could closed the door, she wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed passionately. They didn't bother going to the bedroom, instead, she began to strip of his clothes there in the living room. As she unzipped his pants, she gently pushed him down onto the sofa. She pulled out his semi-hard cock and began to softly stroke it. She teased him, gently licking the tip of his now hard shaft before taking his entire length into her mouth. She sucked and stroked his throbbing member furiously. He pulled her up to him and softly kissed her lips before having her lay on the couch. He spread her legs and gently kissed her on the lips. He kissed her neck, down to her big beautiful tits, then to her stomach, down to her belly button, to her waist. He softly kissed the inside of her thighs before softly kiss her clit. He began to lick and suckle on her sensitive love button. She begged for more, as she grabbed the back of his head a pressed it into her pussy. She moaned softly as he began to lick her moist hole. He licked her and rubbed her clit softly, not wanting her to climax too soon. He looked up at her then pulled her up off the couch and positioned her against the arm of the sofa. Bending her over, he began to rub his hard throbbing cock against her warm wet pussy. Pressing the tip against the opening of her hole, he slowly slide himself in. She moaned softly. Sliding himself half way before pulling out to the tip, he could tell she was in a state of pure bliss. He slide his hard shaft back into her, going deeper before pulling out again. She moaned a little bit louder before saying to him, "Fuck me, please." He slide his throbbing rod deep into her tight hole and pulled out, going faster with each thrust. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She moaned louder with each thrust. "Oh, Oh, Just like that. Oh Yeah", she moaned. He grabbed her hips and thrust himself deeper into her. She began to scream in pleasure. "Oh, Yeah. Just like that. Dont stop. Dont stop. Oh My... Shit. I'm gonna cum. Don't stop. OH FUCK." As she began to orgasm, her already tight pussy clenched tighter around his hard cock. She began to shake and quiver as her body tensed up. She has just experienced the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. He slowly pulled his throbbing cock out of her soaking wet pussy. He leaned down and softly whispered into her ear," This is just the beginning." On shaky legs, he led her to the kitchen and picked her up, setting her down on the counter. He slowly slide his hard member into her quivering hole once again. Starting off slow and going faster with every stroke. They kissed passionately as he slide himself in her. With her legs and arms wrapped around him, he picked her up of the counter as he thrust his cock into her. As he stood in the middle of the kitchen, he placed his hands on her ass and began to bounce her on his hard shaft. Never breaking their kiss, she moaned with pleasure. The harder he bounced her, the louder she moaned. Harder, Louder. Harder, Louder. She felt herself begin to reach another orgasm and she prayed it would be as powerful as the one before. As she began to climax, she broke away from their kiss and moaned as loud as she could. Soon after, her second orgasm began to subside. He carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. She was so lost in a mixture of ecstasy and bliss, she didn't know what was going on. As she lay on her side, he laid down behind her, lifting her leg and sliding his still hard shaft into her warm wet pussy. Thrusting himself into her, she began to moan again. He reached over and fondled her breast as he slide deeper and deeper into her. Kissing her neck, she moaned even louder. "Oh Yeah, That feels so good. Yeah, Right there, Right there. Harder, Harder. Mmmmmmmm Fuck." Within minutes, she could feel her third climax coming. She grabbed the bed sheets tightly and braced herself for yet another powerful orgasm. As she began to climax, she screamed, "OH FUCK DONT STOP DONT FUCKING STOP OH SHIT." She began to shake, more so than the last. As her warm wet pussy tighten and quiver around his throbbing hard cock, he could feel himself reaching his climax. He quickly pulled out as she rolled over onto her back. Standing on the side of her, he began to cum. Stream after stream erupted from his throbbing hard on.The first stream landed on her lips and chin.The second, on her neck. The third, on her left nipple. The fourth and fifth, on her right tit. As she licked her lips, she could taste his cum. Something she had only dreamed about. They laid there in bed, both catching their breath from their prior orgasms. After a while, they got up and went into the bathroom for a shower. Standing in the shower, he caressed her naked body as the water ran over it. He could feel himself getting hard again, as he pressed up against her. Once he was fully hard, he slide himself into her pussy. This time, he didnt start off slow. He went straight to pounding her. Hard. Fast. Deep. As he pounded her, her big beautiful tits bounce as the water poured out over them. They were both nearing climax again. As she began to climax, her pussy tighten hard around his cock. He could hold back, he began to cum inside her. Her body shook, as he shot wave after wave of cum inside her. With orgasms subsiding, they finished their shower. As they dried off, they didnt bother to put any clothes on. They laid in bed together, he held her tight and soon she drifted off to sleep. Michelle Ch. 02 Michelle Ch. 2 - The Manager's New Slut The drive from the restaurant seemed endless. Michelle knew what was about to happen. They were going to his house so he could fuck her. She was going to have a man that wanted her and wanted to fuck her. That's exactly what she had fantasized about last week when she first met him. Now it was going to come true. When they arrived at Peter's home, he took Michelle to his bedroom. It was a nice master bedroom suite with a king size bed and a huge Jacuzzi bathroom. Michelle stood there waiting for Peter's direction as he removed his jacket and tie. He moved in front of Michelle placing his fingers to her face. "Is this what you want, Michelle?" At first Michelle didn't answer as she contemplated what was about to happen. After all, this was the first time she'd ever been alone with a man to have sex other than her husband. "Answer me, Michelle!!" He asked again with a much more dominating voice. Deep inside this IS what she wanted. She needed a man that would want her and take control. But this was all so new and happening so fast. How could she say "no," when all she thought about this past week was having him? Michelle was a respectable wife. She was an elegant lady well liked in her community. She had always been faithful to her husband even though she wanted, needed, and craved so much more. It was Michelle's moment of decision as to what she really wanted. Deep down she knew she couldn't turn back now. Her performance at the restaurant made her feel as though Peter owned her. But what did he have in mind to do. Right now she wanted him to fuck her so bad. Her whole body craved it. And she could feel her pussy getting wet already. But all those stories about his domination and bondage of women... and the S&M? Would he use her body for his enjoyment like that? Is that what he wanted from her? Everything was flashing through her mind all at once. She looked up at him knowing she should say "no," and fearing what might happen to her. But instead a timid "yes"..., came out of her mouth. Peter didn't waste anytime and began disrobing her. A minute later she was naked except for the black nylon stockings, garter belt and six-inch stilettos. Peter loved seeing his women in sexy lingerie. Those high-heeled platform shoes really complimented Michelle's gorgeous legs. And the black nylon stockings fit her nice and tight, actually hugging her milky white thighs leaving just enough exposed flesh to make her look so desirable. She looked as much like a slut as you could get. No one would ever have guessed that she was a respectable middle-class housewife. Then Peter removed his clothes while Michelle watched. When his underwear fell to the floor Michelle stared between his legs. She instantly became partially amazed and partially scared. His cock was so big. Peter saw Michelle's eyes focus on his huge manhood between his legs. He stroked it in his hand while Michelle watched it grow fully erect. "Twelve inches," he said. "You're going to love it up your hot little cunt." "And just wait till you suck this." Michelle softly and shyly spoke. "Peter, there's something you should know," "I've done very little with my husband." "He fucks me, not often, but that's all." "I...I've never....done anything else." "Really!!" Peter responded. "Then I'll enjoy you that much more." "It'll be almost like having a virgin." Peter's hands began roaming all over her body feeling her soft delicate flesh. He loved the way her soft thighs felt clad in those sexy stockings. By the time his fingers stroked through her cunt she was dripping wet. "Looks like you're ready to be my slut now," he commented. Peter then grabbed Michelle and began kissing all over her face. Then he pulled her down on the bed. She moaned out to him, "Oh Peter..." He kissed and tongued down Michelle's body making sure he spent plenty of time with his face buried between her incredibly full breasts. His mouth then moved on to her delicious wet pussy. He had Michelle moaning right from the outset. In a short time he was kneeling between Michelle's legs and had his big cock sliding in. At first he fucked her slowly, but then once his big cock was coated with her juices he began burying it all the way inside Michelle's cunt. She was moaning out, "Oh!.. Oh!... you're so big ...Oh God...." "It's so big"... He pulled out and moved Michelle to the floor. He positioned her kneeling with her back against the bed looking up at him. "It's time you learned what I expect of you." He stood there stroking his huge cock while instructing Michelle on her new duties as his whore. "Let me make it simple." "You will do anything I want." "Got it?" Michelle didn't say a word; just nodded that she understood. "So you've never sucked cock before, huh?" "Well, I'll teach you that." "That's as good a place as any to start." "A good slut should know how to take it down her throat." Hearing everything he had to say scared Michelle; not just a little, but a lot. She didn't know how to respond. She wanted him badly. He had already aroused her more than any man ever had. And his cock had felt so good inside her cunt. All she wanted to do was please him. But the way he talked scared her so much. And he was going to teach her how to suck his cock? How could she possibly swallow that big thing? As she knelt there looking up at Peter she replied, "I don't think I can do that." "You're too big." Michelle figured he would understand and not force her to do it. But then suddenly in an instant, "SMACKKKK!!!" Peter's hand slapped her face hard right across her cheek. "Don't you ever talk like that," he yelled at her. "You'll do as I tell you." "Didn't you hear what I just said?" He paused for only a moment. "It's time you learned how to be a good whore." And he slapped her face again just to be sure she knew that he meant what he said. her place. She was going to be just another one of his women... another of his sluts... his whore to use and abuse. She didn't know what to do now, other than to obey his orders. "Open your mouth," she heard. His voice rang through her ears as the shock of his harsh treatment was still overwhelming her. Instinctively, Michelle opened her mouth allowing Peter to put his big cock through her lips. Her brain was saying 'no' this can't be happening. He grabbed her head twisting her hair to hold her head in place. He pushed deeper into her mouth. Michelle's hands went to his hips attempting to force him back as his hard cock hit the back of her mouth attempting to enter her throat. Peter didn't like that. "Listen you little slut," he screamed at her. "When are you going to fuckin' get it?" "You're my whore now and I expect you to do anything I want." "You're getting my cock down your throat." "Like it or not you're going to learn how to suck cock and deepthroat me." "And you'll be doing allot of it from now on too, so you may as well start getting used to it." He pulled on her hair forcing her face between his legs. The head of his cock hit the entrance to her throat once again, only this time it slipped in. She instantly had the urge to gag as her bodily reflexes were attempting to expel this huge intrusion into her mouth. But regardless, he held her tight maintaining a forward motion driving his hard shaft deeper and further down her throat. "That's it... swallow it, you slut." She had never felt anything like this. It felt so big traveling deeper and deeper down her throat. She could feel her insides expanding to accommodate the thickness of his huge cock as he was literally suffocating her with his massive cockmeat. He was using her, just as he had so many other girls. She was his slut now and she was realizing just that, while his cock impaled her throat. There was no turning back. She may be a respectable wife and mother, but now she was her manager's personal whore. She felt his balls up against her face. His massive piece of cockmeat was lodged completely down her throat. She couldn't breath. "Oh Fuck!!!," he moaned out. "You're so damn tight." "Now suck it bitch!" "Suck my cock!" He began humping her mouth. She could feel his extremely hard cock sliding up and down inside her throat stretching it beyond anything she's ever experienced. And all she could do was allow him to have his pleasure. She didn't dare resist anymore, even though his long thick cock was violating her delicate throat. And her inexperience at cocksucking resulted in her gag reflex constantly triggering. She gagged so much that her throat muscles were contracting tighter around his cock. And he loved that feeling too. "Oh, you fuckin' little whore." "That feels so good." "Not used to a big cock down that sweet little throat of yours', are you?" Michelle's face was beginning to turn red from lack of air. Then he backed away. Michelle coughed and choked spitting and throwing up some thick saliva. He chuckled, "not bad for the first time... SLUT!!." I've had girls puke their guts out when I did that to them. He grabbed her face in his hands tilting her head up. "Open it back up," he demanded. Michelle obeyed and he sunk his hard cock down her throat again. This time was no better. Michelle gagged violently once more making loud gurgling noises as her throat heaved around his cock trying force it back out. Tears welled up in her eyes. When he thought she needed another breath, he extracted his cock again leaving a long strand of spit hanging from her chin. She immediately coughed, creating more drool and saliva to flow from her mouth. She looked up at him half dazed, only to have him grab her by the hair with one hand and under the chin with the other and force his cock back down once again. And he held it there. "Fuckk!!" "Fuckkk!!" He yelled out. "I love throatfucking sweet innocent sluts like you." "And you thought you couldn't suck my whole cock." He pumped his big cock up and down her throat slapping his balls in her face and making her gag profusely until she was nearly ready to pass out. Then he let her go. She fell forward on the floor gasping for a breath and trying to regain any sense of decently as a housewife that she might have left. She barely had time to recover when he grabbed her breasts in each hand squeezing them hard. "Nice tits too," he exclaimed. He yanked on them pulling her breasts away from her chest. Then he pinched her nipples firmly until she was whimpering in pain. When he heard the cries of her discomfort he twisted them, as if to punish her for not controlling herself. Then he reprimanded her. "What's the matter cunt, don't like it rough?" He began slapping her breasts repeatedly with his hand. Each time her tits wiggled on her chest from the strong impact. The sting of his hand sent waves of pain through her chest and the constant abuse was turning her breasts red. Michelle cried out to him because it hurt real bad. "No!...Please!" "No more!" "It Hurts!" "Oh Please, It Hurts!!" "You fuckin' little cunt," he yelled out. "You're going to learn real fast what kind of slut I expect you to be." He shoved her back down on the bed hard and immediately drove his stiff cock into her cunt. He fucked her hard while he continued to maul her breasts. "Don't you disappoint me you dirty fuckin' bitch. His cock rammed in and out of her wet cunt. Despite his abuse Michelle was getting aroused too. His big cock felt so good inside her even though he continued squeezing her tits hard. He kept slapping them, pulling on them and sucking them into his mouth actually biting her tender nipples. Michelle had never been treated like this. Any sex she ever had was so regular and simple. What she was experiencing now was nothing more than having her body used. It seemed crazy, but despite his rough treatment of her tits, her whole body felt so alive. Then she felt him. He was cumming. He moaned out as his huge cock began throbbing deep in her cunt. "Oh fuck... what a hot little bitch you are." He kept pumping his cock deep in her cunt, while yelling in his frenzy some of the perverted things he wanted to do to her. "You're my whore now... you fuckin' slut." "Wait till I fuck your ass too." I'll bet you'll love my big cock in your tight little asshole." Cum was still pouring into her pussy. "And how would you like me to shove my fist up there and feel around in that cute little butt of yours?" I'll give that asshole a real good workout." "And these tits... fuck... you ain't felt nothing yet bitch," and he sucked her breasts into his mouth biting her nipples while ramming his spasming cock deeper into her cunt. She could feel his sperm shooting deep inside her. And that made her go over the edge too. Her orgasm began. Her whole body trembled as her pussy filled with Peter's cum. She moaned non-stop, "Oh yess... fuck me... fuck me... cum in me." "I want to be your whore." "Oh my God,... fuck me with that big cock." She was still in a delirious state enjoying this new experience when he pulled out. She knew her cunt was full of cum. "Get up slut," he demanded. "You can get dressed now." She was still turned on, but she began dressing. She didn't want to disobey or displease him. She watched him get dressed as well. Michelle slipped on her skirt over her partially torn stockings, positioned her bra on her breasts and then buttoned her blouse. Her hair was a mess. Cum was beginning to dribble from her cunt and down her legs. "You can go home now," he told her. Michelle had the feeling of being so used because he ended this so abruptly, yet she craved more. Perhaps I haven't pleased him, she thought. So she asked, "am I a disappointment to you?" "No," he answered. "You're going to do very nicely." "You'll make a good office slut for me." "Just let me make sure you understand." "I'll tell what to do... and you do it." "You're a slut.. a whore... a dirty little cunt for me to enjoy" "Understand?" Michelle nodded her head softly saying, "Yes sir." She was still scared, but she needed to be his slut. This was the most aroused she had ever been. And now she was willing to submit herself and do anything to please him. "One more thing," he continued. "I know tomorrow is Saturday, but be in my office nine o'clock in the morning." "Just tell your husband you have to work." Michelle left. In the taxi on the way home she realized what had happened tonight. She was now the boss's whore. She was going to live two lives now; one of housewife and mother and one of office slut obeying any whim her manager might have in mind. When she arrived at home her husband noticed her disheveled look. Michelle went right to the bedroom to change. Her husband could see the red marks on her breasts. He noticed her torn stockings and the wet sticky substance matted on them. He knew his wife was being fucked by someone else. He didn't say anything. Michelle lay awake in bed trying to fall asleep. But all she could think about was Peter's cock fucking her. His cum was still inside her. She thought of how he used her and treated her. He was so rough. And she liked it. She liked being submissive for him. She hoped that he was pleased enough with her. But what next? What will he do tomorrow? ______________________________________ NiteWriter Send comments to the link below. Michelle Ch. 02 This is the continuation from the Chapter 1. When I was at the peak of my sexual tension and masturbating to find relief, my long lost brother suddenly appeared to me. I was not able to control my desire and ended up cum on him. *** I continued rested on his body and hugged him for some time after my orgasm. "I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry. I've mess you up," Felt embarrassed for cumming on him. I apologized. My ordinary senses came back. "It's all right, Michelle. Are you OK now?" Max asked. Warm breath blew on my cheek. My face turned red embarrassed by the question. "I'm OK now. Thanks," I answered him then released my legs and stood on my weak feet. My feet tumbled and I helplessly fell back into his chest for support. I found my wet T-shirt laid on the floor. Walking quickly to pick up my shirt, my hands oddly covering my ass, wanted to cover my still wet pussy. I suddenly felt self-conscious. Totally naked in front of my brother so far was too much for me. I wanted to cover my naked body from the stare of my brother. With my back facing him, I squatted down to pick up my wet T-shirt and wore them. The shirt covered my body and the fabric clung to my skin again. I managed to maintain some modesty in front of his gaze. I walked to him and hugged him again; in the way a sister should hug his brother. We sat on the sofa. I took the first detail look at him. He was tall as before, more than 1.8 meters. Strongly built with wide shoulders. His chest muscles were lightly outlined beneath his shirt. His skin was fair with dark hair. Looked much like his father. Our parents were both orphans. Married at young age, they did not have good marriage life, simply because both of them were not faithful to each other. I was very closed to my brother, may be because of our parents were spending most of their time quarrelling. He was the 'man' who always looks after me and protects me. So, before our parents divorced at my age of 19, I was still very much a little sister to my brother. The event that triggered their divorce was happened between my brother and me. My father saw my brother harassed me in my bathroom. They fought, mother intervened and then the whole family was ruined. When they divorced, my brother followed my mother and moved to somewhere I did not know. And I lost contact with my brother since then. I followed my father and moved to Kuala Lumpur. My father was a lawyer and used to earn big money. Since their divorce, he has been changing girl friend on monthly basis. May be he was changing sex partner, rather then girl friend. "How do you find me, how can you came in here?" I asked. "Well, mother gave me your address and a set of keys," He explained. "Mother?" A word sounded so strange came out from my mouth. "Is she here? Where is she?" Suddenly I was anxious, didn't expect to see her. "Mother's not here. She went to New York. She asked me to find you. Said you need help," "I need help? Why?" I asked. "I don't know. Anyhow, she won't come back anymore. She wanted me to take care of you," "Take care of me. When did she start to care about me?" "Where is dad? It's been 5 years I didn't see him," My brother asked while looking around the house. "Father passed away 2 months ago," "Passed away! How?" His eyes suddenly turned red, seemed totally unexpected. "Car accident. He died two days after that," I felt tears came out my eyes. "Oh Michelle!" He leaned toward me as if to hug me. But stopped half way. He held my hands instead. May be he thought that would be too intimate for him to hug his sister who was wearing just a T-shirt and nothing else. My heavy chest was rising and falling slowly and tears filled my eyes. I can't manage my sorrow anymore; the sadness that I've been keeping with myself. I needed to cry badly. I leaned forward to hug him. He opened his arms to receive me. My body was again totally laying on his. I hugged him hard, buried my face on his shoulder. I was in tears, cried out loudly. "Oh Michelle...!" "I missed you brother. Please don't leave me anymore. You are the only one I have now," ... I did not know how long I cried. How long I have been laying on top of my brother. When I recovered from my sorrow, I began to feel the heat and sweat trapped between our bodies. And I felt the lower part of my buttock was half exposed as the hemline was pulled up when I leaned forward. His hands lay on my back. Occasionally stroked my back under the T-shirt. "Michelle. You still have me. I take care of you," He cradled me harder and the hemline was pulled higher. I felt my buttock was totally exposed and his fingers landed on my skin. A strange sensation was smoldering around my crotch, slowly traveled up my spine. My desire came back to me. "You will stay? With me?" I asked. "Yes, I'll stay in KL an take care of you as long as you needed," I heard him spoke in a low and assertive voice. "Thanks brother. I love you," I raised my head to kiss his blushed face. I caught sight of his eye looking down at my exposed buttock. My pussy turned hot. How long has he been looking? I recalled the dream last night. Did I actually dream about my brother staring at me in the bathroom? Did the man all the while I dream about seducing was my brother? No matter how, I was sure that I was aroused right now by exposing myself to my brother; like what happened 5 years ago. "It's very hot, why not turned on the air-cond?" He suddenly pushed me away and sat straight. His hard on was so obvious underneath his pant. "Yes, it is hot. But the air-cond was out. Let me opened the sliding door," I stood up. The hemline was still stuck around my crotch exposing my pussy. I pulled them down, but deliberately pulled harder and lower. The moist T-shirt outlined my tits and the shadow of my hard nipples appeared in that splits of second. I believed my brother did not miss it. He pulled his waistband to free space for his hard on when I walk passed him on my way to open the sliding door at the balcony. I started to recall what he did to me, 5 years ago in the swimming pool then in the bathroom. How he pretended drunk and stripped me in front of his friends. How he forced me against the wall and caressed my bulging tits. How he pressed his crotch to my butt. My juice began slowly wet my pussy. But when I returned to him, he did not look at my body. I knew he was attracted to my sexy body, but restrained himself from doing anything that a brother should not be doing. We continued to talk until noon. He told me his life with mother in Singapore. I told him my life with father in Malaysia. The warmth of my body dried my T-shirt. But the sweat collected in between the leather and my bottom made my restless. Feeling hungry I suggested having lunch. "Let me take a shower first. I have to wash my hair. I think you should take a shower too," I stood up in front of him, caressing my hairs. "Yes, I need a shower and change into something simpler," He replied while looking at my monstrous curves behind the white T-shirt. "OK! See you then," I turned and walked to my room. The scene of my dream suddenly reappeared in my mind. I felt sexy and horny. Did I really dream of showing off to my brother? Is he really the man who kept looking at me in my own dream? Is he looking at me back right now? I went straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower. My father renovated the bathroom when we moved in; he changed the two brick walls into clear glass. With one side looking into the bedroom and the other side looking at the room entrance. The square bathtub located at the end was big enough to fit in two persons. I think that was his favorite playground with his countless partners. I moved into his room after he passed away. Cool water sprinkled on my warm body and soaked my T-shirt. I stood under the shower to enjoy the refreshing moment. The flows of water awakened every nerves of my skin. I still can't switch away my mind from the dream. I removed my T-shirt and washed my body with bath gel. Started from my neck, I slowly lathered my whole body. The slippery tits and pussy aroused me further. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. I briefly washed away the bubble on my skin, then I realized I don't have bath towel to wrap myself cause I don't like to use thick towel. Drying my body and get dressed would be time consuming and silly as I was not done yet. And my inner voice was calling me to do something sexy. He again knocked the door. It was my brother that stood outside, and I was pondering the idea of showing off my naked body to my brother again at the first day we met after 5 years. I was surprised by my own desire. But the warmth at my pussy drove my instinct. I decided to re-open the door for my brother to my world of desire and to catch back the long lost intimate relationships. I took a face towel and walked to the door. I pressed the towel on my chest to cover my tits, but the width of the tower only managed to cover until my two nipples, leaving generous amount of tits showing at the sides. The towel hung down freely and stopped around my crotch. The rest of my body was only coated by thousands droplets of water that helplessly slid down my curves every steps I walk. Some greasy foam still trapped in between my ass cleft made the area around my perineum felt extremely wet and slippery. I opened the door fully while my hairs still dripping wet and I was extremely horny. Max was surprised by my sudden display. He looked up and down. Scanned my tits few times. His short raised up in front as his dick awakened. "You've grown up, Michelle. Not like the little girl that I used to remember. You just ... bigger," Looking at my tits while answering, he lost his word probably caused by his lower body response. "Yes, they are much bigger now," My hand slightly cupped my left tits behind the towel. I assumed he was referred to my tits. "Brother, I am 24 now, no more your little sister like you used to see," I replied and took a deep breath, my chest pushed further up. I remembered he like to peek into my shirt and short. I was scared then but did not confront him because I knew he really love me. After all, that was the only bad thing he did to me. "Oh yes, I need a towel. Do you have a spare?" He recovered from his little shock and asked. "Of course I have. But they are face towel like this one. Would it be OK to you?" I indicated to him by pressing on my towel with my hand. The towel clung nearer to my body outlined my tits and the cleavage in between them. "OK to me, can I have one please?'' He was looking at my towel or tits rather. "Be right back." I turned to my left and walked toward the cabinet. My back was completely bare inviting my brother to look. My juice continued to slowly wet my pussy. I turned to my right and faced the closet, reached my left hand to slide open the cabinet. I bent down at my waist; leg straight to search the towel. Now my whole right side was completely exposed to my brother and the vertically hanging towel not covering my body anymore. But my right arm blocked my tits view. Decided to give him the best view. Still bending down, I switched to use my left hand to hold the towel against my chest and extended my right hand pretending to search for towel. Now, my whole right side was completely bare to my brother including the dangling tits. I moved forward and backward, flipped the cloth pretending to search. My free hanging tits swayed back and forth in the process. Water flow down from my hairs gathered in my hanging nipples and fell to the floor drop after drop. Finally, after about two minutes long, I 'found' it. Holding the new towel on my right hand I walked toward my brother. My towel covered my chest to my crotch again, but only managed to cover my left tits leaving my right tits bouncing freely, inviting him to watch. "This one for you," I gave him the towel. Never attempted to cover my exposed tit. "Thanks," He took it and stepped back with his tent pointing at me. I got extremely horny by my brother's stare. I did not close my door completely, leaving few inches gap; I went back to the bathroom. I wanted him to stay to watch me, like 5 years ago; like what the man did in my dream. I started my show, imagining he was peeping. I filled my bathtub with water, poured generous amount of bath foam into it. The water slowly filled up the tub. The bathtub started to cover with bubble. I stepped into the tub and sat against the side. Slowly, I started touching myself. Resting my head on the edge of the bathtub, my firm tits emerged from the water like to twin islands, covered with white bubble. I ground and squeezed them with my thin fingers. But my firm tits refused to surrender, still pointing upward although they've turned red under my caressment. Continued to show my assets. I rested my arms on the edge of the tub and knelt with my ass pointing at the direction of the door and my head facing the wall. I wanted my brother to enjoy the view of my magnificent ass without worrying too much of me catching him peeping. I assumed he is watching. I repeatedly submerged my lower body into the water and pushed it up again. Every time my lower body emerged from the water, my ass was coated with millions of bubbles and the bare flesh became invisible. Then the bubbles flowed down from the top. In the valley between my two globes, the bubbles separated into two whitish streams on both sides of my bubble-coated pussy before rejoining into the bubble ocean and the ass view reappeared. Suddenly, I heard a low moan from behind. Yes, my brother stayed to watch me! I continued to make waves in the bathtub. I knew he was watching through the gap. My heart pounced faster and nipples stiffen. I have just showed off my body to him much more than a sister should. And I let him openly looked at my almost naked body. He must by now aware that I wanted him to watch me naked. But would he still treat me like his sister, satisfied by just watching or would he desire to exploit my body for his own sexual pleasure like before? How should I tell him I like what he did to me 5 years ago? How should I tell him I like how he striped me in front of his friends, how he forced me against the wall and caressed me from behind? How should I tell him that I wanted him to do it again right now? Finally, the strong desire gave me the courage. Without warning, I stood up and looked into his eyes behind the gap. My brother was caught, locked by our eyes contact, not able to escape from his mischievous act. While bubbles slowly sliding down my wet body, I walked out of the bathroom and opened the door that stood between my brother and me. I felt like my body was suddenly frozen, all my nerves were numb. Only the pounding of my heart was heard. My brother was frozen in action with his hands holding his dick, short was down round his ankles. "Brother, would you do me like before?" Words escaped from my mouth, I felt alive again. He looked at me and did not answered. I pulled his hand and lead him to my bathtub leaving his short outside. I stepped into the bathtub and bent down to pull open the water outlet to release the water. Then I squeezed some bath gel on my palm. I turned to my brother, kneeled down and lathered the bath gel onto his entire dick length, lightly squeezed and massaged his swollen crown. His dick glowed bigger and harder. His eyes closed enjoying my service. All the water was gone. I lathered my body with bath gel until they became slippery again. I leaned on my back in the bathtub, spread my thighs and massaged my pussy with my slippery hands. He stood outside the bathtub looking at me. I lifted up my slender thighs high into the air and pulled them close to my chest. My thighs pressed hard on my tits and my head rested in between my knees. My pussy lips trapped in between my thighs, squeezed on each other and formed two thick smooth pink folds facing my brother asking for his action. "Brother, you like it this way? Am I doing it right this time?" I looked into his eyes and asked. "Brother, please... last time you wanted to do me this way, right," I begged him. "Michelle...!" He hesitated. Then he stepped into the bathtub, briefly wet his body under the shower then knelt in front of my proudly displayed pussy. Pressing his upper body on my thighs, he laid his dick along my pussy. He long dick covered from my anus until the entire length of my pussy. After he balanced up his body, he moved his dick back and for along my pussy without entering me. My pussy lips were pressed opened and his dick squeezed on my swollen clit. He movement gathered momentum. We both breathe heavily. "Hmm..." He moaned in a low tone. His dick head slide along my pussy, caressing my hole and clit. I can fell his balls pressed on my anus over and over again. With his hands landed on my sides and my thighs pointing up above my head, I was not able to move. I kept pushing up my pussy to match his thrusting dick. "Haa... You like it brother?" I don't want him to stop. Moans escaped from my half opened mouth. Suddenly, I felt his strong hands pushed me to one side. My whole body helplessly followed to fall to the side. Then he caught my crotch with his hands and flipped my body over. My face, tits and knees were pressing on the floor and my ass was pointing up at him. His hands went under my crotch and lifted my lower body up. Then he pressed my entire ass to his crotch. With a strong push from his crotch, his standing dick once again pressed hard on my pussy without entering my hole too. He kept thrusting his crotch to hit on my ass in rhythm. His dick head pressed hard on my anus every time he pushed his crotch. "Uhh..." I moaned and surrendered my whole body to my brother for his pleasure. He was practically masturbating himself by using my willing ass. He kept on thrusting his crotch on me. "Brother, you said my breasts were bigger now, want to check how big they are?" I asked when catching up with my breath. "They glowed real big now, brother," I continued to seduce him. "OK, time for your little breasts, stand up and face the wall, hands up." He finally spoke his words and took his command. My nipples hardened knowing that their turn was up. I stood up and faced the glass wall, slender arms obediently raised far up into the moist air. The straighten arms pulled my chest up bringing together my swollen tits and nipples; they thrust outward shakingly, further rebelled against the pull of gravity. My reflection from the glass aroused me further. I spread my thighs and pushed my ass backward. I felt my brother's warm breath blowing onto my ass; I pushed my pelvic bone further to my back hoping to show him the best rear view of mine. From the reflection, I saw the rise and fall of my abdomen, synchronized with the up down moments of my two glittering firm tits. "Show me your pussy," He ordered and gave a sharp smack on my ass cheek. "Ahh..." A moan escaped from my mouth. I pushed my ass further up to show my willing foam-coated swollen lips. "More." He smacked again at the same spot, my ass cheeks and my hanging tits jiggled. The burning sensations on turned my erected nipples into two pieces of bullets. I pushed my ass to the maximum hoping to satisfy him. I stood knees straight, arms raised high into the moist air, ass pushed up to my back, tits went up and down following my heavy chest movements. His warm breath blew softly on my inner thighs. I felt the closeness with my brother that I never felt before. "Don't spread your legs, Michelle," He ordered then held firm at my ankles and pushed them together. Without loosen up his grips, his palms slowly moved up along my shape legs, touching my skin and squeezed my muscles on their ways up. They passed my thighs then proceeded to my ass. His huge palms passed each of my ass cheeks smoothly, caressing the still burning smack spot giving temporary comfort to the poor redden skin. Slowly, his palms reached my hips; hot flush swept my face and my chest anticipating his palms arrival. Michelle Ch. 02 His palms softly touched the sides of my hips, slowly traced the curves up along the sides of my slim abdomen, slid over my ribcage, caressed the sides of my tits, squeezed my slender arms then stopped holding my hands. I felt his warm breath blowing on the back of my ear. He pushed my hands to touch the glass wall. His hard on pressed into the crack between my ass cheeks. We were back to the unfinished act 5 years ago. "Lean on the wall, Michelle,'' He gave another command. My hands pressed on the glass wall facing the bedroom to support my slanting body. My tits hung free and swaying gently. His hands traced down my slippery arm lengths. Slowly passed my armpits and reached my tits from behind. His softly struck my tits for a while, then gently lifted up my two hanging tits with his palms twice as if to gauge their weights under the gravity. Satisfied with his assessment on my tits, he started to squeeze and roll on my free hanging tits. His huge palms almost covered my entire tits, only my erect nipples occasionally escaped into the gap between his fingers. The strength of his palms suffocating my chest, I breathe hard to catch fresh air into my lung. My breathe condensed on the glass and formed a thin film of moisture. I was shamelessly enjoying my brother's caressment. I was not able to do anything as my hands were locked at the glass wall to support my body. My legs still faithfully stressed straight to push up my ass while maintaining the balance. Suddenly, he shoved his hard dick into the tiny slippery gap between my pussy lips and my pressing thighs. The dick head pushed opened my pussy lips and my inner thighs from my back and gained access to reappear on my front. I saw his purple dick head came out below my crotch then quickly retreated back. His crown caressed on my clit on his way backward. He continued to move back and forth squeezing his swollen dick in and out of my slippery 'hole'. I felt like being rape by my brother in this helpless posture... and I was so turn on by the thought. I was without a piece of shame or guilt. The forbidden fruit, though no fully tasted, was the best of all, no doubt. We both moaned like no tomorrow. I pushed my ass backward to receive his invading dick. His crotch hit hard on my ass cheeks. My whole body shook in the rhythm of the impacts. My helpless tits continued to fall under the spell of his huge forceful and rough palms. The swollen nipples though struggled to escape the painful harassment of the palms, actually never wanted the pleasurable sensations to end. "Brother, I been missing this moment for long... long time... Uhh..." I was breathless. "Hmm... Are you still my obedient little sister? Hah..." He voiced like in ecstasy. "Yessss.... yes, I still... you little sister, promise to do whatever you say... what ever you want... just don't stop... please..." The sounds of his crotch humming on my ass synchronized our breathing and moans. I felt like a slutty fallen angel of heaven, seducing a huge demon from hell, shamelessly enjoying the demon fucking my heavenly body. Breaking all rules of mankind and heaven, I indulged in the forbidden pleasure. The air was filled with the scent of my love juice and my brother's pre-cum, mixed with the exhilarating fragrance of the bath gel. The sound of the whole world was disappeared, only the groans were heard. His attacks on my ass occasionally gave out wet, slurpy sounds as if to set the tempo of our moans. "Brotherrrr... Uhh................" I finally cum. I pressed my thigh firmly as the wave of orgasm began to role in. My brother refused to release my tits and kept fondling them. My whole body tensed up to withstand the surge of deep satisfaction. "Michelle..." He cradled me from the back, crotch pressed hard on my firm ass. I felt his dick throbbed under my pussy, shooting load after load of cum onto the glass and slowly slid down... "Michelle, I love you... Oh! I love you so much..." He leaned on my back catching his breath... "I didn't expect to see you... so sexy...and so inviting..." He whispered softly in an apologizing tone. He still cradled me from behind. "Michelle... This is not what I intended... You know, to treat you like this... I just can't resist..." He continued breathlessly. He seemed to regain his mind and realized what he just done to his sister. "It's OK! Brother," I answered with a satisfying smile. I was happy to hear his confession, happy to know seeing me turned him on. "No. I'm your brother. I can't be doing this to you," "Just like what I did last time, it's not right. I shouldn't be doing this," He said in an apologetic voice. "No, It's OK Brother. Though I resisted that time, but I know you like it very much and I want to make you happy... And... I was kind of..." I was not able to complete the last sentence by saying '...like it'. I breathe heavily. "Sorry, Michelle. I shouldn't do that to my sister. I'm sorry. Mother wanted me to take good care of you... like a good brother taking care of his sister. She said exactly this... like a good brother takes care of his sister, you understand? And now, what have I done!" He was still apologizing and sorry. "No, brother. Don't feel sorry. I am OK. You can do whatever to me as long as you are happy. And forget about mother. I love you, bro, and I know you love me too," I caressed his face comforted him. I was in tears. "You are the only one I have now. Please don't leave me. Please stop feeling sorry," I said. He was silent. Released me and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom. Michelle Ch. 02 Over the next several days, Michelle and Derek would talk on the phone from time to time. I don't know how this came about, but I suppose one day she called him up, and they just happen to have hit it off. I guess he was a very interesting person to talk to, since she started talking to him on the phone more and more often, to the point where it was almost every night. Even one time, she was supposed to come and hang out at my place (for more kissing), but instead she stood me up. When I asked her what happened, she told me she was on the phone with Derek and lost track of time. So anyway, one weekend Derek invited us to a party at a club in the city that he was helping promote. Michelle said that we should definitely go, since we could get in for free and Derek can hook us up with free drinks. So, the next Saturday night, off to the club we went. When we got to the club we saw Derek at the door. He gave us some free passes, and told us he would be inside shortly, after the crowd died down. An hour later, he found us near the bar, and told the bartender (a buddy of his), to hook us up with some good stuff. We went through 2 rounds of shots, and then Derek came up and handed both of us some cocktails. We chatted with him for a while as he was telling us about his promoting business. He was asking us what we do also. Soon all of us were in the dancing mood, and Derek took Michelle by the hand, and led her out onto the dance floor. Michelle was getting really giddy and flirty from the alcohol, as usual, and I guess she didn't mind showing Derek her flirtatious side. They danced for a while to some fast beats while I hung by the bar. They stopped temporarily to come back to the bar and get more drinks, and then went back to the dance floor as the slow beats came on. She looked so beautiful with her small, skinny Asian body slowly grinding up against Derek's tall black muscular frame. There was something about that sight that made me feel very uneasy, but very turned on at the same time. Shortly after their dancing, the party was dying down. It was really late, and we were both really drunk, so Derek suggested that we could sleep over at his apartment. He had an apartment he shared with another guy with 2 bedrooms and a living room. When we got there I was really tired, and we were all very, very drunk. Derek had a armchair in the living room that folded out to a little cot, and a large couch. Since we were guests, he was trying to be hospitable, and offered Michelle the couch, and offered me his bed in the bedroom, and told us that he'll sleep on the cot. So, I went to his room, and quickly went to sleep on the bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to some noises coming from the living room. Panting, low moaning, movement. I knew that Michelle was sleeping out there, so I decided to go into the living room and see what's going on. I quickly looked at the clock on the wall, and noticed that 2 hours went by since I passed out on Derek's bed. I entered the living room, and what I was about to see seriously shocked me. Michelle was laying on the couch with her legs spread, with a naked Derek was on top of her thrusting, pumping in and out. Michelle was visibly enjoying herself, with her slanted, Asian eyes closed, her head thrown back, the look of pleasure and ecstasy on her face, receiving a pounding from this huge black guy. She was almost naked, except for her white bra, which was slightly pulled away from her breasts, and her white cotton panties, which were pulled to the side of her pussy as Derek thrust his cock in and out. I just kind of stood there in shock, unable to look away, but unable to move for a while. Neither of them noticed me standing there, and Derek kept on pumping his meat in and out of her little Asian pussy. The sight was so fucking erotic. His huge, black, muscular body on top of Michelle's tiny, skinny, olive body pounding her as hard as he can. This went on for a couple of minutes, until Derek suddenly noticed me standing there, watching. He stood up, and dismounted Michelle. I was unprepared for this sight. His long fucking cock slid out of her pussy, and as he stood up, it obscenely swung in between his legs, hitting the sides of his thighs as he walked towards me. This guy had the biggest cock I've ever seen, and thick to match, uncircumcised, with no condom on. Michelle just kind of laid there, her legs still spread with the panties pulled to the side. "What the fuck man?" Derek said to me. I just looked at him, and then at Michelle, and told her, "Michelle, lets get out of here." She got up off the couch, but didn't move. She stared at me, with her big, slanted, Asian eyes. Stared at me long and deep right into my eyes, then grabbed her panties by the sides, and slowly pulled them down her legs until she let them go and they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them. "Michelle... what....?" I said. Derek just looked at me, and snickered. He walked back up to Michelle, pushed her up against the wall with her back to him, held his cock in one hand, and roughly shoved it into her waiting pussy. She gasped hard, and he began to ride her once again. Michelle Ch. 02 I received a text message on my cell phone: "hi. I need some." It has been few days since I fucked Michelle and indeed I was ready to see her again. I responded back to her: "2morrow. during lunch. I want your ass. Get it prepped for me." Michelle heart pounded as she received my reply. She was hungry for some cock. "Get it ready for him" - was in her head all day. She wanted this to be an unforgettable moment. Next day she woke up as usual, in shower she grabbed her vibrator and got herself off. While she dried herself off, she grabbed some hand lotion and forced a finger into her ass. Few second later her Vibrator followed the finger. She wanted this imitation to stay inside her, until my cock. At noon I walked into customers office. Michelle was in her corner cubicle. "Hey how are you? " – I said with a smile. "Ooh you here! You want to take a look at the system downstairs? "– she asked smiling back at me. "Yeah, that would be great. It won't take long!" – I said. She got up from her seat slowly and with a strange walk passed by me and I followed her. She walked slowly, pacing every move. Every few seconds she would turn around and smile at me. Once we got down to the warehouse we walked to the farthest section. The workers were at lunch and no one saw us walk in. "I've got a present for you!" - Michelle said. She then put her knees on the stacked cardboard boxes, and wiggled her big ass in front of me. I put my laptop bag on the ground and pulled up her skirt. She wore granny panties and something was bulging out her. I pulled her panties down to her knees. "I'm ready for you. Just uncork." – She said smiling. To my amazement I was staring at a big ass, her cheeks were red and two large pieces of duck tape crossed her ass. "Go ahead. Peal it off. My ass is ready for you!" – Michelle said. I pulled one strip off, and back of the vibrator popped out of her ass and fell on the floor. My dick was now solid concrete. She kept the vibrator in her for the past 4-5 hours and the gaping hole was inviting me in. I pulled out my cock and pushed it into this gaping ass. Her muscles where so relaxed that I could not get a tight fit in there, so I pushed her ass cheeks together to get some good traction. She did not moan, simply rocked back and forth as my cock was slipping in and out of her anus. My balls contracted and I was ready to make a deposit. I grabbed her ass and started pounding faster and faster. I've unloaded my semen into her ass. I kept it inside her while catching my breath, and slowly rocked back and forth. I saw some cum on my cock and some slipped out of her hole. I pulled it out of her anus , it was completely red and pulsing to the rhythm of her heart. I pulled up her white underwear and cleaned my dick against it. Michelle did not make a peep. I then pulled my pants up and said "I'll text you in few days." Michelle silently nodded and continued to stand there with her ass up in the air and panties now getting a wet spot . I walked out of the back door and jumped into my car. I could not believe what just happened. She was one crazy nymph. She now had to go on with her day while her gapping ass was oozing with my sperm. I now knew she would do anything for me. Michelle stood there for few more minutes enjoying the warmth of the cum inside her ass. She stood up as my cum was wetting her panties, she felt it dripping and running down her legs. As I drove away, my mind was racing to come up with the next encounter for her. I felt very powerful yet loving , while humiliating my new friend. I knew I wanted to take this further. My phone rang about 60 minute later. I hit talk button, and before I spoke I heard Michelle's voice. "It's me. I need more. I want to see you tonight..." – She said. "Aahem. Ok.– I replied. "I'm beggin you, please! " – she said. "How about 10:15, I'll meet you near coffee shop on Summer St?" – I said. "Ok. That's fine!" – Michelle replied with exciting voice. "Michelle, hey, hey, dress nice. Also grab some cash with you?" – I instructed. "Ok. We going somewhere? How much should I take?" – she asked. "Like $400-$500." – I replied. "No problem. Are we going somewhere? What are we going to do?" – she said. "Ok. I gotta go now...see ya then" – I've interrupted and finished the conversation. As I drove home after work, I was thinking what could be a great humiliation for Michelle. My dick was hard and I kept rubbing it through my jeans as I sat in traffic. What I came up with was one twisted plot for the night.... "Michelle would love it!" – I kept repeating to myself. Later that night, I pulled to a curb at an alley near Chinatown. A long legged Latina chick approached my window. "Hello, Pappi! What you want tonight?" – she asked. When I turned I right away understood this was a complete crack whore, maybe about 20 years ago and before the 5,000 guys she fucked and sucked she might have been an Ok. "What's on the menu?" – I replied smiling. "Twenty for BJ and fifty for a fuck! Let's go, baby?" – she replied. "What's your name?" – I asked her. "Jenny.....from the block....you know. So we have a date?" – she asked and grabbed the door handle and got into the car. Ten minutes later we pulled up to the coffee shop, and right out in front of it. Michele was standing dressed in a gorgeous red dress, with her hair pulled up. She walked up to the car and opened the door. She startled for a second seeing the trashy looking Jenny sitting in the front. "Michele, you sit in the back." – I said. She shut the door and complied. As we drove to our destination Michelle was sitting quietly and managed not to ask a single question. Ten minutes later pulled up to some old Irish Pub. "Allright, we're here. Let's go!" – I said, and both of them got out of the car. "You going buy me a drink?" – Jenny said. "You buy your own drink!" - I responded and pushed Michelle towards the entrance. We walked into a dark small bar, there were TV's tuned into different sports channels. The bartender was wiping the beer mugs. Randomly people were sitting at the bar, and some were hanging out near a pool table. No one even turned their head to look at us. "Jenny, you know what to do..." – I said. "C'mon bitch...you coming with me!" – she said to Michelle, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the back of the bar. I approached the bar, and ordered my self a bottle of beer. Sitting next to me, was a 50ish guy. By his look I could tell he sat in this joint for everyday. Dressed in his work cloth, with a name tag "Mike". "Hey man, how's it going?"- I asked him. "I'm good man, another day. You know." – he replied and looked at me. "Mike..."- I said, " you look like you need to have some fun!" – I told him and padded him on a shoulder. He looked at me again and replied monotonously "Yeah man!". I lean toward him, "Hey, there is a sweet ass whore in the men's bathroom........my treat.", I said to him and smiled. "You fucking with me, man! Get the fuck out!" – he replied. "No man, seriously. C'mon" – I grabbed my bottle and started walking towards the back of the bar. I walked into the Men's bathroom, and saw a pair of legs in the handicap stall. I opened the door and saw Jenny smoking a cigarette by the window. The door opened behind me , and that guy Mike rolled in. "Common in man....be my guest!" – I stepped aside and offered him the way. We walked into the stall and grabbed him by the shoulder and said: "Mike, this is Jenny –your date, and this is cum-dumpster Michelle....." – he turned his head and looked behind the door. There was Michelle, standing on her knees; the top of her dress was pulled down, exposing her bra and huge breasts, she was holding a piece of paper that read "Cum-Dumpster". Jenny did a marvelous job setting this up, as I instructed her in the car. "You fuck Jenny, and then when you ready make a deposit into Michelle..." – I explained as I pulled out a condom wrapper out of my jacket and hand it over to my new buddy 'Mike'. He stood there silently, looking at Jenny who started to undo her top, then turning his head at Michelle, who kneeling down with her head pointing to the floor. Jenny, walked over to Mike and grabbed his crotch. "You ready.....Mike!" – she said. Mike started to undo his pants, with one of his dirty hands he grabbed Jenny and his mouth landed onto her nipples. Jenny grabbed the condom out of his hand, pushed him back against the wall. He already had his pants around his ankles, she just pulled his underwear down and proceeded to openup the wrapper. Mike stood there touching Jenny's breasts....he did not make a peep. Professionally, Jenny put the condom on Mike's 6 inch dick and turned around offering him herself from behind. Mike did not wait long, he grabbed his dick and pushed it into Jenny's sloppy pussy. He grabbed her by her side and started pounding her. Jenny let out a few fake moans, few times, and Mike continued humping her harder and harder. Panting he suddenly pulled out his dick, hopped over to Michelle and franticly pulled the condom off his cock. He jerked it few times and let few loads onto Michelle's chest and chin. He continued jerking, grabbed Michelle's head and pushed his dirty dick into her face. She struggled to resist, but as she did he shot another load right onto her lips. "Hey man! " – I yelled. "No hands with her!!! No hands!!" He pulled back and continued jerking as he looked at Michelle wiping off cum from her chin. Mike pulled up his pants and headed out. "Mike.....I promised you that you'd have fun! So send in another guy into here." – I said. Mike nodded and quickly left the bathroom. I turned to Michelle and said "Michelle, you open your mouth and try to catch every load the next guy is going to shoot at you....You understand?" "Yes, sir." – she replied confidently. Within next minute another man walked into the bathroom, I opened the stall door and invited him in. After a quick explanation on the rules, he unzipped his pants, approached Jenny who was standing bent over by the window. He slipped the condom on quickly, grabbed Jenny's ass and slowly entered her pussy. He did not rush and really took his time to enjoy this sloppy twat. As he fucked her, he pulled his dick out few times and slapped Jenny's ass with it. He went back in, and as he approached his orgasm he paced a lot faster and faster. He pulled out, marched over to Michelle and pulled his condom off. He did not unload right away; he kept stroking his cock for few minutes and with another hand kept squeezing his balls. All this time Michelle, looked streight onto his dick with her mouth open, holding a piece of paper. Few minutes later he erupted right into her mouth. She kept still, until he was done and then pushed the jizz out of her mouth, which dripped from her chin onto her breasts. He zipped up, "Wow, this is some fucking awesome shit!" – he said and headed towards the door. "Listen,tell one more guy out there to come in..."-I said tapping him on the back. "Are you going to take a turn too?" – Jenny continued. "You look like you ready to unload" –she giggled. The door opened again, a young guy, in his early 20's walked in. "Dude, I can't believe it!" – he said. I've instructed him on what he can and cannot do. Jenny approached this young fellow. "Mmmmm. Let's see what you are hiding, baby!" – she said while grabbing his crotch. He quickly undid his pants and they dropped on the floor. Jenny grabbed his cock into her hand, she could not close her palm. It was so thick. She kept squeezing it. Pumping it with blood, as she spit onto the palm of her other hand and switched hands. The young guy dick was now rock solid. She quickly undid the wrapping and pulled the condom over his dick. She turned around and pushed his cock between her butt cheeks. He was inside her within seconds. They both stared at each other moving very slowly. He kept speeding up and few minutes later he was fucking her like a bunny. At some point he pulled away from Jenny, slipped the condom off and walked over to Michelle. Before he even got into position he started shooting long, all over her hair, face and chest. He kept stroking it until the last drop. "Thanks, man!!!" – he said turning to me. "All right. You had fun, get the next guy out there." – I instructed him. He pulled his pants up, waved to Jenny and one more time glanced over Michelle, whose face now dripping from cum. A knock on the door, and a huge black guy made it into the bathroom. I stopped him and let him in on the rules. He did not say a word, walked in front of Jenny and lowered his head onto her breasts. He sucked and squeezed these little tits like his life depended on it. Few minutes later, he's dropped his shorts and a 10" cock was hanging between his legs. "Damn, you always carry this thing with you!" – Jenny said. "Baby, you can handle it now...." – he said and started stroking his flaccid penis. A minute later he was fully erect when Jenny took out a condom and pulled it over his shaft. As before she turned around facing the toilet, and he mounted her from behind. This time I could hear her moan from the pain of his thick cock entering her already loose hole. He started pumping her from behind, his balls hung low and kept swinging and hitting Jenny on the crotch. He then suddenly pulled out, bent over and licked Jenny's asshole. "Give it to me!" – Jenny said. He positioned the tip of his dick next to her anus, and slowly pushed forward. Jenny kept moaning, as he picked up speed and was full force fucking her asshole . He was breathing heavily and then he stopped and his legs started shacking. He came inside her ass. Then he pulled out his cock and carefully removed the condom. He walked over to Michelle while stroking his cock, grabbed the condom by the tip and let the juices out onto Michelle's face. There was a lot of cum inside this condom, and Michelle was getting it all. He squeezed the condom from the top down, and the last drop landed into Michelle's mouth. "I would bang the shit out of you too..." – he said to Michelle and threw the condom into her face. "Brother, you have a good one! " – he said and walked passed me to the exit. "Jenny, I think it's your turn now..." – I said. Jenny, smiled and walked up to Michelle. She put one of her legs onto the wall behind Michelle, and spread her cunt wide open. She then let a stream of piss right onto Michelle's chest. She kept pissing on Michelle until front of her dress was completely soaked. I grabbed Michelle's pursue which was laying on the floor, pulled out all the dollar bills she had there and hand it over to Jenny. "Thank you, pappi! Next time you party – let me know!" – she said and walked out of the bathroom. "Let's go Michelle!" – I said. She got up from the floor; her knees were of color red from standing so much. She pulled the top back and reached over to grab some napkins. "No no no. You are going home like this!" – I ordered. She did not say a word. We made it through the bar with a deep stare of all it's patrons. Once we got to the outside I stopped and turned to her. "You are walking home! I'll see you on the parking lot" – I said and proceeded to the car. She stood there for few more minutes and then started walking to the direction of her home. I drove my car slightly behind her to make sure I get the complete level of humiliation that she received while walking two miles home with sperm and piss dripping down her face, chest and dress. We met again on the parking lot and proceeded to her apartment. "You not going to fuck me?" – she said. "Honey, I fucked you today. You don't look like you need more cum on your face. Do you?" – I said smiling. "It would make my day!" – she said smiling. We walked into the apartment and I grabbed her by her arm. In the kitchen I instructed her to pull down her panties and get on her knees. She did this very promptly. I stood behind her, and took off my pants. For the past 2 hours my dick was so hard that it was now hurting. I wanted to give her maximum humiliation, so fucking this bitch in the ass for the second time today, with her face splattered on the floor and cum dripping all over – would be priceless. I positioned my cock right above her anus, and pushed slowly. I had hard time entering her. I guess her muscles have contracted back from the morning fuck. I tried few more times, and this was one tight anus. Michelle kept moaning, every time I pushed my tool into her flesh. I got up and grabbed the hand soap which was on the kitchen counter.I took the cap off, and squeezed the hand soap all over her ass. Now my cock just slid right in. It was a great feeling to be in a tight ass like this with an ease of soap. Fucking Michelle in the ass was amazing. I could not go longer, and with my dick slightly in her ass I unloaded my sperm into her. The soap was bubbling all over, and it looked like an elephant just came inside this bitch. Michelle kept standing still, as I stepped back and cleaned my cock with the napkins. "You know, let me top this.....to make sure you remember this night!" – I said to her. I stepped back, pointed my dick at her gaping ass and let out a painfully warm stream of piss hitting her anus. I felt immediate pleasure releasing my bladder, and watching this ass sprayed. "Thanks baby! I hope you enjoyed it!" – I said finishing up. She dropped on the floor. All covered in sperm, piss, soap. She looked like a mess. I shut the door behind me and left. Michelle Ch. 02 As she drifted off to sleep, Michelle felt relaxed and whole. She felt comfortable wrapped in his arms. She was awakened in the middle of the night to the feeling of Brandon's tongue on her warm pussy. She moaned ever so softly. The feeling of his tongue licking her pussy sent chills through her body and put butterflies in her stomach. It was such a feeling that she had never felt before. As his tongue caressed the inside of her pussy, she grabbed the back of his head, pressing him into her. She began to climax. It was a more subtle orgasm, not like the powerful ones she had experienced earlier that night. He could taste her sweet juices as she began to cum. Coming down from her climax, he crawled up on top of her and began to kiss her intimately. He had postioned himself perfectly on top of her so that he could effortlessly slide his hard shaft into her tight wet hole. As he slid himself into her, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer and pressing his throbbing cock deeper into her. He began of slowly slide his shaft in and out of her now soaking wet pussy. Slow and smooth. He started to pick up speed with each thrust, keeping the same amount of pressure as he did so. She released her legs from around him, spreading them wider and raising them higher. He repositioned his arms so that her legs could rest against his shoulders. This gave him better leverage and he was able to penetrate deeper into her slick hole. Increasing the pressure, he began to slide his hard shaft harder and deeper into her. She moaned louder as she softly whispered, "Yeah, right there. Oh my god, don't stop. Please don't stop." He knew she was on the brink of another orgasm, as he felt her pussy tighten and quiver around his cock. He kept the same amount of speed and pressure, she closed her eyes as she neared her climax. Grabbing the sheets, she pressed her head into her pillow and moaned quietly. As her orgasm hit, she arched her back, taking him even deeper inside her. Her orgasm began to subside and he slowly slide himself out of her. Laying down next to her, she sat up, wrapping her hands around his rock hard cock, slick with her juices. She began to stroke him, before taking him into her mouth. She softly sucked on his cock, as she stroked him. She then pulled his cock from her mouth and straddled him. Postioning his throbbing shaft, she gently press her soft wet pussy against the tip of his cock. As the tip of his shaft penetrated her, she slid down the entire length of him. She planted her feet on either side of his hips, placing her hands on his chest. She started to bounce up and down on his throbbing hard on. Her big beautiful tits began to bounce as well. He reached up and grabbed them, fondling them as she rode him. She moaned contently as she bounced up and down. "Oh, you feel so good inside my tight pussy. Mmmmmmm, yeah, yeah. Feels so good." she whispered as she began to bounce harder and faster on him. Her third orgasm began to creep up on her. Without notice, her climax hit. She collapsed on top of him. Wanting to give her the best pleasure, he placed his hands on her ass, lifting her slightly, and began to slide his cock in and out of her quickly. With her hands still on his chest, she dug her nails into him as her orgasm intensified. This only made him pump harder and faster. The more she squeezed his chest, the faster and harder he pumped her. She released her grip on him as she began to come down from her climax. She had never experience so many orgasms in one night. Not even on the nights she stayed up all night playing with her pussy. Nor had she ever had an orgasm that lasted as long. As she laid there on top of him with his hard shaft still inside her, he softly kissed her neck. The sun would be coming up soon and he wanted to give her one last orgasm before he had to leave. She got off of him and got on her hands and knees. He took the invitation and got behind her, sliding his stiff cock into her eagerly waiting pussy. Wanting to give her the best and possibly most powerful orgasm she had ever had, he began to pound her tight wet pussy. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She gripped the sheets and pressed her face into the mattress. "Oh, Fuck, don't stop. Just like that, Shit. Don't fucking stop. Yeah Yeah. Fuck." she screamed. As he pounded his stiff cock into her warm, wet and tight hole, he playfully smack her ass. This only made her want more. "Harder, smack my ass harder. Oh Fuck me. Fuck my tight pussy.", she screamed and moaned. He pumped his cock in and out of her, smacking her ass as he did so. Her pussy clench his hard shaft as she was headed for another orgasm. When he felt her pussy tighten around him, he pumped harder and faster. Harder. Faster. Faster. Harder. Her climax hit like a freight train. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed as loud as she could, " OH MY FUCKING GOD. SHIT. DONT STOP, DONT FUCKING STOP. OH FUCK!" The most powerful, sensational, phenomenal orgasm she had ever experience had happened. Her pussy pulsated around his cock, sending shock waves through him. He continued to pound her extremely wet hole until he felt his own orgasm start to build. With each thrust, he inched closer and closer to climax. One last thrust, he pulled out, turned her over and shot wave after wave of cum into her mouth and onto her face. The first stream landed in her mouth, the second on her lips, the third and fourth on her chin. She took his softening cock into her mouth, sucking every last drop out of him. He began to get hard again. She sucked him furiously, taking every inch of him into her. She deepthroated him, only stopping to take a breath. He felt another orgasm coming as he grabbed the back of her head. She sucked and stroked faster and faster. When he was ready to cum, she pulled his hard shaft from her mouth and began stroking with both hands. As he began to cum, he thrust his hips forward and erupted. A stream of thick jizz landed right between her big tits, and another. She again sucked him, getting every last drop. She then grabbed her big beautiful tits and rubbed them together, smearing his cum all over them. They kissed one last time. She asked if she would ever see him again. He replied, "I'm just a phone call away." He grabbed his clothes, got dressed and left. She sat there on the floor, covered in sweat and cum, both his and her own. To Be Continued... Michelle Ch. 03 Michelle Ch. 3 - Beaten Into Submission ***** Michelle arrived at the office at nine o'clock, just as Peter had asked. The door was locked, but Peter was there waiting to let her in. They were completely alone in the office. Michelle was dressed rather plainly this morning with a white blouse and dark colored slacks. She thought that perhaps there was some work to be done today, but obviously since they were alone she was wrong. They both headed to Peter's office. Once there, Peter made sure Michelle understood what her work attire would be from now on. "I know you have to dress conservatively at home for your husband, but at work I expect you to always be ready for me. You might think about wearing some sexy bras and panties underneath when you leave the house. I'll have some things here for you when I want you in them." Then Peter handed her some skimpy lingerie he had in a locked closet. "Put these on." Michelle began changing in front of Peter at his request. First she slipped on the bra. It was a black tight-fitting half-bra that firmly cupped her full breasts leaving her nipples exposed. Then she slowly pulled on a pair of black stockings that had a sexy lace styled top half way up her thighs. Finally she fitted the fancy leather garter belt around her waist and attached the straps to the top of her stockings. Of course to compliment her attire she slipped on the six-inch stilettos that Peter like so much. When Michelle finished she noticed that Peter was holding a six-inch butt plug. "Bend over slut," he commanded. "We're going to get started with that virgin asshole of yours." Michelle realized that Peter's request for her to be at work today had nothing to do with working. He was continuing her training as his slut. Michelle bent over allowing Peter access to her asshole. This was the first time that she had ever allowed a man back there. She recalled a conversation she had over lunch with some of her country club ladyfriends. They all thought that anal sex was so completely disgusting. A respectable lady should never allow a man to use her most private area in that way. And now here was Michelle dressed like a whore allowing her boss access to her tight little back hole. She felt him spread her cheeks apart and then wipe a lubricant right on her asshole. He was teasing her tight puckered hole knowing that she had never allowed this done to her before. As Peter spread the lubricant around, Michelle starting enjoying how nice it felt as he massaged her tiny pucker. When her hole was thoroughly coated he pushed a finger in penetrating her tight ass. "So is this the first time you've had anything in your ass," he asked? Michelle softly answered, "yes." "You sure are tight," he commented back. "I just know you're going to be the best assfuck I've ever had." Michelle knew how big his cock was from last night. His finger felt sort of nice probing her ass, but the thought of his huge twelve inches sliding up her ass instantly created some fear. Peter started disrobing and moments later he was naked with his massive cock sticking straight out from between his legs. He had Michelle bend over his desk and spread her cheeks for him. She considered asking that he go easy since this was her first time. But she thought better of that idea. He got pretty mad last night when she questioned anything that he wanted to do. Peter then positioned his huge cock right on the tight pucker of Michelle's virgin asshole. Without any concern that this was her first anal experience, he just shoved hard penetrating her tight ass and steadily pushed all the way in. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!......." Michelle screamed non-stop as her tight asshole was violated for the first time. Peter didn't waste anytime either letting her get used to his huge meat in her ass. He began fucking his long hard cock in and out of her incredibly tight hole as best he could. The pain was tremendous making her anal hole feel like it was on fire. Michelle couldn't bear it and stood up because it hurt so much. That caused Peter to back away. "You fuckin' whore." "Can't you handle a simple assfuck," Peter yelled at her? "I guess we'll have to work on that ass a lot more." Michelle couldn't believe how rough he was with her. She wanted to please him and be a good slut, but now she felt that he was quite disappointed with her. When Michelle turned around Peter was stroking his huge cock. It was almost hard to believe that he had that big thing all the way in her ass. No wonder it hurt so much. Peter calmed down quickly and began explaining why he liked Michelle so much. "You know, all my other sluts were pros at taking it up the ass. You're a real challenge Michelle. You're so naive and innocent and a virgin at most sex. That's what I like most about you. I get to make a complete whore out of you. I'm going to turn a classy respectable lady in a filthy little used fuckwhore. Pretty soon you'll be begging for my cock in your ass." He kept stroking his huge shaft. "Right now it looks like you need to be taught obedience first." "I told you a few times already what I expected of you." "Now I'm going to teach you some discipline and what happens when you don't please me." Peter led Michelle out of his office and to her desk. "Get up on it," he ordered. Michelle climbed up on the desk and knelt there waiting for Peter to instruct her what to do. She was scared. "Take the bra off," he ordered. Michelle unhooked it allowing the skimpy material to fall to the floor. Peter positioned Michelle kneeling on the middle of her desk and leaning forward. Her gorgeous full breasts were hanging from her chest as she balanced herself with her hands holding onto the edge of the desk. She was wondering what Peter had in mind with her. "Today you learn complete obedience," he began explaining. "If nothing else, today you'll remember never to refuse me." "I expect you to do anything I ask and allow me any pleasure with your body." "Do you understand that Michelle? "Yes...," she answered shaking her head. "Between last night and today so far, what we've done is nothing compared to what I expect from you." "I want an obedient slut...willing to allow me to use her body" "Are you willing to be my whore?" He was scaring her almost to the point that perhaps she should run out and never come back. Yet she was craving the attention. The more he used her the more aroused she was becoming. She answered with a trembling voice, "Ye...ss Peter, do.. whatever you want.. to me." Peter pulled Michelle down on the floor while he leaned back on the edge of the desk. "I want you to suck my balls, you nasty slut." "And you had better be real good at it too." Michelle buried her face between Peter's legs, first rubbing her lips over his nut sack, then licking his balls. He held her head and guided her mouth around his sweaty crotch. "Suck 'em in your mouth." "Take it all." Michelle opened her mouth and let his entire sack drop in. She closed her lips around it and began using her tongue to lick his soft fleshy ball sack. When Peter had enough Michelle watched him walk to his office and return with a long white nylon rope and these clear plastic tubes. She had no idea what they were or what he had in mind to do with them. Michelle was still kneeling on the floor. Peter first took the nylon rope and draped it around her neck so it hung down between her breasts. It was pretty long reaching almost to the floor. Then he grabbed each side of the rope pulling it hard downward making it tight on the back of her neck. Peter began by running it between her tits and then wrapping it around the base of her breasts going underneath and then looping completely around them twice. Then he pulled the rope under her arms and tied it off in the back. It was extremely snug biting into her flesh and the loops around her breasts were so tight that it actually bulged her soft tits out. Peter stood back admiring his handiwork and gave her breasts a little slap. "You got great tits," he commented. Michelle then watched as Peter picked up the clear plastic tubes and began attaching them to her breasts. "I'm sure you have no idea what these are, do you," Peter asked? Michelle didn't answer as she just watched what he was doing to her pretty breasts. "They're nipple suction tubes." "I love playing with women's tits." "And yours are incredible." Michelle did have a gorgeous set of breasts. They were a nice full thirty-six "D" and for her age were perfectly firm standing out from her chest. The suction devices Peter was attaching to them were eight-inch long clear plastic tubes with a soft rubber suction cup that he placed on each breast. The tubes completely covered each nipple and part of her breast. Attached to the plastic tubes was a thin rubber vacuum hose, which connected to an electric pump. "Wait till you feel this," he explained. Michelle was trembling with anxiety in anticipation of what he was doing to her. Was this going to hurt? The devices felt so strange the way they engulfed her breasts. Then Peter turned the pump on and air began being sucked from the tubes. Michelle's breasts were being pulled outward into the plastic devices. It felt like someone was sucking on them only the pressure was steadily increasing. "Oh Peter, Peter," she cried out watching her pretty breasts getting sucked from her chest. After a few seconds her tits were extended outward in an elongated fashion into the tubes. She cried again, "Oh Peter it's hurting." "It hurts.. shut it off." Peter grabbed her face in one hand. "You little fuckin' whore." "This is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to your tits." "So just shut the fuck up." He let the pump run a while longer while she whimpered out to him. Her nipples actually became deformed growing larger as they began protruding outward into the long clear containers. Finally he shut the pump off. He left the suction tubes hanging on her breasts while he turned around and leaned over Michelle's desk. "Okay bitch, do my ass." "Get that filthy mouth on my ass and clean my dirty shithole." Afraid that he might turn the pump back on, Michelle quickly pushed her face to his ass. She spread his cheeks apart and buried her mouth in his smelly asscrack. "Good girl," he remarked. "Now start licking." Even though Michelle's tits were aching, she lapped through his smelly asscrack licking his tight dirty asshole. Considering she had never done anything like this before, Peter was enjoying it immensely. She used her lips and tongue, cleaning his entire ass and then even tried pushing the tip of her tongue through his tight sphincter. "Oh fuck... you nasty slut." "You sure know how to use that mouth, don't you?" When Peter had enough of Michelle's anal licking he pushed her away and handed Michelle a long dildo. "Here, fuck yourself for me." While Michelle knelt there in front of her desk she began sliding this ten-inch rubber cock into her cunt while Peter removed the plastic suction tubes from her breasts. Her nipples were unbelievably deformed and were discolored from the lack of circulation. The ropes were still incredibly tight and the suction tubes had successfully pulled her nipples outward from her breasts making them incredibly tender when touched. Michelle whimpered, partly from Peter removing them off and partly from her shoving the dildo deeper in her cunt. "You look so nasty, you hot little slut," he commented. "Look at those nipples." Michelle glanced down to see that her once perfectly formed breasts were now two bulging cone-shaped masses of swollen flesh protruding from her chest. They were turning a dark purple color from lack of circulation and were aching tremendously. Her formerly hard nipples were now two soft elongated pieces of engorged tit meat sticking out from the end of each breast. "Do your tits hurt, you fuckin' whore?" Peter asked. Michelle cried out, "Yesss...." "Good," Peter answered. "Just keep fucking yourself with that dildo." Peter reached out grabbing her swollen nipples giving them a squeeze. Michelle winced in discomfort from the slight pain. Then Peter grabbed this two-foot long leather riding crop. "Now don't you dare stop me," he ordered Michelle. Michelle knew what he was going to do when her gently tapped her breasts with it. Her punishment for earlier was to have her swollen breasts beaten. She knelt there shivering in anticipation, waiting for the first strike to impact knowing it was going to hurt. He swung the crop whipping it across her soft tender nipples. "Smacckkk!!" Michelle reacted as any woman would, instinctively covering her already sore breasts with her hands. Peter became extremely enraged. "You fuckin' whore." "What did I tell you?" "Don't you dare cover yourself." "If you want to be my whore, then you had better learn that your tits are for my pleasure." Michelle moved her hands leaving her breasts exposed again. He resumed whipping her breasts with the flexible leather crop striking them over and over. He beat her sensitive extended nipples making her scream out. Then he slapped the hard leather crop on the top and sides of her already swollen breasts. After about a dozen strokes on her soft swollen flesh he grabbed her breasts in each hand and squeezed, making her scream even louder than before. Each time she screamed he slapped his hand across her face. "Shut up whore." "You belong to me now." "You're gonna learn how to act and take your punishment like a good submissive slut." Then he took the crop and resumed whipping her breasts until there were welts and red marks covering them. The whole time he inflicted punishment on her he was demanding answers from her that this is what she wanted. "Are you my whore, Michelle?" "Do you want me to keep whipping your tits?" "You're just a nasty little slut, aren't you?" Michelle was afraid to answer "no", or to even say that it hurt. She knew her breasts were totally abused, but she couldn't stop him. Peter had Michelle kneel up and rest her breasts on the front edge of her desk. She closed her eyes knowing this was going to hurt allot. "Open your eyes bitch," he yelled. "Watch what I'm going to do to you." Michelle looked up as his hand swung the crop hard and striking the top of both breasts. With her tits supported underneath by the desk, the crop impacted with a loud "SMACCKKKKKKKK!!!" Her flesh wrapped around the hard leather instrument leaving a deep welt across the top of both breasts. Tears formed in her eyes as she backed away from the desk whimpering, but she knew that she had best not cry. Despite the beating he was giving her breasts, she kept fucking herself harder and deeper with the dildo getting herself more and more aroused. Her cunt was so wet that the dildo easily disappeared completely up into her body. Peter whipped harder. "That's it slut, fuck that cunt." The pain in her breasts from each impact was growing more intense. With each stroke the pain ripped through her chest. She could feel her tits throbbing from the punishment and how tremendously swollen they had become. She didn't even care anymore how much he was hurting her. She loved being his submissive slut even if she had to submit to this abuse to please him. And the names he called her too, made her feel like such a worthless cunt. Every word and every stroke on her breasts was increasing her excitement level so much that she was nearing and orgasm. And she wanted to cum for him so badly. She glanced down and saw her breasts covered with red welts. When she looked back up she saw Peter ready to swing again. "C'mon you little fuckin' whore." "Make yourself cum." The crop struck right across both swollen abused nipples. "Smaccckkk!!" The pain was excruciating and so intense it felt like it traveled right to her cunt. Before she could even react, the crop again whistled through the air and... "SMMAACCCKKK!!!" right across her beaten nipples again. "C'mon you worthless bitch, CUM!!!" Michelle jammed the dildo all the way up her cunt and held it there. She screamed. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuckkkk!!!.." Her orgasm began. "Fuckkkkkkkk!!!!!!!..................." "Fuckkkkkkkkkk.........." Peter lashed out again swinging the crop even harder directly on her sore welted nipples. "SMMAACCKKKK!!!!" "Ohhhhhhhhhh, My God.........." "Fuckkkkkkk!!!!....," she screamed. "Make me cummmmmm.... Peter... Please!!!!" Peter kept whipping Michelle's breasts until her whole body began shaking. She was cumming like she had never done before. Peter threw the crop down and quickly shoved his hard cock into her mouth. Grabbing her by the hair he forced his massive shaft down her throat and began fucking her. At the same time she continually moaned feeling her orgasm growing stronger within her body. And Peter kept humping her mouth furiously, ramming his cock repeatedly all the way down her throat. Then suddenly he pulled out. "Keep it open bitch," he yelled. Sperm began pouring from his massive cock flowing right into Michelle's mouth. Michelle was moaning as her own orgasm continued. She could feel her tongue being covered with his thick creamy cum. This was the first time that she ever had a man's cream in her mouth. Her body slowly began to come down from the orgasmic high. She could hear his words ringing in her head. "Swallow it." "Swallow my cum." Michelle didn't even think about it. She just did it. She gulped the mouthful of his sperm and drank down his entire load. Peter helped Michelle up from the floor. He softly ran a finger across her abused tits. "You belong to me now Michelle," he remarked. Michelle looked at her battered breasts. They hurt as he touched them. "What am I going to tell my husband." "I can't hide this from him until they heal." Peter caressed his hand over her face running it up through her hair. "Tell him that his pretty wife, the classy respectable lady that he married, has finally given in to her darkest desires. Tell him you need to be a submissive whore now. And if he can't give it you, then tell him that you've decided to be a dirty slut for another man. But you will still be his high class wife at home." Michelle dressed thinking about what to do. She couldn't tell her husband that she was her manager's slut. She'd have to think of something. Her breasts hurt so much that she slipped on her blouse without a bra. She didn't even bother locating her panties. She just pulled her slacks back on and was ready to head home. Peter kissed her goodbye. "I'm proud of you, my sweet darling slut." "You're going to be my favorite little whore." "See you Monday." _________________________________ NiteWriter Send comments to the link below. Michelle Ch. 03 Since after the event in the bathroom happened in the first day of our reunion, my brother became quiet and very polite to me. He kept a distance from me. Different from 5 years ago where we were like very close friends, very intimate friends. In the past, he would often hug me, touch me, and hold my hand and even sleep in my bed. I knew he wanted to obey the mother's last order - to take care of me truly as his sister. Myself on the other hand, was excited by my first exhibitionistic adventure. I started craving for sexy outfits. Although in Malaysia, you can't really find truly revealing outfits. Even you have one, you won't be able to wear it in the public without getting into trouble. Showing off is not a Malaysian culture, exhibitionism is something alien and public nudity is definitely a crime. Nevertheless, the outfits I bought became skimpier and sexier. My mind was practically all the time day dreaming of putting another show somewhere. At home, when my brother was not around, I would stay totally naked and did not border to close my curtains. And I started sleeping naked. I became more daring. One week after our reunion, my brother, Max bought his double storeyed linked house in a new housing estate near my apartment. And he started doing the interior decoration works. It was a Sunday, I left Max alone doing his new house decoration works and went to meet my friends for tennis in the morning. After the tennis match, I changed into a small tube top. The fabric of the top was kind of hard cotton and loosely circled my chest, the hem hung free above my belly exposing my midriff. When I stand, anyone sitting low would be able to look up the bottom of my two melons; if lucky, my two pink nipples too. I still wore the same short tennis skirt and a pair of white G-string panties. I started to like the feeling of a string trapped between my butt crack, or my panties trapped between my pussy lips while I was wondering around in the public, especially when a lot of people around me. When I came back to join my brother, it was almost noon. The housing estate was still quit deserted. Only a few households moved in, the rest of the units were either unoccupied or under renovation. As I entered the house, I saw 2 Pakistani workers were busy painting the guestroom walls. They were foreign construction workers hired by my brother to help him repaint the guestroom walls. These foreign workers like to do extra part time job to earn extra income. "Max mana?" I asked them where is my brother in Malay language, which was the standard language to use to any foreign workers regardless of their origin. "Suda keluar... beli nasi," One of them told me that Max went out to buy lunch. "OK. Saya tunggu dia balik," I told them I would wait for him to come back. There was no furniture yet in the house. I just wondered around the house to look at the renovation works. After few minutes, I sat on a box of left over wall tiles near the glass sliding door to take a rest. I figured that was the best alternative I got rather than to sit on the floor. It was one-foot by one-foot tiles, so when I sat on this box of tiles, my knees were higher than my waist. The hemline dropped down exposing more of my whitish pink thighs. I had to keep my legs tight to cover my white cotton panties from showing. I gently crossed my hands in front to cradle my legs. They continued their work, occasionally glanced back to look at me, tried to peep into my crotch. Air-conditioner was not installed yet. After 10 minutes of waiting, I started feeling warm. Sweat started to collect on my skins. The skirt started to cling to my sweaty thighs and my small triangle panties began to moist. The sweat also fell down from my chest to my belly, adding dampness to my crotch. I figured that if I continue to sit any longer, I would be all wet. I decided to get some fresh air. I stood up and found that my body was really wet. The worst thing was that my nipples were in the state of erect (probably caused by their stares), which I was unaware of when I was sitting down. I was braless. The hard fabric was lightly caressing my sensitive erect nipples. At my lower body, the hem clung to my skin and failed to drop down when I stood up. I felt a few drops of sweat slid down my bareback and wet my dress. My body was wetter than I thought! Almost immediately, two of them detected my movement and looked toward me. I was pulling my skirt that stuck on my skin when we got eye contacts. "Panaslah," I told them it was hot and then waved the hem of the tube top few times to catch air into my chest. Suddenly, I thought that their must be mentally stripping my top, probably my skirt too. I was turned on immediately. May be staying around them would be a better idea than going out for fresh air, I told myself. I looked down at my chest and deliberately pulled the hem. The top slid down my chest and some cleavage was showing, indicating the two melons behind the top. Why not give them a show? I have decided. "Boleh saya tolong cat?" I walked to them and ask whether I could help them to do the painting. "Tak, tak. Nanti touke marah," One of the said no need or my brother would not allow. "Tak apa, saya adik dia," I told them it was OK and I am Max's sister. I walked near the wall and poured the paint into a small pail, picked up the brush and started to paint the edge of the wall. All the edges were not painted yet because their roller cannot reach the corner areas properly. I half squatted to start the painting. Very soon, I completed the lower portion and the upper portion was beyond my reach. I turned back to look for the ladder. Two of them have stopped their job and just looking at me. "Tolong ambil tangga mari," I pointed to the ladder asked them to bring it to me. "Tangga?" One of them asked. "Ya, tolong ambil ke sini," Again, I asked him to bring it over to me. Two of them quickly put down their roller and carried the ladder to me. "Tolong buka di sini," I told them to open the ladder near the corner so that I can paint the upper portion. They opened the ladder and then one of them held the ladder with two hands to stabilize the ladder. The other one stood behind me looking at my back. Both of them were excited with anticipation. Their hard on was clearly outlined too. I was excited too. Before I could do anything to attract their attentions, they already knew what to watch out for. My pussy immediately wet. In the pass, I was always imagining a 'look at my ass" scenario. This time was different. I was in an 'I am going to watch your ass' scenario. But at the same time, I started to worry. I realized I was alone in a house with two foreign workers; two sexually aroused males. I started to worry about my safety. Do I play along with them by just climbing the ladder and let them see what they wanted? If not what can I do? They ladder was ready; brush and pail were in my hands. Running away seems silly, as they were so far friendly. My excitement was mixed with fear. At the same time, the heat at my pussy became unbearable. Their conversations brought my back to reality. I decided to play alone. With brush at my hand and the pail at another, I started to take my first step up the ladder. Then I realized that I must free my hands to climb. I turned back and handed over the stuff to the one at my back. With two free hands holding the ladder, I started climbing. One step after another, I went higher and higher to the ceiling. My tits and ass at the same time revealed more and more to the hungry eyes below me. They talked to each other again in their own language in happy tone. I felt so naked although still wearing my dress and panty, probably because of the fact that I lost my sense of security. After 5 steps, I stopped. The ceiling was just a foot above my head. With my two hands holding the top of the ladder, I breathe heavily to catch some air. Then I turned to look at the two men below me. They smiled. One of them showed the brush and pail to me. I realized that I went up too high. I stepped down and careful turned to my left, bend my knees and extended my hand for the brush and then the pail. The hem of the tube top pulled away and I felt my dangling tits came out below the hem and pink nipples brushed the cold hard ladder. At the same time, my butt pushed out and my hanging skirt revealed the wet white panty to them. With my two hands occupied, I struggled to balance myself on the ladder. I climbed up further and left my pail on top of the ladder; with one hand holding the ladder I began to paint the corner between 2 walls, slowly from the bottom to the top. Then I painted the corner between the ceiling and the vertical wall. I believed my wet sheer panties and butt cheeks were always on display behind the dangling hem. And my bottom of my tits and the nipples were showing from times to times. The room was hot. My sweat flowed like water. They came out from my skin all over my body. My navy blue skirt slowly turned to dark blue starting from the soaked waistband. The sweat on my body kept sliding down my bare skin. Adding wetness to my soaked dress and awakening every nerves in my body. Slowly, I completed the corner above me. Now I have to paint the remaining of the unpainted corner that stretched 12 feet across the guest area. This job required me to get down and move the ladder few feet and get up again to paint every 3-4 feet across. I began to descend. With one hand holding the pail and one hand holding the brush, I made my first step... "Ahh!!" I yelled as I almost missed my step. The man behind my quickly came under and held me at my buttocks to support me. I can felt his fingers spread out evenly almost covering my whole butt genuinely supporting my weight. "Terima kasih," I thanked him. "Jaga sikit," He asked me to be careful. His hands were still holding firm at my butt and didn't seemed like moving away. I figured that he wanted to support me all the way down. Although it was to intimate for him to do that, but I was excited and did not object. I resumed my action. Step after step. I believed his fingers must be able to feel the contractions of my butt muscles underneath the moist skirt. When I stood on the floor. They quickly moved the ladder few feet along the wall and looked at me. It was my turn to move. I walked to the ladder. With two hand occupied, I began to climb again. After two steps, I looked back to the man stood behind me and said, "Tolong." He quickly moved forward and held my butt like before. But this time, I felt his fingers were lightly feeling up my butt cheeks. After painted few feet across and deliberately raising my arm higher than necessary. I moved down and again he offered his hands. This time he was more daring. He slipped his hand inside my skirt and directly touching my wet butt. I had an immediate thrill. "Ah!" I was a bit shocked by his boldness. "Terima kasih," I thanked him again as if nothing was wrong. He was encouraged by my acceptance and stuck his thumbs under the string and caressed my perineum and my ass hole. I frozen in action for a while, trying to register what his was doing in my over excited mind. He was too bold and too quick in exploiting my body, I told myself. But I like it, I told myself too. "Uhh!!!" The unexpected attack made me moaned. I moved my legs as slow as possible to enjoy his thumbs actions. When I reached the floor, my pussy was all wet and slippery and my nipples were rock hard. I was extremely aroused but same time I was worried of losing control and get raped. I decided to cool down. I told them I need to pee and quickly went to the toilet. I started touched myself hoping to make myself cum and then leave. But the more I touched, the more aroused I became and the more I wanted them to see my swollen pussy and tits. Eventually I hooked my thumbs inside of the waistband of my panties. Slid my hands down the sides of my legs, working the skimpy wet panties over my butt all the way to my ankles and gone. And I pulled my skirt so high until I almost see my pussy from the mirror. This was what I like, I told myself. I picked up my skimpy wet panties and throw it out of the window. Well, this is the point of no return. I came out from the toilet and walked to them. They were curiously scanning up and down my body. Thinking what was up for them. And I was pondering ways to get myself totally naked. Everyone was turned on. "Tolong," I asked for their help even before I climb the ladder. I took the brush and pail. This time, both of them stood behind me. When I was at the second step, I felt my skirt was lifted up and hands attacked my delicious globes simultaneously. Two hands held my thighs, and two hands squeezed my butt. Immediately, I heard them talking to each other happily, probably delighted with the disappearance of my panties. I felt my juices immediately flew down my inner thigh and stained on their fingers near my pussy, adding wetness to the slippery valley of mine. I climbed the steps slowly, partly because of the sensational activities around my ass that I indulged into, partly because of my legs have became weaker every time a finger slid across the opening of my holes. The few steps toward the top had taken like a minute. I finally reached the height for the painting job. The sensations were still vivid round my hot pussy although their fingers were no more sticking around. I tried to squeeze my inner thighs to caress my itchy pussy. But the hungry mouth of mine was crying for the real treatment. I simply scribbled and climbed down for the next gratification. I moved down. They offered their faithful hands again. But this time I felt their fingers caressing my slippery pussy lips. I went down two steps. Suddenly, I felt a finger poked into my wet hole. "Uhhhh..." I stopped and a heavy moan escaped loudly. This was taken as a green light for them. The finger poked in further exploring my wet interior. Then another finger squeezed in. I stopped my step and lowered my ass to give better access to the two fingers. "uhhhh... tolonggg..." I moaned. Moved my ass up and down to catch the wondering fingers inside me, guiding them further into my smooth channel. Their hands kept squeezing and caressing my wet cheeks and thigh. I was too indulged being fingerfucked, helplessly leaned on the ladder. I have resigned myself from the painting job. My new job was to serve my ass to the two men below me. They were not satisfied with just fingerfucking my hole, probably because the glittering juicy lips of mine was just too tempting. The view of mine pink interior smoothness was just too magnificent. I felt their fingers retreated from my wet tunnel. Immediately, my pussy was pulled opened by two forceful thumbs griping firmly at each side of my butt crack, the pink flesh of my inner lips was exposed, waiting to be tasted. I immediately knew what they wanted. I further bent at my waist and thrust my ass wide opened and much lower for their easy access. Not long after that, a warm tongue swept my puffy wet pussy, sending a thrilling sensation to my whole body. He first sucked the swollen outer lips of mine into his mouth one at a time. His nose occasionally poked right at my anus and I heard his heavy breathing. He must be sucking in the strong odor of my ass, which was not showered since I woke up until now, not even after my tennis match. I was self-conscious about my odor and wanted to pull away from him. But his grip was so firm until I cannot break my ass away from his kiss. But knowing someone was heavily breathing the natural thick odor of my most private organ though embarrassed but same time arousing. I slowly stopped pulling away and started sitting on his face. He then used his fingers to separate my lips and licked the wide-opened inner lips. He stuck his tongue slowly drove in and out, fucking me with his stiffened tongue. I was moaning and gasping. "Hahhh... Tolongggg..." I screamed for the terrific tongue treatment. "Stop!" A scream was heard. Not from anyone of us. It was Max, my brother! Suddenly, I was losing balance and falling. No more tongue on my pussy, no more hands round my ass. I tried to grab the ladder and catch my steps on my way down. I missed and fell straight to the floor. My legs hit the floor and I fell to my back. The men tried to catch me when I was falling, but only to pull my skirt off me and torn my tube top. The worst thing was that the pail of paint was poured all over my chest. A thick layer of paint was spilled all over my body. I heard my brother scolding two of them. He was very fierce. Two of them were trying to calm my brother. They probably told him that they didn't force me into it. "Max! Help me, please. It's hurt," I cried out for help, hoping to stop my angry brother. They stopped and my brother came to me. "Are you OK?" He asked. "My legs..." Suddenly, I came to an idea so that I can still play my game despite of the situation. "OK! Let me see," He went over to examine my ankles. He lifted my right foot to check. "This one?" "No, both of them. I think I twisted both of them," I pretended like my ankles were in pain. But it was my butt that really in pain. "OK! I bring you to doctor. Don't worry," "No, Max. The paint. They are drying on my skin. Wash them away please," "Jesus, what have you done to yourself?" He can't believe what he saw. "Please, quick. They are drying." "Mari, tolong bawa dia pergi tandas," Max shouted to them and asked them to help carrying me to the toilet. They both came. My brother carried me at my armpits. Two of them carried my legs. They carried me to the toilet. My brother switched on the shower. Only to find that there was no water. "Outside. Max. Outside got water," I remembered that the renovator have connected the water from the public main. "Outside. You crazy, you are naked, Michelle!" My brother disbelieved what I suggested. "Yes. Outside, quick," "Bawa dia keluar,'' Finally he agreed. Three of them then carried me out of the house to the car porch, where the hose located. My brother put me on the floor and went to turn the tap and reached the hose. But two of them were still holding my legs and stood almost two feet apart. My legs were spread and my paint-stained pussy was plainly on display. I was still horny. I further spread my legs that were still in their hands. They sensed my move and happily spread my legs further apart. My pussy was widely spread, until the small pink valley between the lips was opened to their hungry eyes. They smiled to me. My brother was back with a hose, shooting water onto my body. "Max, you got to do it quick, it's sticking on my skin, you got to use your hand," I asked Max for action. "Ya, think so," He rubbed his hand all over my chest to wash away the paint. The paint and water made my body extremely slippery. I was laying on the floor with my nipples hard and my brother's hand was fondling my tits. Then two of them joined in to wash my crotch. "Stop! Stop it!" My angry brother shouted to them. But they did not stop. One was rubbing around my crotch. The other one was concentrating around my pussy. "Max, let them. It's OK!" "Ahh..." I suppressed my moan softly to hide my obvious excitement. My thighs were spread wide with my feet pointed at the car porch ceiling. Then my pussy lips were spread and my wet hole was exploited. I was at the heights of my excitement. I was laying totally naked in the middle of the car porch, with 3 pairs of hand all over my slippery body and I was approaching my orgasm. "Michelle, it not OK!" Max saw what they were doing. "Yes, please let them finished it, I like it and I need it. Oh yesss..." I was so close to cumming. Michelle Ch. 03 And they kept playing at my wet hole and my brother continued to wash my bare chest... ... I was in my brother's car, wearing my torn tube top and my tennis skirt. The wet G-string panties was forgotten. We were quiet. He was still in shock and anger. Perhaps seeing his beloved sister fingerfucked by two foreign workers and yet cum right in front of him was too much for him to accept. My mind was confused too. Am I too slutty? Have I gone to far? Have I spoiled myself right in front of my brother? What would he think of me now? The short journey back to my apartment was like taken for hours. Eventually, we were home. "Michelle, I was... shocked by what I've seen. I don't know what to say..." he finally opened his mouth. "Michelle...'' "Anything that you wanna say?" He asked me. "Why you do that?" He sat at the sofa and looked at me. He kept staring at me, obviously waiting for an answer. I did not know what to say. He turned his head, did not knew what to say too. I gathered that the issue that kept untouched since our reunion eventually opened for discussion. "Brother, remember last time, the weekend you invited your friends to our house?" I decided to confess to him. "You was drunk and..." "When I was about to jump into the pool, you suddenly grabbed my swim suit from behind and striped the suit off me from my shoulder right down to my feet... and said you like to see me swim naked... you remember that?" "You shocked me, I did not know what to do. I stood there naked for minutes, my mind was totally blank," "But at the same time, I had that very strange feelings. Very strange feelings that I never experienced before, from all over my body, last for hours even after I put my swim suit back on." "Brother. I never tell anyone about that, no body. I wanted to tell you, but I don't know how." "But today I think I can do that. Brother, I wanted to tell you that I like it, I like those feelings very much... Since that day you striped me off in front of your friends, I like to be naked in front of people!" "That evening, you peeped into my room and saw me took off my shirts, my bra, my skirt and my panties one by one before I walked into the shower. I knew you were watching. I did it purposely cause I like it, I like you to watch me naked. I was so turn on by you peeping me. It was different, I knew you've been peeping me for years, but it felt so much different that time," "Since then, I have been imagining myself naked in front of you; spreading my thighs for you, bending my ass for you. I crave for your attentions, to look at my body. Just like few weeks ago when you peep me, just like today, all these just made me so hot and I..." I slowly took off my tube top, then my tennis skirt. I again stood complete naked in front of him. "Brother, I know you like to watch me too. Don't you, brother? I like you to watch me, touch me. And you like to watch me, touch me. We are perfect match," I told him. "You just have to turn you head, move your hands and I would be totally yours. I do whatever you wish, whatever," He kept silence. Then, he suddenly stood up and walked to his room. For a very brief moment, I saw his eyes stole glimpse at my body before turning to his direction to his room. That evening, I left a note under a glass on the dinning table. The next morning, the note was gone and the glass was overturned. The note read: "Brother, I really need to know, please be honors. If you turned on by what you saw today, If you like what you saw today, flip the glass over. Otherwise, just put it back to the tray." Michelle Ch. 03 Sitting on the floor, she tried to catch her breath. She still hadn't cleaned his cum from between her breast. Instead, she rubbed her hands between them, smearing his hot sticky cum all over her big tits. Her pussy was still dripping wet well after he was gone. After sitting on the floor for a while, she decided to get up and take a bath. Standing in front of the mirror, as the water filled the bath tub, she admired herself. She playfully toyed with her nipples, pinching them between her fingers. She turned around and admired her beautiful round ass. She noticed his hand print was still there from the night before. She smacked it, sending a jolt throughout her body. She felt her pussy get even wetter. She smacked her ass again, harder this time. Another jolt was sent through her body. She smacked it again and again, harder each time. Before she knew it, she was having a mind blowing orgasm just by smacking her ass. As she recovered from her climax, she walked over to the tub and turned the water off. She climbed in and sat down. She leaned back, resting her head on a towel she had placed on the edge of the tub. The warm water felt so good on her soft and delicate skin. She ran her hands over her body. Running them over her legs, she quickly moved them to her pussy. Rubbing her clit, she thought about what it felt like when he was doing it. The feeling of his hand rubbing her pussy as he licked it. She thought about what it felt like when he shoved his hard throbbing cock into her. She began rubbing her clit faster. The motion of her hand moving in the water was starting to make waves. The waves in the tub crashed against her breast and nipples, making her more aroused then she already was. She used this to her advantage, the faster she rubbed her clit, the more waves there were. Before long, she was sending herself off the edge and into the bliss of orgasm. She continued rubbing her pussy as she began to orgasm, periodically shoving two fingers into herself. Orgasm subsiding, she finished up with her bath, got out and dried herself off. She reached for her robe, noticing her phone on the counter. She walked over to the counter, picked up her phone and snapped a few pictures before putting on her robe and heading off to the living room. As she sat down on the sofa, she turned the TV on and flipped through the channels. She picked up her phone and sent a text to him. "Hey sexy", the text said. A few seconds later, she got a text from him. "Hey babygirl." "I have a surprise for you." she texted back. She sent him the pictures she had taken in the bathroom. He texted back, "I love them. I see you still have my hand print." They texted back and forth for a while. Before she knew it, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon. She was still dressed in just her robe and her pussy was extremely wet. Laying on the couch, she untied her robe. Closing her eyes, she dug her fingers into her dripping wet hole. As she finger-fucked herself, she began to moan and softly whisper his name. The harder and faster she fingered herself, the louder she moan and said his name. She couldn't take it anymore. She picked up her phone and called him, still fucking her pussy with her fingers. When he answered, all he heard was her moaning and screaming his name. He hung up the phone and was at her house in a matter of minutes. She was still lying on the couch, eyes closed, fingering herself. He walked up behind her, leaning down to kiss her. He reached his hands over her, placing them on her soft breast, squeezing them gently. As the broke from their kiss, she whispered to him, "Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard." He stepped back, pulling his clothes off, walked around the sofa and knelt between her legs. Resting her legs on his shoulders, he slowly pushing his stiff cock into her. She let out a loud moan. He thrust himself back and forth inside of her, each time she moaned. "Oh, baby. You feel so good inside me. Oh shit, I love the way your cock feels in my little pussy." He started going faster and harder. Before long she was ready for climax. He leaned forward, pushing her legs further back and lifting her ass off the couch. He thrust deeper into her. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She let out a loud scream, "OH FUCK, BABY. DONT STOP, FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT." She tighten around his thrusting cock, as her orgasm hit and her juices began to flow. As her body recovered from her climax, she sat up, taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked slowly as first, as she tasted her own juices on his stiff shaft. She pulled him out of her mouth and began tonguing the tip of his hard on, stroking him as she did so. She wrapped her lips around him and started sucking him vigorously. As she sucked him, he began to rub her sex button. She moaned as she sucked his throbbing hard shaft. She pulled him from her mouth again, this time to lick and suck on his cleanly shaved balls. She pushed him back, laying him down on the sofa and began sucking him again. It wouldn't be long before he would cum, but it would be the first of many this time around. He grabbed her head, holding in still and started to thrust is swollen cock into her mouth. She started to hum as he fucked her mouth. The vibrations from her humming, sent him over the edge. He let out a moan, "Uh, mmmmmmmmm", as his cock erupted in her mouth. Stream after stream of warm cum coated the back of her throat. She swallowed all of it as her mouth began to fill up again. Once he was done, she pulled him from her mouth, swallowed the rest of his cum, then crawled up to him chest, laying on top of him. Resting her head on his chest, she could hear his heart beat rapidly. "Thump Thump, Thump Thump." She looked at him, "Let's go lay in bed", she said to him. They got up from the couch and walked to her bedroom. Laying inbed, she rested her head on his chest again and placed her hand on his stomach. She thought to herself, "This is perfect." Of course she loved their intense sessions of sex, but to her, this is what she loved the most. She lifted her head and kissed him deeply. Breaking from their kiss, she softly whispered, "I Love You", then rested her head on his chest again. Michelle Ch. 04 Michelle Ch.4 - Training Her Ass This chapter is a continuation of Michelle's story. In the last chapter, Michelle is just now returning home to her husband after an entire day of being abused by her manager. After making it through the weekend, she's back at work Monday morning where she finds out how often her services will be needed. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * This was the second night Michelle arrived at home late from work. Only this time she was much more abused than the night before. Her husband hadn't said much to this point, but the way she looked today with her breasts so badly beaten, he surely would question her now. She was even afraid that he would throw her out of the house. She walked in and he was watching TV. He looked up at her. "Have a good time being a slut," he asked? Michelle wanted to die right on the spot. She never felt so embarrassed and humiliated as she was now in front of her own husband. "Who is he Michelle? Who's fucking you?" Michelle ran upstairs ready to break out in tears. Michelle's husband followed her up to the bedroom. She was on the bed crying. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you Michelle? I thought I married a decent girl. How long has this been going on?" Still in tears all she kept saying was, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." "So what is it," he kept asking? "I know you're doing something Michelle. I want to know." Michelle just kept sobbing while her husband pressured for an answer. "You're fucking someone, aren't you Michelle? Who is it?" He paused only for a second while he mumbled under his breath, "filthy little whore." Then he resumed the barrage of questions. "Are you giving your cunt away for free or is he paying you?" He was getting madder and madder. "So how much is it for fuck?" ...... "You bitch!" ...... "Do you give blowjobs too?" He stood there looking at Michelle crying on the bed waiting for some sort of reply. "You dirty cunt. I'm so disgusted with you." The sobbing got louder as he hit a nerve asking what she charges and how utterly disgusted he was. She felt so humiliated. Unable to get an answer he left to take a shower. Michelle got up, wiped her eyes, and quickly changed. She didn't want him to see her breasts. She could only imagine the comments he would have about the way they looked. The next day, Sunday, he didn't say much to Michelle. He didn't bring up what he knew she was doing behind his back. That afternoon when they attended a country club banquet, Michelle acted as the normal respectful wife. In fact, she went out of her way paying a lot of attention to her husband. She did however, have several flashbacks throughout dinner thinking how well dressed and classy all the women were tonight, including herself, and then remembering how she dressed and acted like such a whore for Peter. She knew that her husband was really upset and disappointed with her. But what she experienced with her manager was just so exciting. Michelle spent the remainder of the weekend concealing her breasts from her husband. How could she explain what her boss did to her? And what was worse, Michelle wanted more. She couldn't get Peter out of her mind. Yes, he abused her pretty badly, but it was bringing out feelings that she had never felt before. Monday morning at work Michelle dressed rather conservatively. She wanted her husband to think that everything was back to normal. Maybe he would think it was a one-time indiscretion. She wore her usual buttoned-down blouse and a much longer skirt. Her appearance was very business-like, although she did comply with Peter's original request and continue to wear sexy undergarments for him. At work the morning progressed, business as usual. No one in the office suspected a thing. Little did everyone know that underneath Michelle's blouse were two battered abused breasts? She was truly the manager's secret whore and sex slave. It was nearly ten o'clock when Peter called Michelle into his office. Once she entered he immediately ordered, "close the door and lock it." Michelle knew even from his tone of voice that he didn't call her for anything work related. She knew he had some other plans. "Get that hot little ass of yours over here," he demanded. Michelle walked over to his desk where he was sitting and stood right next to him. "How are your breasts today," he asked. "They're still sore," she replied. Michelle felt a bit more relaxed now that he asked about them. She had thought that he really didn't care how much he abused her. "Since you're still new at this I'll give them a little rest today." Peter responded. "But those tits sure get me hot for you. I've been thinking about you all morning." It was obvious to Michelle that her breasts excited Peter more than anything else. "Dressed rather business-like today, aren't we," he asked? "I know Peter," she replied. "My husband was asking a lot of questions. He's so mad at me. I couldn't leave this morning looking like you want." Peter grabbed her by the arm moving her between his legs as he stayed sitting. "Turn around. Face the desk," he instructed. "I need to see that ass again." Once Michelle turned around he pushed her forward, until her chest was laying over his desktop. Then he unbuttoned her skirt and yanked it down to the floor. Underneath Michelle was wearing a pair of skimpy red panties. "Very nice," Peter remarked. "Did you wear those just for me?" "Yes Peter, I did," she replied. "Why don't we save them till later," he commented as he slid the panties down her legs and made her step out of them and her skirt at he same time. "Right now I just want that incredible ass." Michelle wasn't sure what he meant exactly. She thought that perhaps he was going to try shoving that big cock up her anal hole again. It hurt so badly the last time he did that. Peter slid his desk drawer open and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. "We're going to work on that ass today. You know I didn't like the way you backed off on me the other night? So today we'll make sure that doesn't happen again." Michelle became instantly petrified. She knew this wasn't going to be pleasant. And to make matters worse, it was a working day and the next room was filled with people. Any feeling or expression of pain would have to be controlled. She couldn't scream out. Michelle felt Peter spreading a good amount of the lube in her asscrack. He began working it around her anal hole just as he did the other day. Then his finger pushed into her ass. It really did feel good. But unlike the last time, Peter continued and inserted a second finger. "Okay honey," he began explaining. "This is where you become my filthy anal bitch. When I'm done with you today you'll be able to take two cocks up that tight little ass. And I better not hear a sound out of you." Peter was so demanding. He knew how to take control and dominate Michelle. And he knew she wanted it. He knew the type of woman that Michelle was. She was one of those decent girls that gets married, becomes a housewife for a successful businessman and then realizes later in life that she's missed out on something sexually. They're usually willing to do anything to make up for lost time. And that described Michelle perfectly. Despite the torture, the pain and the humiliation, she would do anything to maintain her acceptance by this younger man. Peter continued digging into her ass, now with three fingers. He probed through her anal hole and kept going, pushing them all the way in to his knuckles. Her tight anal ring had a nice snug grip. He wiggled them around letting her feel how deep he was inside her rectum. Then he backed off and pulled them out. At first Michelle thought he was finished. She glanced back to see and encountered his three fingers moving toward her lips. "Taste them," he ordered. She could smell the odor on them. It was so disgusting. She had a hard time bringing herself to obey his request and taste her own ass. But pleasing Peter was most important. "Open that mouth I said," Peter sternly repeated his demand pushing his slime-coated fingers against her lips. She opened her mouth and Peter slid them in wiping across her tongue. She immediately could taste the vile residue. "That's it. Now suck on them." And Michelle did. She cleaned his dirty anal tasting fingers sucking them through her lips and licking them with her tongue. "Good girl," Peter commented satisfied with what she did. "Soon you'll love that taste and beg for more." When his fingers were thoroughly cleaned Peter stuffed them back in her ass. This time he began forcing in a fourth finger. Michelle's asshole was getting stretched pretty wide. "Uhhh...," she grunted softly. "What's the matter," he asked? "Too much for your ass?" Peter knew her asshole was stretched wider than ever before. But he had no plans of stopping now. "Better hold on honey," he suggested. With that said, he backed out partially and started twisting all of his fingers, gouging them against her stretched pucker. His whole hand was sliding in deeper and deeper as he literally was forcing it into her gorgeous tight bottom. "Oh Peter... it's too big," she whispered out in a desperate voice. "What are you doing?" "Giving you the whole thing," he replied. "My whole fist up that cute little ass." "Oh my God Peter...No!! .... I'm scared,...." she cried out. "Please don't! You'll rip me open. It's too big." "Your ass will take it just fine. You should see how wide it's stretched already." He kept forcing his hand through her gaping hole while Michelle pleaded with him. "Please Peter... No!!.... It hurts!..." "Stop whining," he demanded. "You should see your dirty little asshole.... It's stretched wide open and taking it.... like a filthy anal slut." He kept twisting it in. "Pretty soon you'll be begging me to stuff your ass." Michelle wasn't so sure about that. His fist was so big. Did he actually think it would fit through her tiny anus... and to beg for more? Michelle realized that reasoning with him was pointless. Begging and pleading wasn't going to work either. He was going to bury his fist inside her ass regardless and the thought of that was absolutely horrifying. What if he forced too hard and ripped her open? She remembered a couple times right after she married. Her husband touched her ass and attempted to invade her most private hole. She quickly turned away saying... "NO"... that it wasn't something proper. She couldn't understand how women allowed a man to use their ass like that. When Peter forced his cock into her the other day, she felt so violated. That was her first time. Admittedly though, feeling one finger sliding in was rather arousing. But stuffing in more than that had to be more than her anal hole could comfortably take. It was frightening. And it was degrading to have him probing into her dirty ass. Michelle tried holding back the sounds of her distress as best she could, but the pain was tremendous and he was still pushing hard. She was releasing muffled grunting noises as she tried to keep from screaming. She looked over her shoulder only to see Peter bearing down harder and mumbling with an increasing intensity while he drilled his fist into her anal hole.... "bitch's ass.... so fuckin' tight.... I'll fuck her so hard...." She could see his arm twisting and could feel his fist burrowing into her ass. It didn't matter that her tight shit hole was not used to being stretched like this. He was just going to ram it in no matter how much it hurt. "C'mon bitch," he softly yelled. "Relax that ass. I want to fistfuck that tight shit hole." He pushed harder. Michelle groaned into the desktop as she gripped the edges tight. She was bracing herself for the most violating act that had ever been done to her. Her boss was about to stuff his fist up her rear end. He was in far enough now that the ball of his fist was passing through her anal ring and entering her ass. "Ohhhhh, Please!!.....Ohhhhhh!!..... It hurts,...." she panted out desperately. Michelle wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but knew she didn't dare. It felt like he was ripping her ass open and all she could do was let him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!..... Peter.......Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!....." But then suddenly she felt this quick entry pass into her body. He was in. Her anal hole relaxed a bit and gripped his wrist. His whole hand was inside her ass. "Fuck you're tight, you hot little bitch," he yelled in a whisper. After a short pause, she felt him pushing deeper. She was breathing heavily, recovering from the pain of his huge fist passing through her back hole. Then he began moving it, feeling around and actually going deeper with his hand. His fingers were probing inside her rectum. She felt him make a fist and begin fucking her ass. He was pumping his wrist back and forth through her hole and pounding her inner rectum. "How's that bitch?" "Like a good hard assfisting?" Michelle was afraid that she might pass out from trying to hold back any longer. The feeling of having her rectum abused like this was so intense. Every time he rammed his fist deep, her whole body slid on the desk. She felt like she was impaled on his fist and that he might shove his whole arm up into her body. Then she began feeling his fingers. They were somehow digging deeper. There was a tightness deep in her rectum and his fingers were touching it. Michelle never felt anything like it. It was instantly arousing her. What was happening? She could feel this sexual electricity building and building fast. She moaned. "Oh Peter... Ohhhhh... Ohhhhh..." "Like that spot, huh," he replied. "Ohhhh Peter... Oh my God....." "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Michelle didn't understand what was happening to her. It felt like she was going to orgasm. But how could that be? How could probing her rectum make her feel that way? Peter's fingers were teasing this spot deep in her bowels and it felt so good. Only minutes before she was pleading him not to do this. Now she was ready to beg him not to stop. The feeling of excitement was swelling up inside her and it was growing so fast. The way Peter was manipulating her soft delicate flesh inside her ass was arousing her enough that she knew she was going to cum. He kept toying with that spot. It was making her nuts. Then it seemed like in an instant her whole body tensed up. Peter couldn't believe it. She was approaching an orgasm. Michelle couldn't believe it either. And there was no stopping it. Michelle began shaking violently spread out on his desk. Peter kept probing deeper into her anal cavity and that did it. "OOhhhhhhhhh...Fuckkkkkkk!!....." She started cumming. "Michelle?...," Peter called out. "You hot little anal whore. You love it in the ass don't you?" He was rather enjoying the sight of her naked body squirming on his fist and sliding around on the desk. Peter figured that since she was enjoying this so much that he may as well use her ass like he always imagined. He slowly extracted his hand from her back hole. "OOuuuuhhhhhhhhh!!!" She groaned. As soon as he was out, he quickly forced it back in making her anal hole swallow his fist again. Her ass simply stretched wide-open and allowed Peter in. He repeated it over and over giving Michelle a hard anal fist fucking. She moaned and grunted while bouncing around on his desk. It was the first anal orgasm of her life. It felt so good, but all Michelle could do was grunt. She knew she couldn't scream out as much as she wanted too. The next thing she knew, Peter was standing behind her shoving that huge cock of his up her ass. This time it went in easily. Her asshole was so wide open he slid his entire length all the way in. He buttfucked Michelle, furiously ramming his cock up her shitter. Michelle just kept moaning. "Oh, Peter.... Ohhhhh My God...." He grabbed hold of her breasts squeezing them while he rode her ass. And then it seemed to happen so quickly. Cum began pouring into her. She could feel it. She could feel his cock throbbing and dumping his load deep into her rectum. When her body finally went limp Peter knew she was coming back to reality, He pulled his cock out. Michelle slowly slid off the desk completely exhausted. It took a little while, but she managed to pull on her panties and skirt. Peter gave Michelle a little kiss and patted her cheek. "You keep getting better and better," Peter complimented. "That was the best assfuck I've had. Who would have thought it would be a housewife with a virgin ass." "My God Peter," Michelle panted still out of breath. "I've never felt anything like that. I'm still shaking. You make me feel so dirty and yet so good." Back at her desk Michelle tried to work. She could feel her panties getting wet from his cum seeping out. And her anal hole still felt so stretched. It was sore too. The rest of the morning her mind wandered on what happened in her manager's office. Obviously it didn't matter when Peter wanted her, even while they were supposed to be working. Michelle figured she was going to be used as a slut whenever he felt the urge. She wondered what he might have in mind next? She wanted more. _________________________________ NiteWriter Send comments to the link below. Michelle Ch. 04 After the event involving 2 foreign workers (Michelle Ch 03). I believed my brother was clear about my sexuality; that I am an exhibitionist. And his attention propels me to stripe off totally. And he also indicated to me that looking at my body turned him on. However, we went into another long 'silence' period after that. He was still struggling with himself (I thought so), still strived to maintain his best manner as my brother, keeping his visions and actions well guarded. Despite of my brother's non-responsiveness, my interest in exhibitionism continued to drive my every aspects of daily life. The most obvious effect was my clothing. I started to wear sexy and skimpy outfit. That were few incidents I went to the grocery shop braless. After that, I tried once wearing hot pant without my panties on. When the shopkeeper squatted in front of me to take the can food for me, his face was just a foot away from my crotch. I had an orgasm at the moment, knowing the chances of him seeing my pussy under the hemline. On the other hand, the renovation of my brother's new house had finished. He has brought some furniture but there were few items still pending. That day, he wanted to shop for his bedroom furniture. We decided to visit the furniture mall that located along the LDP. That day I wore a floral print yellowish tube dress made of silk. The dress has an adjustable ribbon round my upper chest to hang the dress on my body. It was quite short and only covered the most 3 inches down my thighs. Even then, that was generous amount of my chest and cleavage showing. I had retied the ribbon a few times to get the dress well position so that the hemline was low enough and yet the chest was not too exposed. The silk fabric although was extensively printed with small floral patterns, it was quit thin and transparent. And I had the under layer removed. If you stood just few feet away, you'll be able to see some details of my skin. Underneath the dress, I wore a matching milky yellow silk bra and G-string. From a certain distance, you would think that I am naked underneath the dress. It was a weekday, not much of customers around the furniture mall. Most of the shop we entered was without customer. So we received full attention from sales persons. Most of them followed us and tried to make a deal, some of them was attracted by my little shows of sitting down, bending my waist or crossing, uncrossing my legs. However, after walking from one shop to another, none of the item actually interests us. My brother was bored. However, my mind started to run wild after received some attention and stares. My mind was pondering something to stir the boring day and my bored brother; and telling him what is available to him. It was the last shop that I entered. A young man greeted us as we entered the shop. A woman at the around fifties was reading newspaper on the office desk uninterested to our presence. Another young man and a young lady probably younger than twenties were sitting lazily on the sofa. Soon they were attracted, probably to me, and my handsome brother. "Anything in particular you are looking for?" The young man asked after following us a while. "We were looking for bedroom furniture," I answered. "Great, they are all up stairs. Please follow me," The young man led us to the stair and we went up. The two youngsters followed. It was true; they were all up stair. All was bedroom furniture and nothing else. The whole floor was partitioned into many open sided 'rooms', each exhibiting bedroom furniture of difference design in various styles and tones. Max was interested. But I was not as I was still not figured out what to do. But I played along. Followed my brother from one room to another. Then I saw my image in the mirror and I was alive instantly. The game was on. I stood straight in front of the full-length mirror of a wardrobe with my hands at my waist. "Max, can you see that.'' I spoke to my brother behind me, deliberately raising my voice. He turned back and looked at my face in the mirror. "Can you see that? This mirror is not even, my image is a bit out of shape! See!" My voice immediately caught everybody's attention. Everyone stopped and looked at me. "Look at my chest. Can you see that my right side looks bigger than my left?" I swayed side to side as if to examine the reflection. "Really!" My brother was curious. "No, they are equal, both are as big," He lowered his head to compare and gave his genuine opinion. "No, the right side is bigger. Is this grade C mirror?" I raised my voice again. "No, they are all grade B mirrors," The young lady answered. "How come my right breast looks bigger?" I changed the word 'chest' to a more explicit word 'breast'. "Come over and see for yourself," I waved to the young lady. I turned to face them, untied the knot and pulled my dress down to reveal my chest. My tits half covered under the silk bra came right in front of the young lady. She was surprised by my sudden exposure and probably fascinated to see a pair of fully developed breast half exposed to her eyes. She was blushed but still wearing her sweet smile. "I want you to look at them carefully. Are they equal in size and shape," I looked at her and hands lightly contoured the sides of my tits. "Emm... Ahh... I think... Yes, they are equal, perfectly equal," She was embarrassed having to deliberately look at my tits in front of three men. "Now, come behind me and look at them again in the mirror, see if they are equal," I turned to face the mirror. From the reflection, I saw my brother. Blushed and rubbing his face with his hand. I thought he knew I was playing my game. The lady came behind me and taken a serious look. "Emm... Actually... they are equal. Well... the right side could have been bigger... I can't tell. Sorry," She was confused and embarrassed. The two young boys came closer not wanting to miss the show. "Yesss, its bigger on the right side. OK! May be lady is not that sensitive to body shape. How about you two, can help me to check?" I turned to look at the two young boys. Did not attempt to cover my bare chest. They came up few feet in front of me. The young lady moved to the side and sat on the bed. My brother pulled a chair from under the make-up desk and sat closer behind me, where he can see the whole reflection of my body in the mirror. He adjusted his pant near his crotch to free space for his hard on. He deliberately leaned his back lazily at the chair to pretend a relax, not bordered look. But from his face, I knew he was excited. The two youngsters stood in front of me were anxious. Kept rubbing their shaky hands on around their hips and crotch. Occasionally pushed their hards on to release the pressure that was slowly building up. "Can you two look carefully at my breasts, both of them, see whether they are perfectly identical," I pressed my two melons to the center and released them to generate the bouncing effect. The nipples immediate harden under the soft bikini bra and formed two shape tents that lightly outlined by the yellowish fabric. They mechanically moved back and for, up and down to take real look at my assets. They look at each other few times as if to ask the other to speak first. "Oh ya! You guys nowadays can see totally nude lady easily in the net right. May be this would help you to judge better," I let go of my hands, my dress just slid down my slander body smoothly. The dress dropped to my ankles. I slowly pulled the transparent strings down my shoulders and then untied the knot at my back. The two patches of triangle fall and revealed my creamy amber tits and hard nipples. Everyone was shocked. The lady on the bed covered her mouth with two hand and her eyes wide opened staring at my display few feet from her. Both young boys swallowed saliva involuntary with their hungry eyes fixed at my tits that proudly pointing at them. I glanced to my brother at my side. He sat straight, could not pretend relax any more. My tits were lightly jingling every time my chest raise and fall. The cool air made the nipples even harder. I rested my hands around my waist and pushed my chest to give emphasis to my two blossoms. "I am sure you guy have seen much bigger than this in the Internet. Come on, don't pretend innocent anymore. Take a good look, see if they are equal," I looked at them and they looked at my tits. "God, a real one! B, may be C!" One of them mumbered at his mouth. "How's it? Equal?" I walked closer to them. "Come on, just examine them carefully. Or you can measure them by your hands," I caught the chill sweaty hands of one of the youngster and brought them to my tits. "Come, cup it to check if they are equal," He spread his fingers slowly tried to cup my tits while I still holding his wrist. But he stopped when his palm touched my hard nipples. The contact sent a thrill to my spine and my pussy wet instantly. And it was my hands that turned shaky now. My breath grew heavier and my nipples lightly pressing on his palm in the rhythms of my breath. The light touchings of his palms against my nipples sent me to next level of excitement. I could not hold anymore. I pulled his hand to me and the two palms just cupped my hot inviting tits. He was still a gentleman, only lightly squeezed my tits twice then retreated his palms, leaving a thin film of moist sweat on my tits and the hard nipples. A strong feeling of unsatisfactoryness stroke my chest. I craved for more actions on my tits. "How, are they equal?" I asked. "Ya, ya, equal," He answered. I wondered if he could really feel the any difference. "OK! Now, look at the mirror and tell me," I continued holding his hand and retreated 2 steps, walked out of my dress on the floor and stopped in front of the mirror. I turned to face the mirror and looked at the young boy. He was awakened and went to my back and looked at my reflection. "Well?" I raised my arms to above my head, lightly turned my body left and right, my tits swayed left and right followed my body. Then I lowered my arms, stood straight and leaned my hands on the back of my hips. I looked at the youngster at the mirror. "How?" I turned to look at my brother in the mirror. Pushed up my chest forwand and my buttock backward. My hands slowly massaged my smooth ass cheek in circular motions. He was looking at my directior, but can't tell whether he was looking at my full front view of my body in the mirror or my buttock. He realized that I caught him looking at me, he switched to look at my face. He was embarrassed. "Miss, I think they look the same," The the boy commented. "What! It is so obvious, can't you see it?" I raised my voice. "Oh no! Look at my leg, the right leg is bigger than the left!" I continued my show. "This time, you should check. I think you friend got poor eye sight," I waved to another youngster. He came over to my back without hesitation. ''Not too fast, you have not check my actual breasts yet," I turned to my back, and my nipples briefly touched his shirt. "Backward a little bit and look at them carefully," I pushed his shoulder. He stepped back and looked at my breasts. "Better you use your hand too, just to make sure," I pushed my chest and rest my hands at my waist. The amber tits hung proud in front of the boy. He raised his two hands and lightly squeezed my tits. My hard nipples pocked at the center of his palms. "Your nipples are very hard, Miss. You sure you want to continue?" He gave me his mischievous smile. "What about the lower part. You said they are not balance too," He looked down at my crotch. "Oh yes! You better check them out too," I turned my back to him. I bent my body and my ass stick out pointing at the boy. "How, are the both sides equal?" I asked him. "Can't really tell. You see, your panties only cover part of your... You know... Can I adjusted you panties so that it's balance at both sides?" He said openly, everybody heard. My pussy suddenly wet. I felt my juice came out and stained on my panties that stuck in between my pussy lips. "OK! Suit yourself," I was excited. He tucked his finger under the string that ran down my ass crack. Slid his finger downward, he repositioned the string to the center of my valley. Then he spread the bottom panel neatly cover my pussy, not forgotten to feel my lips lightly with his fingers. "Now you panties is balance. Let's see," He held the sides of my butt with his hands and looked directly into my ass. It was the first time a man looked so carefully at my ass in the public. I felt my juice came out again and stained my panties. "Well, I really can't tell whether it's perfectly balance. You know... I would say it's roughly balanced," He commented. "No! You must be sure, can't just saying roughly balanced... May be this could help you, I think I better remove my panties, see if you can make up your mind," I was unable to restrain my impulsive action, I pulled my waistband and worked the panties all the way down my knees. The panties hung between my knees, the bottom panel hung flat in between with a wet spot clearly stained. "Whooo!" He was obviously fascinated by my boldness and perhaps my curvy display. I glanced back at my brother and saw him pulling his pants around his crotch, trying to park his hard on to a more comfortable position. "OK! Now check again, carefully," I bent down holding my ankles, knees straight like performing a leg muscles stressing. From the gap between my legs, I had my first ever view of my own exposed swollen pussy in the public. The inner lips were slightly sticking out from the crack between the two fat glittering lips. "Perfect! Perfect!" He held me at the sides of my butt, half squatted behind me with his eyes leveled with my sticking ass. "You buttock is perfectly symmetrical. Even your pussy lips are perfect, equally fat and pink," He did his detail observations which caused another flow of my juice sipping out from the moist crack. "Now, let's check the mirror," I turned my ass towards the mirror. "Umm... You are right… the mirror is not even… you are right," He said. "See! I've told you," I stood up straight and I was totally naked only wearing my heels. My face blushed with excitement, so did my naked body. The panties dropped to my ankles. "I think I better check the rest of them before I buy," I said. I knew it was weird to check the rest of them in this state of nudity. But I continued since no one spoke a word. I went to another display room in a half walking and half jumping manner leaving my panties on the floor. My tits and ass were bouncing up and down while I walked pass each and everyone of them. After a while, they followed me mechanically with their eyes glued to my exposed body. I continued to check other mirrors with everybody watching my naked body bending down and occasionally squeezing my tits in the process. My brother was holding my dress, panties and bra in front of his crotch. Probably tried to hide his hard on. My show eventually came to the end cause I can't do all the mirrors or it would seem like nuisance. After two 'mirrors checking', I said no point of me to check the rest of them because they are all uneven. I continued to walk in the nude with a pair of obviously erect nipples lead the way. My brother followed behind. Nothing was interesting until I saw a beautiful bed on display in front of the glass wall facing the main road. The bed was fitted with white and glossy fabrics. The bed attracted my immediate attention. All of the sudden, I wondered how the feeling is like when my skin touch against the seemingly soft and smooth bed sheets and the comforter. I stopped in front of the bed, reaching my hands to touch the bed. Just as I imagined, they felt so soft and smooth. I climbed my knees up onto the bed and knelt at all four. While still feeling my hands on the bed, I slowly lowered my face to feel the smoothness, and then my chest touched the bed as I slowly ground my body againt the length of the bed. My ass was sticking high into the air with few pairs of eyes looking. The sensations of touching coupled with the excitement of being watched from behind sent a surge of satisfaction all over my body. I almost cum on the bed. While I was still laying at my stomach on the bed enjoying my new found sensations. The woman came up and saw me. "Ai yoo... What are you doing miss, how can you do that on my bed," "You shameless bitch, don't you dirty my bed sheets. Get out of my shop. Out! Out!" The red-faced woman shouted out from her lung. I was shocked, so as the rest of us. I quickly jumped out of the bed and turned to my brother. He quickly threw my dress to me, but not my bra and panties. "Max, my panties and bra!" I shouted to him. I was panic. "Get out now!" The angry lady shouted again at us. "No time for your underwear! You'll be fine with just that," He was wearing his funny smile in his face as he threw my underwears to the top of a wardrobe nearbu. My panties and bra were gone. "You think so?" I blushed. I quickly put on my dress and heels then went out of the shop. Max drove the car and we were on the road. "Oh! My god! I can't go without my underwear," I realized how transparent the dress was when I look down my chest. The worst thing was that I tied the knot too much making the tube dress hung higher on my chest and the hemline rose higher completely exposed my thighs. "Brother, please turn back to take them," I begged my brother. "No need. You are fine with just your dress," He was smiling to me. "You mean, I look OK now… without… now?" I tried to find out what he really meant. At the same time, I was excited by what came to my mind. "Yes. Without your underwear, you look fine," He replied. "But I can see the shadow of my... nipples, can't you see them," "Not really... OK. Only if I really look at them carefully," He glanced at my chest. "So, where are we going now," I asked. Anxious about what come next. "Well, we still have one whole day to go. What about Suria KLCC? I haven't got a chance to go there," He suggested. "KLCC! You want to go to KLCC? Now?" I was surprised by his suggestion. Suria KLCC is a very busy shopping mall in the center of Kuala Lumpur. Though I sounded like surprise and reluctance, but my pussy was responded favorable to the idea. I was really turned on by the idea; wearing just my mini tube dress to Suria KLCC! I read a lot of exhibitionist stories that happened in shopping mall. I was about to experience some of those instances! The anticipation caused my nipples constantly erect on our way to KLCC. It was noon when we arrived. We parked at P3 (basement level 3) of the basement car park. We went up from the basement car park to the shopping mall using the escalators. I anxiously looked up as we were approaching the escalator. I had a thrill all over my body; the escalator was so steep. I told my self may be it was my nervousness that scared me, the escalator was just fine. Nevertheless, I involuntary pulled my hem as I stepped on the escalator. I saw many people going up or coming down the escalator. It was a busy time because it was lunch hour. I was still nervous because the dress was just felt too light on my body as if I was not wearing anything at all. The light waving hem was constantly touching on my upper thighs reminding me of how close I am into exposing my pussy. Probably by now, everyone behind me could definitely look up my naked pussy, including my brother that followed behind me. Although I did not really turn back to confirm, I was certain that I was being watched, especially my brother. A sense of shame stroked me and I instantly closed my thighs together and found out the increasing wetness of my sex. Michelle Ch. 04 Mentally, I thought I was not ready for public nudity. But my body definitely liking it, especially my pussy. The short travel up was taken like minutes to me. I reached P1 (basement level 1) and I had another thrill as I looked up the escalator that linked to the lower ground floor of the shopping mall. The escalator was much longer than before, reaching higher than the two before. My two nipples instantly harden like two grapes on top of my tits. And the strong wind blew down from the shopping mall pressed my dress onto my body, clearly outlined my state of arousal. I naturally crossed my arms in front of my chest, tried to keep warm and hide my erect nipples. "Cold?" My brother asked from behind me. "Ya. The cold wind," I replied. I felt really cold as I entered into the shopping mall. May be I was just too excited and anxious. I walked into a watch shop near the escalator to check myself in the mirror behind the display racks. I saw my nipples so clearly until the little numps on my areolas were faintly visible. I again felt a sense of shame in me and I just wanted to hide away. But as I took my steps, I knew my pussy was already dripping wet. The exhibitionistic devil inside me has grown bigger. "May be we go to the KLCC Park first, it's warmer there," I suggested after walk through a few shop lots with my hands crossed in front of my chest. "OK, which way to go?" He asked. "Just follow the escalator at the center of the mall, where we first came out from the carpark," I pointed toward the center of the mall. He held my hand and we walked to the direction of the escalator leading to the ground floor. I realized I was started to attract attentions as my tits were bouncing up and down freely. Max seemed to realize that too. He held my hand firmly and walked faster, making my unconstraint tits bouncing vigorously every step I took. Few shoppers turned their heads to check on me when I walked passed them. We were almost half running when we reached the escalator. And I was in full flash after the short 'running' and the attentions I received. He turned back to look at me with a brief glance at my chest. Did my brother purposely lead me running through the mall? We stepped up the escalator and my brother reached his hand behind me and landed on the side of my ass check like a couple. Then his hand slowly traveled up my hip, pulling my hem higher up. He did it so naturally as if he was my boy friend. No one would suspect he actually wanted to expose my pussy to shoppers behind. My heart was pounding faster and faster. I did not expect my brother to purposely expose me in the public. Although I have fantasized myself flashing in the shopping mall, but I was not prepared to acting it out at that moment of time. But, did he really showing me off right now? "Warmer?" He asked me while his hand lightly stroking my hip under the flimsy fabric. I felt my dress traveled up and down following his hand. "Yes, better now," I answered. In fact, it was really getting warmer, especially my pussy. I was exposing both my tits and ass to the shoppers on my way up to group floor. Almost every one on the opposite escalator took a look at my chest and the erect nipples that obviously outlined. Off cause, the shoppers stood behind me would definitely had a clear view up my ass and my moist pussy. "Woo… So beautiful!" We finally reached the ground floor and walk out of the building into the park. The water fountain show was on; many people especially foreign tourists were enjoying the water-dancing show at the center of the pool. "Is this the KLCC Park?" My brother asked me. "Ya. It is very big. Got children swimming pool and playgroup over the other side of the pool," I pointed into the far end of the pool. "Great! Let go," He held my hand again and walked toward the direction I just showed. "Now! Under the hot sun?" I was reluctance, because it was noon, and the sun was shining right at the top of the sky. "Why not. Come, let's go," He pulled me at my hand and we walked toward the park. But this time he walk at normal pace, did not seem to be interested in forcing me running. "You know Michelle, I'm happy to be with you again," He talked to me as we walk. He was wearing the most beautiful smile, a smile of relief and freedom that's been missing since the day of our reunion. "Me too, brother. I'm grad that you are here, with me now," I answered. I sensed that my brother had just come to term with something that kept bordering him for some time. Although the sun was burning my skin, I was still very much enjoyed the walk with my brother. We did not go to the children pool. Instead, we just walked through the paths aimlessly round the park as we continue our conversations. As we were still walking the path, suddenly I heard sharp sounds of water shooting out through small opening. Then I saw not too far from us sprays of water shooting up from the group into the air like a big eager opened up her wings. Immediately, almost the whole area in front of us was raining with water that spray out from the watering valve that fitted on the group. We were so fascinated by the beautiful scenery in front of us. However, few seconds after that, I heard the same but louder sound of water around us. It came to our area now. In the split of second, we were in the rain. Water kept spraying onto our body from all directions. "Run! Michelle, Run!" My brother shouted. He quickly turned back and pulled my hand and we both ran at full strength. We ran until we reached the children playground, but it was too late. My dress was totally soaked and the sheer silk clung to my body like second layer of skin. And I was breathing heavily to catch back more oxygen into my lung, which caused my tits to rising up and down under the sheer dress. Few people stopped to look at my wet body, including Max. Some just glanced at me while still walking their direction. I was totally helpless with no place to hide my body. I hide myself behind Max tried to block most of the people view. When I stood behind Max, my nipples occasionally brushed at my brother's back. Then I realized how erect my nipples were, how turn on I was in the mist of this embarrassment. I held my brother's hand and pulling him away from the children playground. Then I found that my high heels were both broken. But I continued to walk pulling my brother from behind. Few men in their office attire kept following us. I kept walking hoping to escape them, but they just followed. And everyway we went, there were people around. And the number of people following behind us was getting more and more. My nipples were getting harder and harder every step I walked and I felt my juice continued dripping from my soaked pussy. Finally we reached a deserted path with no one around, but few people still followed behind us. "Michelle. May be you should stop walking. Otherwise they will keep on following you," My brother pulled my hand and we stopped. We sat on a chair under a tree. Those people slowed down but they did not stop walking. They were all looking at my still exposed tits when walked pass us and reluctantly turned back their head after the last scan on my body. I was finally escaped from that rather embarrassing situation. "You OK?" My brother asked after brief glance at my tits. "OK! Thanks. But I got to wait for my dress to dry before going anywhere," I replied. "It's my fault. I shouldn't throw away your underwear," "Well. It's fine. It was… kind of exciting… You know I love it… don't you?" I forced out a smile to conceal my embarrassment. But I really mean it, I did love it. "You really did? You love what happened to you just now?" I felt even more embarrassed by his question. I just noted my head without answering him. I turned my head to hide my flushed face. "Just now when we came out to the ground floor, do you …umm... Never mine… Uhh… Let go to buy my new shoes. Shall we?" I wanted to ask him whether he did purposely pulled me to walk faster. But I did not ask the question, thought it might be better to let thing unspoken. "OK. Let's go back shopping," We walked slowly back to the shopping mall and the same time getting much attention along the way. My dress almost dried up when we reached the shopping mall. The shopping mall was still as busy as before. We walked into a shop that specialized in fashion lady shoes. Many ladies looked up my body when I was looking through the selections. A few male shoppers accompanying their partners kept checking me out too. I was distracted by their attentions and could not make up my mind which pair to try. My brother was quietly following me. He was checking me out too. "Why not buy a sport shoes, you said you wanted a new pair, right?" My brother asked when we came out from that shop. "Ya. Thanks for reminding me. I wanted a new pair of sport shoes," "Sport shoes then," He held my hand and we walked to the sportswear shop nearby. The shop was crowded with shoppers. No one pay attention to us as we entered. But very soon, a salesman came to me. "Welcome. How can I help you?" He greeted us with a smile. "I'm looking for a pair of sport shoes," I replied. "Any sport in particular?" He asked as he started scanning me head to toes. "No. But I play tennis sometime," "I can see that. You got a pair of sexy legs," He glanced at my legs again before leading us to the sports shoes section. "Here. All these will be your choices," "Thanks," "No problem! Take your time," He walked back few steps and stood there. I went near the display racks and casually glanced through the selection. He still stood there just looking at me although other salesmen were busy serving customers and a few customers were holding shoes in their hands waiting to be served. After a while, two shoppers were attracted and walked closer to me and pretended like looking for shoes in the same section. My nipples harden again knowing that few pairs of eyes were looking into my naked body behind the flimsy dress. I started losing my focus again and not able to make up my mind. "This one is nice. Michelle. This one looks good on you too," My brother made his suggestions. "OK! I think I like to try them," I looked over to the salesman. "Can I have size 5 please," I told him. He quickly came over and checked the product codes then disappeared into the storeroom. After a while, he came out of the storeroom with two shoeboxes in his hands. "This way please," He pointed at the chair in front of him and asked me to go over there to try my shoes. I walked over and my brother and the two shoppers followed. The salesman took out a pair of the shoes and handed to me. I took the shoes and sat on the chair. My hem rose dangerously high up my thigh almost revealing my uncovered pussy. I distinctly closed my knees tight. My heart raced again. I was just a step away from showing off my pussy. Should I just give them a show? But the reflection in the mirror scared me. There were just too many people around. I could not overcome my fear. I kept my knees closed. But slowly I realized it was difficult for me to put on sport shoes with my two knees tightly closed to each other. And I realized my nipples were rock hard again, pushing out under the sheer dress. The light friction between my erect nipples and the silky fabric was like a spell, slowly took control over my mind. My desire slowly engulfed my body. I gave up. I spread my thighs a bit and let one of my hand went in between them so that I can pull the shoe up my heel. But the shoe was just too tight; I didn't managed to put it on. The salesman was very alert. After I spread my thighs, he quickly half knelt beside me as if I needed his assistance. "Any problem? You need any help?" He asked while trying to peek under my hem. "I'm alright. Just that I need to loosen up the shoelace; it's just too tight. May be you can help me," I realized the situation was getting interesting. He could either take the shoe from me to loosen up the shoelace, or he could just do it while the shoe is still half fitted onto my foot. He did the later way. He went in front of me, half knelt and started to work on the shoe that still half fitted on my foot. My heart started to pounce faster, a man was working on my shoelace in front of me and I did not wear my panties. He was taking his time for his job and occasionally peeked into the deep end between my thighs. My pussy became wetter every time he peeked. When he finished loosen the shoelace, he pulled open the shoe and asked me to insert my leg further into the shoe. I pushed my foot in while he pulled the shoe up. He was pulling very hard. By time my foot went in, the shoe was already a foot up above the floor and my wet pussy revealed before him. With the lips slightly parted and the glittering swollen clit briefly showed. "Opps! Sorry, I pulled too hard," He apologized after my foot dropped back on the ground and my pussy disappeared behind the hem. "Don't worry about it. I guess it always got to do it the hard way, right?" I smiled to him. We were both flushed. "Opps! Excuse me," I pull my hem down and secretly squeezed my itchy pussy with my thighs. "Can you help me to do the other one, please?" I asked him. "My pleasure," He happily accepted my request. The rest of those around us did not want to miss the next upcoming action. They stood nearer to us and one of them just stood beside the salesman and looked on. The salesman was getting very excited. His face was red and his tip of his tongue kept licking his lips. I thought his mouth and lips were drying up. He loosen the shoelace of the other shoe and placed the shoe on the floor near my bare foot. I slowly rose my foot and did the same thing again. I pushed and he pulled. And my leg went up and down few times as he his hands tried to fit my foot into the shoe. And my pussy was fully on display, giving everyone unobstructed view. I was so turned on by the attentions that were all focused on my swollen lips. Finally my other foot fitted in. He tied up the shoelaces and stood up looking at me. "Thank you very much, you are the most caring salesman I've ever meet!" I gave him a smile and stood up. "How is it, Max?" I turned to my brother and asked his opinion. "Looks nice. Comfortable?" "Let's see," I walked a few step back and for to feel the shoes. "The best way is you run and jump a bit to really see if it is comfortable on you," My brother suggested. "Do I really have to do that?" I asked. "Yes, you should. Many people do that," The salesman supported my brother. "OK! I think I should," Our conversations have captured the rest of the shoppers' attentions and they started looking at me. My nipples erect again, pocking out on top of my tits like two bullets. I slowly walked to the center of the shop to where the main walkway was. Then I started to run the entrance and returned to the back end of the shop while almost everyone was looking, my tits bounced up and down behind the semi sheer fabric. I ran back and for twice and then stopped at the middle of the walkway. I felt my whole body was on fire. "Try jumping," My brother said. "OK!" I jumped with my two legs slightly apart. My hem flew up revealing my crotch when I landed my feet on the floor. A few people laughed. I quickly covered them back with my hands and I felt so embarrassed. But no one knew that my pussy was actually extremely wet, perhaps except my brother. "Would you like to try this pair as well?" The salesman took the other pair and walked towards me. "One more to go!" I was a bit terrified knowing that I got another pair to try on, while everyone in the shop was already watching me. I was not sure whether I could handle it. "Let me help you," My brother joined the salesman and walked toward me too. "Sit down. Michelle," They stopped in front of me. I did not know how to response. I sat on the bench somewhere at the center of the shop obediently like being hypnotized. My thighs were closed and my hands landed beside me. "We'll help you to put on your new pair. OK," I noted in silence, like a patient to be examined by her doctor. "You do the right, I do the left," My brother told the salesman. Then both of them knelt in front of me and started untied the shoelaces. After that, they started taking my shoes off and my legs were spread and pulled. And my naked wet pussy just helplessly exposed to everyone again. The worst thing was that they pulled so hard until my ass slid few inches to the front and my whole naked crotch came out from the hem and revealed to everyone in the shop. "Ahh… Don't pull..." I was getting extremely excited and there was only half way through. Finally, both shoes were taken off. And it turns for the new pair. They did not wait for me to react. They just held a shoe at their hands and started putting them onto my feet. "Michelle, push you feet," My brother reminded me. "Uhh..." And the action began. This time my legs were spread even further apart and my knees rose higher up the air. My soaked pussy lips just kept wide opened until my inner labia and swollen clit were totally on display. My tits at the same time were genteelly swaying side to side under the sheer fabric. The crowd at the entrance was getting bigger. Finally, they managed to put on my new shoes. I was highly turned on having exposed myself in front of so many strangers. I stood up and looked at the crown. "Run and jump!" Someone shouted. "OK!" I was just can't control my instinct anymore. I was breathing heavily and my whole body turned red. I ran back and for few rounds. My tits bounced vigorously like never before. Then I jumped few times without covering my crotch when my hem flew up. Everyone was enjoying my show. "Michelle, why not you try this tennis skirt too, see whether it matches your new shoes," I heard my brother voice from behind. I turned back and frozen in action. My brother was holding a pink colored tennis skirt and walked to me. I was wondering what he meant by 'try' the tennis skirt! "I think this skirt just match your shoes perfectly," He was wearing his mischievous smile. "You think so? You want me to try it now? Here?" I asked softly. He did not answer. He put the skirt down and then untied the knot of my tube dress. Everyone was silent. He released the string and my tube dress just flew down to my feet and I was completed naked in the middle of the shop with only a pair of sport shoes. I mechanically step out of the dress and my brother helped me to put on the tennis skirt. It was a wrap skirt and pretty short. My brother went behind me and wrapped the skirt round my waist. It was too high up my waist almost touching my belly button. He pulled the hem and the skirt slid down my skin. I was at the edge of cumming. "Ask them whether they match," My brother held and shoulders and turned me to face the biggest crowd at around the entrance. A thrill ran through my spine. "My brother wanted to know whether the skirt matches the shoes," I asked nervously. "Perfect," "You are most beautiful without the skirt," "Bend down and ask them whether it is to short," My brother commanded me from behind. "Is it too short, can you see my buttock if I bend down?" I turned my back to the crowd, bent down and asked. I felt my pussy was exposed. The skirt only managed to cover part of my ass. "Take it off!" Someone shouted and then everybody followed "Take it off! Take it off…" I was like hypnotized by them and just released the clasp. The skirt unwrapped my crotch and I was completely naked again. Everybody clapped. Suddenly, my brother pulled my arm and led me into the changing room and put my tube dress into my hand. Michelle Ch. 04 I heard the jeering noise from outside. "Put it back on, we got to go. OK?" "Why?" "I think the security guard is coming, we may get caught. Hurry up!" Then he closed the door and walked away. I leaned on the wall and tried to regain control from the height of my sexual height. My nipples were still hard as steel and my pussy were still on fire. The moment my fingers touched my pussy, my thighs involuntary closed and pressed hard on my hand that trapped below my pussy. The surge of orgasm came through my body. "Hahhhh…" "Michelle! Are you ready?" My brother called from outside the door and I was back to reality. "Michelle!" He called again. "Just a minute!" I put on my dress and opened the door. My brother was holding a beg standing outside. "Let's go," He held my hand firmly and we walked out of the shop. We went straight toward the car park to retrieve our car. On the way back, I gathered enough courage and asked my brother a question, "You enjoy yourself just now?" "Yes. I do," "What about you, you enjoy?" He asked without looking at me. I didn't answered. But I really enjoyed myself. We reached home at around 1.30 afternoon. Max entered the house first; he sat on the sofa and staring at me while I was walking into the guest area holding the beg containing my new sport shoes and my tennis skirt. I stopped and looked back at him. "You still owe me an answer," He voice was load and assertive, sounded like I have to answer him. "Umm... Yes, I enjoyed it very much. Especially the part you help me put on my shoe…" "Why?" He asked. "Why… Cause I knew you wanted to spread my pussy for others to see… And I knew you were looking at my pussy too… That's turned me so horny… I can't resist," He looked deep into my eyes, slowly swallowed his saliva through his throat. His Adam's apple moved up then descended slowly to its original position. He took a slow deep breath and said, "Michelle, I like how you look just now and I want to see you like that again," I was stunned, we both silent for a while. His eyes stared strait into mine. "You mean just now, in the park… or in the sports shop? Which look?" My heart started to pound heavily, felt like my blood is going to shot out of my throat. My brother has for the first time told me directly that he like to look at my body and requested me to show him my body again. But, which look he is was taking about. How he wanted me to show him again. All the images of myself just flashed over my mind. Which one he is talking about? When I was in the park, with my dress soaked wet and all transparent? In the sports shop wearing my mini tube dress and a pair of sports shoes? With only tennis skirt and my sport shoes, or just my sports shoe and nothing else? Which one he meant? Which look he want to see me like that again? "The one you had your new shoes and the skirt round your waist," He replied with his eyes sparkled with lust. "Oh ya, that look," A hot flush stroke my face and my nipples harden. Not knowing how to respond, I just continued the conversation as 'formal' and 'usual' as if we are talking about something ordinary. A short silence came between us. I started to realize what is up for me. "You mean you want to see me like that again… now?" I asked anxiously. "Yes... Now... Here," Three simple and strict words came out from his mouth, sounded more like a command than a request. He was still staring into my eyes. His face was red. My heart pounded even faster. My brother just requested me to change into a pair of shoes, a skirt cover and nothing else. There was no curtain yet to cover the sliding door. Although no one was staying opposite yet, the thought of anyone outside can get a clear view into our house was enough to turn my pussy into a hot muffin. "You want me to change now, here?" I asked again 'formally' cause I really don't know how should I continue with this strange situation and what is that best tone or mood to use. "No, here will be better, more space for you," He pointed to the space between him and the TV. "OK," I walked over to the place few feet in front of my brother. I dropped the beg containing the cloth that I shall be wearing soon. He was sitting on the sofa with his fingers wondering on his thigh. His vision started to fleeting around my body, up and down, left and right. He was getting anxious and same time excited. "My shoes are out side, can I?" I realized my shoes were outside. "Go. Go get them," His briefly waved his right hand to the door behind him. I retrieved the shoes and returned to the same spot I stood just now. "Which one first? How?" I asked a silly question as if I did not know how to change. But it was not silly after all for I have never face such situation before. Not silly because I was trying to comply with his fantasy. "Up to you… Umm, may be take off your dress first… up to you," Obviously my brother did not know either. "OK, take off my dress first," I put down my shoes beside my foot then I raised my fingers to untie the knot up on my chest that provide that single support for my dress to stay on my otherwise naked body. Images of a girl performing strip show came to my mind. Should I be doing a stripe show or what? Should I move my body like a striptease? Should I squeeze my tits before removing my dress? Should I pull my hem to flash my pussy? Should I sway my body and finger my wet pussy first before striping off? With all the questions hanging in my mind, I just untie the knot, without any single movement of my other part of my body, much contrary to what was in my mind. I was breathing heavily and started to fell the stiffness of my body. I was simply too tensed to act. All my fantasies of flashing my brother were useless. None of my dreams of showing off my body to my brother could come to action at this moment of time. I was taking off my dress in a way much like letting a doctor to examine my body. But my nipples were rock hard under the thin fabric. I never felt my nipples like this before, so hard until it felt like ripping off on top of my tits. I untied the knot and the dress started to fall. I held the dress and let it slowly slid down my naked body. My tits now fully exposed and my painfully erect nipples were pointing at the air above my brother head. The dress fell on my feet. I continued standing there naked giving my brother an unobstructed view of my beautiful body. "Which one first, brother?" I asked again. "Up to you… Shoes first, if you like…" He replied with a brief glance on my face before looking back at my chest. The vivid memory of how he put my shoe on in the shop came back suddenly. How my pussy spread out for everyone to see. How he looked strict into my wide opened pussy and swollen clit. May be a spread pussy is his favorite. My pussy instantly wet. I sat down on the floor facing my brother with my half bent knees spread a foot away. I felt my pussy lips parted and my inner lips poke out into the air. I can feel that he was looking at my pussy now. I did not look at my brother; partly because I thought that would give him all the freedom to look at whatever he wished, partly also because I was embarrassed as my pussy continued to swell and wet under his visual treatment. I picked up the right side shoe and brought my right foot near to the base where my thigh joined to my ass. The thigh now was pressing on my right tit giving my hard nipple some rough massage. At the same time, my left knee simultaneously fell to the side. Then I started to put on the shoe to my right feet. It was not a graceful posture especially for a lady to be in front of a man, but it was a great posture for me. My thigh was stroking and squeezing my tit and the hard nipple on top. And my pussy was spread opened to my brother. I felt my juice was slowly seeping out from my pussy crack. After the right foot, I took another shoe and do the same thing again. By the time I finished, my pussy crack was glittering and swollen, highly aroused by their own shameful display. I stood up again. Now I was wearing only my sports shoes and naked all the way up to my face. I leaned down to retrieve the skirt. Do up the buttons and the clasp, the skirt now covering my crotch but leaving my thighs exposed all the way down to my feet. I looked at my brother and asked, "This look?" "Yes, this look. Michelle, you are so sexy," He greedy eyes never let go of my body, still looking up and down and a tent was built right at his crotch. "Thanks, brother. You want to see me running and jumping again?" My offered myself to give him the same show again exclusively for him. My tits jingled slightly. "No, no. I just like to see you like this," He replied. "You mean wearing this around the house?" I asked. "Yes. Like this. Keep it this way, Michelle," He looked at me and forced out a smile on his still excited face. "OK," I noted. "Got to wash this dress, few times lying on the floor since this morning, poor thing," I took a step forward, turned to my back and bent down at my waist to pick up the dress on the floor. I knew my ass would be showing to my brother. I thought that would be the game; I wear the outfit he like me to wear, I flash my body for him to watch. "Got to send them to dobi Brother. Your washing machine not arrived yet," I carried the dress and walked to the toilet. When I came out from the toilet, my brother was gone. I looked at my reflection in the sliding door; my chest was completely bare, so as my long slender legs, with a pair of sports shoes on, standing in the middle of the house. It's kind of funny, but it was really sexy. Seeing myself in just sports shoes and a tennis skirt turned me on. And I started to register the complete implication: I was expected stay half naked for the rest of the day around the house. Then I saw my brother coming down the stairs carrying a paper box with his two hands. He sat on the sofa and placed the paper box on the floor. "Come here, Michelle," He waved to me and then pointed his finger to the same spot I put on my shoes. I walked to the spot and stood there. "You said you like to show me your naked body, right?" He asked me. "Yes," I answered. "And you did say you like to be watched... Let others seeing you naked, right?" "Yes, I am," I answered. What's up next, I wondered. "And you did say you would do anything to make me happy," He leaned forward, getting very serious with his question. "Yes," "OK! Michelle, listen carefully. From today onward, I want you to follow what I say completely. Can you do that?" "Completely?" "Yes, completely. No question asked, no condition, no bargain. Can you?" I was expected to answer without knowing what I would be getting into. But my inner voice compelled me to say yes. "Yes. I will," "Good, from now on you shall follow my rules. First rules, whenever you are at home, you only allowed to wear maximum 2 pieces of clothing, including you underwear" He looked at me for my acknowledgement. "Yes," I answered. "Second, during weekend and Sunday, whatever you do, wherever you are, at home or outside, you only allowed to wear maximum 2 pieces of clothing, including your underwear," What kind of rule! "Yes," "Third, on top of the first and second rule, you shall wear whatever I asked, do whatever I asked, anytime, anywhere. Can you do that?" I took a deep breath and tried to understand this opened ended rule. "You mean just do whatever you asked." "Correct. Whatever I say. Don't worry, I am not turning you my slave," "Yes," I answered bravely. ''Very good! Now, I want you to keep this box of clothing, it's yours. I may want you to wear them later," He pushed the box to me. I squatted down to open the box. "Take off you skirt, Michelle," I raised my head and looked at my brother. At the same time, I heard the sounds of motorcycles from outside. The neighboring college students were coming back. I realized my brother's intention. They can see me from their car porch area cause our door was opened. I undone the buttons and threw the skirt on the floor. Two of the guys passed by and saw me through the opened door. I looked at them. They quickly turned they head and glanced at each other with that 'you see it?' look. "I bought you some new panties and bras. Why don't you try it out now," He pointed at the paper box. I opened it and found five or six pairs of lingerie on top. I picked up a pair of yellow colored panties and put it on. It was a low-rise thong, a bit tight and small, however it did manage to cover my sex. Then I tried the bra. It was a full cup bra almost covered my two melons. But it was made of very thin and soft fabric, just like the thong. The bra did cover my assets completely, but the thin and soft fabric did nothing to hide the shape of my erect nipples and the curvy tits. Below, it hugged tightly on my pussy like a second layer of skin, revealing every details of my pussy. "I like it. It fits you so nicely, Michelle," "Thanks," "Put on the apron, I always like to imagine you in apron." He pulled back the box and dig out a piece of apron. It was a very simple white apron. Much like those apron commonly used by the food stalls in hawker center. It was just one piece of white cotton cloth with a string to hang round the neck and 2 strings round the waist. I put it on and I realized why my brother chooses this apron. It did not cover the chest properly, leaving a big hole on each side. And it was soft and thin, briefly outlined my nipple eventhough I was wearing my bra. "OK, now I want you to rinse all these new bras and panties and bring them over to our neighbor. Tell them you just moved in and got no cloth hanger. Then ask them if you can borrow their hanger and hang them at their place. When you come back, I want you to have only 2 pieces on," "You clear with what your task is?" "Very clear," I picked up all the lingerie and walked into the washroom. While the tap water slowly filling up the basin, I started to throw the delicate pieces of my new lingerie into the water one by one. I was astonished; those were the kinkiest underwear I ever had. Furthermore, I am going to my neighbor and hang all of these little flirty and slutty pieces on the laundry line just outside their sliding door. And I was supposed to lose some more pieces before I can come back. I was getting excited. What reason can I give to take off the apron that I am wearing? I briefly rinsed and squeezed the lingerie to drain the excess water. With all the wet lingerie in my two hands, I walked over to my neighbor. They did not close the main gate, so I walked strait into the car porch area and stop out side the main door. "Umm..." I cleared my throat. One of the boys was watching the TV show, two other laying on the floor reading the newspapers. They all turned to me. "Hai, I'm your new neighbor, Michelle. I just moved in few day ago," I pushed my chest, hoping to refresh their memory about what they have seen minutes ago. The two guys on the floor sat up but did not say a word. "I need a flavor from you guys. I got some clothes to dry, but there is not place for me to hang... you know, everything is just here and there... can I just hang them here... temporarily?" I give my best smile and showed my hands. My tits jingled a little and the two buttons on top awaken. "Hi, Michelle right? I am Steve. You wanna hang you cloth here?" One of the guys on the floor stood up and walked to the door. "I think that's OK to me," He looked back to check with his mates. "No problem," Another guy said. He walked toward the door too, and so did the last guy. "But I don't know whether it's enough for you, we go only 1 line," The first guy opened the door and came out. "Enough. I got only these," I showed my hands to him again. He looked at them, then at my chest. "Thanks, so I just hang them here,'' I walked to the laundry line and my back was on display. By the time I reached near the laundry line, the other two had came out and looked at me. Suddenly the idea on how to lose my extra piece came to me. There were a few cloth hangers on the laundry line. I have to release those clothes in my hands before I can put them on the cloth hanger one by one. So I just simple placed all the lingerie on the laundry line. The lingerie was dangling on the laundry line however none of it fell down as I intended. I took one of the wet panties and hooked it on the cloth hanger. In order to make sure the other lingerie hanging on the line fall down, I purposely pulled the laundry line when I hung the cloth hanger. Then all the underwear just fall down onto the sandy floor. "Aiya! Stupid me," I pretended like disappointed to my reckless mistake. "Oh...! Think you got to wash them all over again, Michelle," Steve said. "Ya, see how careless I am. Now I have to wash them again,'' "Come in here, you can use our washroom," Steve offered. "Thanks. But I think I just have to rinse away the sand, that's all. I can do it here," I pointed at the tap coming out from the pillar and squatted down to pick up my underwear on the floor. Steve and another guy came near started to pick up my underwear too. I suddenly felt embarrassed, because they will get to see my underwear in front of me. What would they think of me? "You underwear are so sexy, Michelle," Steve examined one of the panties. "Oh, so embarrassing, you guys don't have to do that. I'll do it myself," I stood up and took back my underwear from their hands without answering Steve. I knelt down near the tap to rinse my underwear. This time I put all my underwear on my bare shoulder to free my hands. Then I turned on the tap to the maximum, the water shoot out strongly from the tap. The water hit the floor and splash out all around, including my apron round my thighs. Very soon, the lower portion of my apron was soaked wet, revealing my thigh below it. Then I rinsed my underwear piece by piece under the strong tap water. When the tap water hit my hands, the water splashed again. This time, the water even splashed on my chest and soaked my apron and later my bra under it. Half way through the process, my curves and skin were all revealed under the transparent apron. I did not raise my head to check out the 3 guys that just stood few feet in front of me. But I was totally sure that they were all looking at my tits and the erect nipples that could not hide themselves as the apron and bra were drenched. I did not really squeeze the underwear before put them back on my shoulder, so the excess water flowed down from my shoulder, passed my bare back and wet my panties too. I felt the wet panties hugged onto my pussy even harder than before. The panties were made of similar fabric like the bra, so I suspected my pussy would have been visible. But these guys were not at the right position to find out for themselves. I continued to rinse my underwear as if I did not realize my assets were all in display. After that, I stood up and proceed to put them piece-by-piece on the cloth hanger. Three of them were still staring at me without saying a word. "Oh, no! My apron are all wet," I pretended like I had just realized my state of wetness. "Might as well I hang it here to dry it, hope you don't mind Steve," I turned to face them while reaching my hands to my back to untie the apron. After that, I pulled the wet apron over my head to take it off. "No problem, we are not doing our laundry today, are we?" Steve asked his housemates. "No, no. Michelle you go ahead," One of them replied. "You do, OK. Thanks guys," I then hung my apron on the laundry line. "Oh! My God!" I acted like very surprised to find that my tits were visible too. I cupped my tits with my hands. Michelle Ch. 04 With her head resting on his chest, she drifted off to sleep. She dreamt about everything that just happened. The sight of his hard cock pumping in and out of her. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass. The sweet smell of their sex filling the air around them. She was in heaven and she didn't want to wake up from this dream. Again she was awakened in the middle of the night to the feel of his tongue. Only this type, he wasn't licking her tight pussy. Instead he was licking and sucking on her perky nipples. Rubbing her breast, he softly lick and sucked on her stiff nipples, biting them gently. When she woke up, he looked at her. He pushed himself up on his knees, she knew exactly what to do. She sat up and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth. Sucking and stroking, she could feel his cock get harder in her mouth. With his cock fully hard, she pulled it from her mouth. She turned around, showing him and shaking her round ass at him. He noticed that the hand print he had left 2 days before, still hadnt gone away. He smack her ass, adding to the imprint that was already there. He then placed his hands on her ass, spreading her, he began licking her ass. She felt a slight chill run up her spine, followed by a slight tingle. Spitting on her ass, he rub his fingers around her tight hole, before slipping a finger in. She gasp in pleasure with slight pain. He fingered her ass as she began to relax and enjoy the feeling. He licked her ass, fingering her at the same time. He slipped another finger into her ass. She gasp again, and began to moan. Licking and fingering her ass, he began rubbing her clit with his other hand, driving her insane. Her pussy began to flood with her own juices. He pressed the tip of his hard cock into her pussy. Thrusting back and forth, fucking her pussy as he fingered her ass. She began to scream with pleasure. Both her pussy and her ass tighten as she braced for her orgasm. As her orgasm hit, she began to quiver, her pussy dripping wet. He pulled his cock from her pussy, slicken and soak with her cum. Removing his fingers from her ass, he replaced them with his throbbing hard-on. Slowly sliding his cock into her ass, he paused to allow her to adjust to him. Sliding further, he paused again, doing this until his full length was inside her ass. She moaned as she felt his cock twitch inside her tight hole. She moaned, "Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass." He began to thrust slowly, sliding his shaft in and out of her tight ass. Pulling himself all the way out, there was a loud "pop". He spat on her hole before sticking his hard-on back in. He pumped her slow and gentle at first. "Harder, fuck me harder. Pound my ass." she moaned. He didn't hesitate. He picked up speed and increased pressure. With each thrust, his balls slapped against her pussy, intensifying the feeling. She was on the verge of yet another orgasm. She gripped the sheets, pressing her face into the pillow, she let out a loud scream of pleasure as she reached her climax. Her ass clenched around his shaft and her pussy began to squirt. She had never experienced an orgasm so mind blowing, so powerful, so intense that she squirted. He pounded her ass faster and harder as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He gripped her hips tight and thrust himself forward, erupting in her ass. He continued to thrust until every drop of cum was shot into her ass. He pulled his cock out of her with a loud "pop". She could feel his cum running down towards her pussy. They were both spent. Both had experience the best orgasm they had ever had. They got up and went for a shower. Standing in the shower, she stroked his cock, getting him hard again. She whispered to him, "I want you to fuck my ass again." He did just that, pressing his cock against her hole, still slick with his cum. He didnt bother going slow this time, as he began slamming his cock into her. She moaned as his balls slapped against her pussy. She began rubbing her clit as he reached and grabbed her breast. It didn't take long for her to reach her climax. She rubbed her clit harder and faster as he pounded her. As she reached her climax, she let out a loud scream, "OH FUCK ME. SHIT" She began to squirt again. With her tight ass clenched around his cock, he began to cum again. Before he could finish cumming, he pulled out of her ass and shot the rest of his cum all over her ass. They finished their shower and went lay in bed. The next morning, Michelle woke up to an empty bed. The sheets were soaked with her cum. She was confused and didn't know what happened. She checked the messages on her phone. The last message from Brandon said "Good Night Sweetheart." It was dated 3 days prior. She realized that she hadn't sent him pictures, she hadn't called him, she hadn't done anything. It was then that it hit her, it was all one big long dream. One big long intense sexual dream. She got up and went take a shower. Standing in front of the mirror, she noticed something on her ass. As she turned to see it, she couldn't help but smile. It was his hand print, tattooed on her ass. Under it were these words, "Property of Brandon." She smiled and turned towards the shower. She felt this intense feeling of butterflies in her stomach as she relived her dream in the shower. THE END Michelle Ch. 05 Michelle Ch.5 - Submitting To His Clients Michelle knows that it's wrong, but when Peter is out of the office and his clients (from Ch.1) arrive for their appointment, Michelle submits to their requests. * * * * * * * It was right after lunch around 1 o'clock when Peter walked from his office and said he needed to leave for awhile. He told Michelle he would be back in a few hours. About an hour passed, when the two clients from Friday night appeared standing in front of Michelle's desk. "Is Peter in," one asked? Michelle explained that he wasn't and might not be back for awhile. They explained that they had some work they could do while they waited and perhaps could use Peter's office. Michelle thought it would be all right and Peter wouldn't mind, so she showed them in. Inside Peter's office they introduced themselves. "By the way, "I'm John and this is Frank. We didn't get formally introduced the other evening. "You put on a pretty good show for us at the restaurant." Michelle was getting a little embarrassed being alone with them now that they brought up her performance from Friday's dinner meeting. Michelle turned to leave and go back to her desk. John closed the door saying, "why don't you stay with us awhile? You said Peter won't be back until later. Besides, Peter said we could get a closer look at you." Then Michelle heard him lock the door. Now she was getting nervous. She enjoyed giving herself to Peter, but now these two strange men were after her. Normally for a secretary his request would have been rather forward, but not for Michelle. They both knew she was Peter's office slut. "C'mon Michelle, show us those pretty legs again," John asked. Michelle stood there momentarily trying to figure out what to say and how to get out of this situation. "I don't think Peter would like what you're doing," she responded. "It'll be our secret," he replied. "C'mon,.. you got great legs. Just pull your skirt up and let's have a look." Michelle thought perhaps if she did, it might satisfy them and she could go back to work. She stood by Peter's desk and slowly began pulling her skirt up. Once the hem was up over her knees both John and Frank walked closer. "Look at those legs," Frank commented. Michelle continued pulling it up until it was bunched up around her waist. Her skimpy tight fitting red panties were exposed. "Fuck!!!..." John yelled out. "Peter, that lucky bastard. I'll bet you two are having a lot of fun." Michelle didn't say anything to that remark and started to release her skirt. "No not yet," John quickly instructed reaching to her skirt. "Hold it up." He began lightly touching her upper leg and feeling the soft flesh of her thigh. Instinctively Michelle moved backwards. There have been only two men that have ever touched her body especially intimately, her husband and Peter. John's touch made her remember that she was really a working housewife. Yes, she was involved now with her manager, but allowing John liberties like this was making her feel as though she really was a slut. As she moved backward John moved too. Her buttocks pushed up against Peter's desk preventing her moving further away. "Don't be shy, honey," John reassured. "Show us some more." "No, I can't," Michelle replied. "Peter won't like it." "He won't be back for awhile," Frank coaxed. "Besides, he offered us a better look at you on Friday. Your boss is expecting you to show off for us." Michelle wondered how she ever got into this situation. She knew Peter probably did expect her to show off her body. This wasn't quite as exciting though. She would do anything for Peter, but these two guys didn't arouse those same feelings inside her. "Okay," Michelle replied. "But no touching, alright?" Michelle figured if she gave them a quick look, it might satisfy their urges. "You got it baby," John answered as they stood back watching Michelle unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She leaned back against the desk again spreading her legs. Then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her pussy and pulling it open so they could see her wet pink flesh inside. "Shit," John exclaimed in amazement. "What a gorgeous cunt." Then Michelle slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She noticed the anticipation in their eyes waiting to see more of her body. Michelle reached behind to unsnap her bra and then let it fall away. "What the fuck," John blurted out in disbelief seeing Michelle's breasts covered with marks. Frank moved closer lightly touching one of her breasts. "What happened," he asked? Michelle quickly covered up with her hands. She had forgotten about the condition of her breasts. They didn't hurt as much anymore. They were healing nicely after Peter's abuse on Saturday. "Please don't tell Peter I showed you," she begged. "Did he do that to you," John asked? Michelle's lack of response answered his question. There was a rather long moment of silence. Frank moved her hands away and softly touched her breast again. John began feeling the other. Michelle was so embarrassed she didn't stop them. She only thought that if Peter found out his clients knew what he did to her, he would pretty mad. "You're a gorgeous lady Michelle," John complimented moving in closer. Do they hurt," Frank asked running a finger over one of her nipples? "Just a little," Michelle replied. "It's really not that bad now." "Did you let Peter do this to you," John asked examining the red marks more closely. "It looks like he beat you real hard." Again Michelle didn't know what to say. She just stayed silent. How could she admit that she allowed this and would really do anything Peter asked. Michelle stood there letting the two men feel her breasts and inspect the abuse she had endured. "What a minute," John questioned coming to a realization. "You like it don't you?" "You like what he did to you?" This was getting very embarrassing. Michelle didn't answer again. John looked at Frank commenting, "she loves this. Peter's fucking the shit out her and treating her like a cheap slut and she loves it." He looked right in her eyes. "Don't you?" Michelle's whole body had a sudden flash through it. These two guys were talking about her. She was naked, except for a skimpy pair of panties, standing in her manager's office showing off her battered tits to two men. The amazing thing is that they were right. She was a cheap slut looking for some thrills with her boss. In her mind she tried telling herself that she was still a respectable housewife. But now these two guys, and even her husband, were beginning to realize differently. "So what did Peter do to you?" Michelle remembered Saturday. She glanced at John who was waiting for her explanation. This was so humiliating. She was being asked to explain what her boss did to her. "He used this hard rubber crop on me... on my breasts. He kept beating me with it. And he had this suction thing on them too. It hurt so much. My nipples... they.... they..." John could see some tears in her eyes. "My nipples.... it sucked on them and... and made them so big... it hurt so much." John and Frank listened in amazement as Michelle explained what happened. "Then when he took it off... He hit my nipples so hard. I thought I was going pass out. He kept doing it...hitting my sore nipples... and I had to use a dildo on myself too. He didn't stop until I made myself cum." Michelle's story was making them both hot and aroused. In fact, Michelle was getting excited too. Maybe Peter's treatment was rather rough and abusive, but it was obvious just from the way she was talking that she enjoyed it despite the pain inflicted on her. Frank began nibbling on her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. John moved his other hand down between Michelle's legs and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. "No please," she begged softly trying to push it away. Even though Michelle resisted, John wanted more and forced his hand back to her cunt. "C'mon Michelle. You can't stop now. I think you want this?" John's fingers slid into the waist of her panties and yanked them down. He began feeling her bare cunt and playing with her clit. "C'mon baby,.. I'll bet you'd like a quick fuck." "No please...," Michelle whimpered out rather unconvincingly. John's fingers were probing into her pussy and she was getting wet. "Yeah I hear NO, but I think you really want a couple hard cocks," John answered back shoving his fingers deeper into her hole. Michelle knew he was right. She did want their cocks. She was saying NO, because a nice decent housewife is expected to be a good girl and resist an advance like this. But John had her pussy so wet. Her clit was throbbing and nearly begging for a cock. And then Frank's attentions on her breasts and nipples, despite the pain he was causing, was arousing her even more. She loved being the object of their attention, even if she had to act like a whore. John pushed Michelle back onto Peter's desk and pulled her panties completely off. She was lying back with her legs hanging over the end. Frank was enjoying her tits squeezing them and sucking on her nipples. A couple times he bit hard and it hurt quite a bit. They were still sore from the punishment inflicted by Peter two days ago. But still it aroused her so much feeling his teeth digging into her tender nipple flesh. It actually sent waves of excitement through her whole body. While Frank remained focused on her breasts, John spread Michelle's legs and moved in. He dropped his trousers and underwear and pushed his hard cockhead against her wet slit. Then he shoved it right into her soaked pussy. "Oh Fuck!!...," he yelled out. "What a hot wet cunt." John grabbed Michelle around her hips and began ramming his hard cock into her juicy fuckhole. Michelle began moaning, "Oh yes.... yes... fuck me...." Her cunt was dripping as he pumped in and out faster and faster. She loved how it felt. "So you're a classy housewife, huh?" "Who the fuck are you kiddin'," John moaned out. "You're nothing but a sex-craved whore... a slut... a bitch in heat that craves being dominated and beaten. I think you're just a submissive filthy cunt." John was working himself into a frenzy realizing he was fucking a pretty woman that had just recently realized what she'd been missing sexually all her life. Finally he couldn't hold off any longer. "I'm cumming..." "Oh you hot fuckin' bitch, I'm cumming...." His cock began throbbing, spurting his hot cum into her pussy. Michelle moaned too. "Oh yesss... fill my cunt... cum in me." Once John was drained and his cock stopped spasming, he pulled out. Michelle sat up rubbing her juicy slit feeling his thick cream oozing out. Then she saw Frank stroking the bulge in his pants. Michelle reached over touching it gently at first and then grabbed his fully erect cock through the material. Her attention aroused him even more. "Get down and suck it," he ordered. Michelle was more than willing to comply. She slid off the desk to her knees and unzipped him. She pulled his cock out and quickly wrapped her lips around his engorged tool. Somehow she knew he wouldn't last long. His cock felt so hard in her mouth like it was ready to burst. She was right. She barely got started sucking when it began throbbing. Her mouth was instantly filled with a huge amount of his thick slimy sperm. She held it in waiting for him to finish dumping his thick cum all over her tongue. Then he pulled out saying, "go ahead, swallow it honey." Michelle wasn't used to eating sperm yet. She did with Peter, but he was the only one. This load was such a big thick glob in her mouth. It was so slimy and had a very salty taste. But she knew Frank really wanted to see her swallow it. So..., GULP!!, down it went; his whole load. "Fuck,... you're a dirty little cumslut, aren't you," Frank commented? Michelle licked her lips and got up. The two men fixed their clothing while Michelle rested against the desk recomposing herself. Then she began getting dressed. John and Frank watched and commented to each other on how lucky Peter was. Michelle was almost finished. She had her blouse on and just started buttoning it. They heard a key in the office door and it opened. Peter walked in. He looked around the room seeing his clients and then Michelle with her blouse unbuttoned and hair all messed. "What's going on?" Michelle quickly buttoned up and walked out to her desk. She knew she was in trouble. She wondered what John and Peter were telling him. It was now almost 5 o'clock and everyone would be leaving the office. She figured she had better wait and face Peter after they left. A half-hour later the office door opened. John and Peter walked out. They passed by Michelle. "Everything's okay," John commented. "Don't worry." Peter followed them out walking past her desk to escort his clients to the door. A few minutes later he returned. Michelle spoke first. "I'm sorry Peter. I couldn't help myself. But they were nothing like you. They don't treat me like you do." "I know, they told me what you did," Peter answered. "I'm upset with you that you did that behind my back. But I guess that's the way you are now. Let's face it, you're cheating on your husband and now on me. You're just a filthy little slut aren't you?" "I'm sorry Peter. I'm sorry." She began crying. "I need you.... I need you to treat me the way you like. You can do anything you want to me. I'll show you how sorry I am." Peter thought for a moment. "Well, then I hope you weren't planning on going home," he said in a demanding way. "Let me get my coat. You're coming with me." _________________________________ NiteWriter Send comments to the link below. Michelle Ch. 05 My brother had imposed 3 rules for me to follow, 1. Whenever at home, I am only allowed to wear maximum 2 pieces of clothing, including underwear, 2. During weekend and Sunday, whatever I do, wherever I go, at home or outside, I am only allowed to wear maximum 2 pieces of clothing, including underwear, 3. On top of the first and second rule, I shall wear whatever he asks; do whatever he asks, anytime, anywhere. These rules served both of us well. The first two rules restricting me to wear only two pieces of clothing, I have plenty of chances to show off my body. My brother has plenty of chances watching my body. But nothing compare to the third rule. My brother has exercised his ‘power' conferred by the third rule to the fullest. He would demand me to lay on all four on the dining table with my naked ass pointing at him while he is taking his meal. He would demand me to clean his body without using my hands during his shower. He would come over to my bedroom in the middle of the night and press his hard on in between my ass cheeks, and most of the time his semen ended up on my bare back. But his most favorite was when I do the laundry in the morning, he would come behind me, stripe off whatever clothing that I may be wearing, push me down against the washing machine with my chest pressing on the top of the machine, my pussy vulnerably exposed to my back, then he would eat my pussy until it's all wet and slippery, grind his hard on against my swollen pussy until he cum all over my back. But one thing remains; he never actually fucks me though he could do it anytime he wishes. I enjoying the new level of satisfaction that I never had before. I begin to enjoy the fun of wearing the revealing outfit that modified by my brother. And also enjoy being 'taken' by my brother for his gratification anytime, anywhere at home. He also started to contact his old friends around Kuala Lumpur, expending his life circle. One weekend morning, he invited his friend to our house without my prior knowledge. We always plan nothing on weekend morning, other than to have simple breakfast and reading (cause he like to ‘play' with me in the weekend morning). That morning he asked me to wear tight cotton short, which was modified into something more like a hot pant. At the back, an inch of my ass cheeks were exposed from bellow. The bottom panel was trimmed to just enough to cover my pussy, but most of the time, my lips were showing from the sides. The whole lengths of my long slim legs were beautifully bare in both front and back. The worn off knit tank top had two spaghetti straps holding them in place. The loose top covering two inches above my nipples down until just an inch above my belly button. I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I was curious, as I am not expecting anyone. But I heard Max got up almost immediately from the sofa and walked to the door. Then I heard the main gain opened. I walked to check on our visitor. He opened the door and I stood at his back. A man and a lady were waiting outside of the door. "Hi! Max, how are you?" "Very well, Mike. Good to see you," They casually patched each other's shoulders. Mike half turned to the lady behind him and introduced her to Max. "Max, meet my girlfriend, Amy. Amy, this Max, my buddy in NUS," They shook hands then Mike looked at me and asked Max. "I thought you were alone in KL?'' "Oh yes, let me introduce, this is Michelle," He stepped behind me, held my arms and introduced me. "Hi, nice to meet you two," "Actually, Michelle is my girl friend for many years," My brother said while he kissed my cheek. "You never tell me Max! Why so secretive?" Mike was surprised. "Come inside, please," I invited them. Amy came in first, followed by Mike. His eyes traveled up and down my body, before turning toward the sofa. "From now on you are my girlfriend," My brother whispered to me. "Yes, I'm your girlfriend from now on," I replied softly. Max and Mike started chitchatting and I talked casually with Amy. Amy was a Chinese girl. Her dark curly hair stops above her shoulders, framing her angel face. She was shorter then me but with tits likely to be bigger than mine. She wore almost like me; a tight short and a lycra tank top with her small bikini bra lightly outlined. We like each other so much that we were like old friends after short conversation. Max and Mike also having goodtime sharing their stories. Occasionally, I found Mike steal glance at my tits but almost immediately moved his eyes away. A few times I caught him, but he just looked away pretend like nothing. Max later also discovered this special interest of his old friend. "Michelle, I remember we still have some cheese cake. Why don't you give our friends some treat?" He asked with his mischievous smile. "Oh yes! You two should try them," I happily stood up and walked to the refrigerator, my tits jiggled behind the loose top caused by my sudden fast actions. I took the cheesecake at one hand, plates and spoons at the other hand walking towards the coffee table. I purposely stopped opposite to Mike with the coffee table separating us. I leaned forward with my knees straight to put thing in my hands onto the coffee table. Leaving the cheesecake at the center, I then distributed the plates and spoons around the cake. I saw my loose top just opened up and my two tits were showing. Dangling left and right when my arms squeezed them from time to time. Mike leaned forward as if to give me a hand. I looked up at him with a smile and caught him once again looking at my tits. "Opps! Excuse me," I pretended to realize my exposure. Still leaning forward, I move both hand to my back to pull my top. The top opened further before I managed to pull the top. "Ah! I forgot the knife," I went back to take the knife. I knelt down in front of Mike to cut the cake. Now three pairs of eyes were looking down at my tits. The short strained to my ass. I felt the bottom panel pulled hard on the center of my pussy, squeezed my lips to their sides. Juice started to moist my short and erected nipples clearly visible although covered by the rather thick knit top. Carefully I cut on piece of cakes and put it on the plates. I held the plate with two hands and handed it to Amy. Then I cut another for Mike. I held the plates with two hands, kept my arms pressed on my chest. My two tits were forced the center and pushed up like two melons. "Looks nice," He again leaned forward and accepted the cake while looking at the cake, or my tits. I cut another for Max and handed to Max. He didn't come forward to receive but stayed leaning on his sofa. I knew his intention. I stood up, used my left hand to support my slanting body and used my right hand to deliver the cake to Max. My tits once again threatened to fall out from my top. I look at Mike and found that he didn't look at my tits but looking at something further behind my back. I thought he was looking at my reflection on the TV screen. He was looking at my ass! Lastly, I cut one for myself. I remained sitting on the floor to taste my cake, so they can enjoy my tit view and the cake at the same time. I look at Max with the "how's my show?" look, he replied with a satisfactory smile. After finished the cake, I collected the plates and spoons to kitchen, of course flashed my tits from time to time. When I came back from kitchen, Max had taken out the Jengga from under the coffee table and suggested to play. Amy was excited by the suggestion; she quickly reached beside the coffee table to clear a space for the game. Mike then agreed. I knelt beside Amy and helped Max to stack the woods. "OK! What's the punishment?" Max asked. "No need, just play for fun," Amy replied. "Why not we play stripe game. The loser have to strip on piece of clothing," I suggested boldly. "What! Strip game!" Amy was shocked by my suggestion. Mike eyes opened wide but wearing a smile. He was happy with my suggestion. Max said 'Good suggestion', seemed happy with my suggestion too. "No Mike, I can't do that," Amy anxiously looked at Mike. Her face was flushed. "Don't worry, you are wearing the most number of clothing among us. Look at Michelle, I think she is definitely wearing lesser that you," He pointed at my tits while persuading Amy. I wandered why he was that sure that I am not wearing panty. "No, I can't. I'm not playing and I don't want you to show you ass to Michelle," Amy was still defending. Mike was disappointed. "OK! Why don't we play like this? Mike doesn't have to show his ass. I don't have to show either," Max gave his suggestion. "Then how?" I asked. "Well, let see…" Max looked up to the ceiling to think. Few second later, he smiled and said "Yes" while looked at me with his mischievous smile. "Let say we don't have to do what we don't like. We do what we like to do for punishment, for fun rather," He continued. "How?" I was curious about what he is going to suggest. "Come here Michelle. Come here and stand up straight," He raise his hand indicating me to come to the space in between him and the coffee table. My face was immediately flushed anticipating what my brother would do. I stood up and walked to him. I stood straight with my half exposed tits facing Max. "Turn a round and face the TV," He turned my hip to show my back. I followed what he ordered. My pussy was immediately wet and nipples erected knowing they might be looking at my back. "Well, Michelle has a interesting hobby," "She likes to cut short her cloth, especially her short, like this one... Bend down Michelle," He ordered and pushed my back to bend my body. I bent down, knees straight, and supported my body with my hands leaning on the table. I automatically spread my leg and pushed up my ass. Such ass showing action had become my instinct. "Look at her short. She cut them until they can't cover her buttock properly. And look at this," He pulled at the waistband until the bottom panel stretched on my pussy. "Look at this, she even cut here until not enough material to cover her sex. Can you see her vagina lips showing from both sides," His finger softly traced my exposed lips up and down to draw their attentions to my pussy. The sudden contact by my brother's finger sent a thrill to my spine. I felt a stream of hot juices slowly came out from my love hole and stained my short. I believed a wet spot was visible on the short. He finger continued to caress my lip by softly tracing the exposed flesh. "Michelle, do you aware that Mike can see your little pussy under your short when you sit or bend?" He asked but did not expect me to answer, he continued his talk. "Look at the top, they never properly cover her breasts too," He continued to guide their attentions. "You see, Michelle. Wearing this kind of cloth is as good as not wearing anything at all," He stopped playing with my exposed pussy lips, but shifted his hand up to play with my waistband. My heart pounded faster not knowing what my brother would do to me in front of our guests. "Her private part is already half exposed, and this material is soft, can you see the exact shape of Michelle's pussy, Mike? What is the purpose of Michelle wearing her short? Mike, do you see any different between wearing this short and not wearing anything at all?" His fingers gripped on my waistband. Oh! My brother is going to stripe off my short right in front of our guests. I was so turn on. My hot pussy and ass hole were anticipating his next action: pull down my short! "Ammm..," Mike didn't know what to say. "But we can't expect Michelle to go around the house without her short. Actually I kind of like what she did to her short. I enjoy seeing her exposed body. And I think Mike like it too. True, Mike?" I was disappointed knowing that my short would stay on. "Hmm…" Mike didn't know how to answer my brother. "Mike, what if her short is cut even shorter until her whole buttocks is showing, you gonna like it! Or this centerline is cut even thinner than a string, not able to cover her pussy at all. Mike, do you like it?" My brother kept poking his finger on my wet pussy. I began to smell the scent of my juice. The sticky felling around my pussy under the drenched material made me restless. "Michelle, I know you would be happy if we cut you cloth," My brother asked, again didn't expect me to answer. "Ahh…" I moaned softly, restraining my urge under the smoldering desire. "Well, this game is between two of us against two of you. If Michelle or myself lose, you can cut one piece of material from what Michelle is wearing now since Michelle like to cut short her cloth. But the remaining cloth must be able to stay on her body no matter how you cut them. This is what we would do if we lose. You think of what you would do, all up to you, but must be fair to Michelle. How's that Mike?" Max asked Mike, as if Amy opinion was not important. "Remember. Mike, Michelle is not wearing her underwear… at all," His finger again traced into my pussy under the moist material. The warm blood collected around my face and my ears, the heat was almost unbearable. My throat was dried. I still bending down as Max kept silent. "Wow! That's interesting. Deal. Let do it," Mike was excited by Max's suggestion. "No Mike! What do you want to do if we lose?" Amy still tried to stop Mike. Max's idea had frightened her. I turned to face them, face still flushed. I was excited by Max's suggestion, but had to pretend like I was not really willing. "If you lose, Max, I'll kill you," I pretended to show my disagreement. "Don't worry, Michelle, I'll take care of you," He smiled at me. Now, everyone was around the coffee table. I knelt to stack up the Jengga. Amy was still anxious, breathing heavily and biting her lips. "Who start first?" I asked. "Mike first, then Amy, follow by me, Michelle will be the last. Agree?" Max suggested. No one objected, then Mike started enthusiastically. He pulled out one piece from third level from bottom then stacked it on top. Amy was nervous, she tried few pieces but none of them seemed to move. ''Relax Amy, it's very simple," Mike encouraged Amy. She decided to kneel like me. Her tits bounced slightly. Finally, she managed to move one piece. "Hahh…" She was relief and breathes heavily to catch more oxygen into her lung. Her chest moved up and down, manifested the two giant bosoms underneath the shirt. Her flushed cheeks started to cover with perspiration. Max smoothly pulled out another one from where Mike had removed one earlier, leaving the whole stack supported by only one piece at the center. "Stupid, you are killing me, Max," I started to feel nervous although I didn't really mind if we lost. Thought that Amy need some warm up, I decided to lose this time. I recklessly pulled and the whole stack trembled down. "Wow…" Mike was excited and intensely scanned over my body. My nipples hardened and my hearts raced fast not knowing which part of my cloth would be his first target, or which part of my body his would like to uncover first. "Hah Michelle, you blow it yourself. Good luck," Max was happy with the outcome. He rushed to the kitchen and came back with a pair of scissors. "Congratulations. Come, claim your prize," Max gave the scissors to Mike. Mike held the scissors in his shaking hand no knowing what to do. He was nervous, not quite ready to handle the situation. Perhaps this was the first time for him: to cut a piece of cloth from his friend's girlfriend whom wore neither bra nor panty. "Well Mike, where you want to start?" I walked toward Mike with both hands raised up to caress my hair, my tits thrust forward. I showed my body to him so that he could choose. "Come on Mike, wherever you like, just do it," Max encouraged him. "You don't mind if I spoil you cloth?" He was still undecided. "Yes, cut wherever you like. I think not much options you got, just front, back, top and bottom" I smiled at him and half turned to show him my back. "OK! Show me your buttocks," He finally decided and raised his request. Knowing Mike would attack my bottom, my pussy immediately turned hot. I turned my back to him half kneeled with my hands resting on my kneecaps. I felt the short tightened again around my moist pussy. Mike came closer then half squatted before my ass. With his face one foot away from my ass, I thought he could smell the scent of my wet cunt. Slowly, he lifted up the end of my short that hugging my left ass cheek, and then poke his cold scissor under the stretched material. The cold metal blade continued to slide in slowly on my hot ass cheek near to the centerline of my short. The sudden cold contact sent me an instant thrill and I almost lost my balance. My breath was heavy anticipating Mike first cut. 'sheerk...' My tight short immediately loosen up by the cut, I felt my short slightly pulled to my right. "Ehh... Sorry..., can I change my mind? I want to cut somewhere else," I heard him request coming out from his dried mouth. "What? You want to change after you cut my short?" I turned to face him. "No problem since you have not cut out a piece of cloth yet," Max gave him a green light. "Now where you want to cut?" I asked him, crossed my arms above my abdomen, supporting amber tits. "I just want to cut something very tiny," Mike smiled with confident. He started to enjoy the game. He reached to my right spaghetti strap and cut at where it joins the top. I turned around to let him cut the other end. "Thank you Michelle. I will keep this as a souvenir," He proudly held the dangling strap to show off his prize. I uncrossed my arms to check the effect of the cut. My top fell down a bit and loosely lay on my right tits. The intact left spaghetti strap managed to held my top from dropping down. "Let continue," I knelt down to stack the scattered pieces. My top slid down further from my right tits, hanging dangerously on my erect nipple. Amy was more relaxed in the next game. Everyone was concentrating in the game except myself, as I have to pull up my loose top from time to time to cover my nipple. After many rounds, Max intentionally lost. Mike was in triumph. Amy was jumping up and down to celebrate their victory. "Michelle, I want the other strap. May I," Mike was very happy. He really interested to drop my tops. I let him cut the strap joining the back of my top first. Then I turned to face him, held my hands together at my back, thrust my chest toward Mike to let him claim his prize. The top just managed to hang on my nipples. He held up the loose strap laid on my bare shoulder then slowly cut where the strap joined my tops. The tops dropped immediately followed the cut. My nipples were exposed. "You broke the rule, my top can't stay on my body. See..," I swayed my body to the left and right as if to show everyone that the top really can't stay. The firm tits swayed left and right following my body movements. "No, I can see it still staying on your body," Max defended Mike. "No, my nipples are showing!" I stamped and my shaking tits continued to swayed left and right. Amy face was flushed. Mike's eyes looked at my shaking tits. "As long as it stay on, doesn't matter if your body is exposed. OK?" Max clarified the rule. "OK! You get away this time," I pulled the top to cover my nipples. But the top slid down a little every time I move. I had to pull it from time to time. Mike openly stared at my tits during the game. Max enjoyed my little flash game. Amy lost in the next game. "Oh shit!" Amy shouted. "Yeah! It's revenge time," Max stood up with joy. Amy was panic. Her pale face looked at Mike asking for help. "You just have to let Max do what he want, Amy," Mike was not rescuing Amy. Michelle Ch. 05 "No Mike, do something!" Amy was in fear, but was some how excited at the same time. Her face turned from pale into red. "Don't worry Amy, I promise to be gentle," Max got hold of the scissors then walk toward Amy. "OK! OK! Where you want to…" Amy surrendered. Max pinched up Amy's top around her left nipple and make a small cut. He then made a big hole exposing her flesh from the left side of her tits to below her left armpit. Her beautiful left tit curve was showing. Her small bikini bra did nothing to conceal her tit's side view. "Wow! You got a delicious breast, Amy... and a lovely little bra!" Max was amazed with Amy's firm tit. Amy was embarrassed by Max's complement, pressing her armpit to cover the exposed tit. The game continued. At the end of the game, Amy got two holes on both side of her huge tits, which she always covered them with her arms. At her bottom, both of her ass cheeks were on display, leaving the center panel covering the cleft between two cheeks. Two strings of her string panty came out from centerline reaching to the front. The tiny triangle of her panty was too small to be seen. My situation was worse, with Max purposely losing the game; my top was further shortened to just enough to loosely cover my tits showing my whole flat abdomen. My bottom was completely gone, leaving only the waistband holding the two inches wide center panel covering my crotch from front to my back. The rest was all exposed. I was happy with the results. We cooked pasta for lunch. After the lunch, we did the washing while Max and Mike watched TV. "You always go without your underwear?" Amy asked in her sweet curious voice. "Well, Max only allow me to wear maximum two pieces of clothing in the weekend, so I got to chose," I replied. "Two pieces max! What if you want to go out to public places, you still wear maximum two pieces?" Amy was still in doubt. "Yes, two pieces are more than enough to cover my body. In fact, one is enough sometimes. Don't you think so?" I stopped washing and looked at Amy. "How's fell like. I mean wearing that little in the public?" Amy asked. "Great! Feels like having sex with everybody around you, constantly turn on kind of feeling. You should try some day," I encouraged Amy. "No way Michelle. I can stay naked in front of Mike. But I don't think I can do without my panty and bra in public," Amy was putting herself down but was turn on by the idea. Her face turned red again. "Frankly, Mike always encourage me to go braless, but I always refused. This morning, he insisted me wearing this bikini bra and string panty. I was so self-conscious the whole morning," She continued. "Well, you look great, especially your breasts, they are so full and yet peaky. Mike must be very proud of them, I think Max like them too," I encouraged Amy. Her face flushed again. "You think so, I think they are too... out of proportion. Like a monster, you know what I mean? I hate them, it make me difficult to buy cloth... when they approach me, I know they only interested on two of them, not me," She looked at me with a trace of disappointment in her face. "No Amy. They are great. You got a fit body, you should be proud of yourself. And talk about wearing only 2 pieces, it feels nice. You can start slowly, like start from your house, or here. You'll hate to wear your underwear once you get used to it. What do you think?" I asked Amy. "You must be joking. Mike may no allow, especially Max is around," Amy face flushed with excitement. I knew Amy was turn on and just need another little push. "Don't worry, I don't think Mike would mind. Just like Max has no problem with me showing off to his friends," I encouraged her. "Let me think about it," Amy closed her eyes and breathes in heavily to calm herself down. I turned and walked away slowly, as if wanted to go to collect the remaining cups on the coffee table. After a few steps, I quietly turned back to behind Amy. Without warning, I stuck my thumbs into her waistband and pulled her you shall wear whatever I asked, do whatever I asked, anytime, anywhere short and her panty all the way down to her ankles. "Guys, Amy want to wear only two pieces today," I shouted to attract Max and Mike attentions. Amy was shocked by my sudden attack. She quickly knelt down to catch her short and panty. Her naked hot ass landed on my face when she squatted down and I lost balance and fell to my back. Amy lost balance too and landed beside me. I quickly got up and pulled her short and panty from her legs and threw them towards Max and Mike. Amy was panic; she tried to catch her flying shorts but failed. Then she turned to me, with an embarrassed yet excited smile on her face. "You gonna pay for what you did Michelle," She charged toward me tried to pull my broken short down. I pushed her hands away and we both fell to the ground again. Her body landed on top of me. When Amy tried to get up, I reached my hand to pull her bikini bra under her top. I managed to feel her hot firm tits. The bikini bra loosened and I again threw it toward Max and Mike. I did not tried to defense my flimsy short, she pulled them out of my legs then threw it up into the air, her huge tits bounced under her tops. She seemed to have forgotten her bottom was exposed. "Mike, you think Amy is sexy with only her tops?" I stood up and asked Mike, not trying to cover my hairless pussy. Suddenly, Amy pulled down my top right to my ankles. I was completely naked. "Max, can I stay naked today?" I asked my brother, two palms cupped my tits as if I need his approval to show my tits. "Well, what can I say, you already lost all your cloth," Max was happy that I was totally naked. "Mike, would you mind if I stay naked today?" I removed my palms from my tits and asked Mike. "Woo! No problem since Max has no problem," Mike was excited seeing my naked body. Now, two men were looking at Amy stood behind me. "What?!" Amy shouted to defense herself. "Amy, be fair to Michelle, take off your tops," Mike walked to Amy. "No Mike, I can't," Amy refused to follow Mike request. "Come honey, take off your tops," "You got beautiful breasts to show, don't be shy," "Your breasts are bigger than Michelle. Come on, show them how big they are, honey," Mike continued to persuade Amy. Amy was breathing heavily, suppressing her sexual excitement. Her inhibition was fighting with her sexual excitement. She was at her last step to complete nudity. She has all the reasons to take off her tops caused I already totally naked, Mike wanted her to take off her last cloth on her body plus she was already extremely turn on. But her conscious was restraining her from taking off her own cloth. Her nipples hardened under the torn lycra tops. She was frozen in her dilemma. Mike then lifted Amy tops up. Amy closed her eyes, reluctantly raised her hands to allow Mike to remove her tops. Her huge tits came into view; erect nipples almost stood an inch on top of her areola. Her tits were shaking under her heavy breathing. Now, I was sure Amy tits were bigger than mine. We were naked in the rest of the day. Max and Mike had constant hard on too. When they left, Amy just wore my T-shirt and mini skirt without underwear. Michelle Ch. 06 Michelle Ch.6 - The Bondage Club (pt1) Since Michelle is so ready to play around behind his back, Peter takes advantage of her obvious craving to be a slut to use her for what he really wants. They head off to a club that he frequents. Michelle has no idea where they are going or what she's in for tonight. * * * * * * * Peter drove for almost a half-hour without saying where they were going. Then he pulled into a parking lot of this nightclub on the other side of the city. It was a section of town that Michelle had never been to before and not exactly the classiest of places either. Once inside they were directed to a room at the end of this long hallway. When they got inside they were alone. Peter locked the door. Michelle looked around and saw that the walls were covered with bondage and sex apparatus. She had never seen anything like this. Peter could see the shock on Michelle's face. "Do you still want to be my slut?" That was all he asked. He just waited for her to answer. Michelle was scared. Actually she was petrified. What plans did Peter have bringing her to this place tonight? Maybe this was her punishment for fucking John and Frank. "You can leave anytime you want," he added. "Just say you've had enough and I'll drive you home to your husband. And I'll find someone that really wants to be an obedient whore." It didn't take much thinking for Michelle to react. The thought of losing Peter seemed unbearable, despite the way he treated her. "Oh no, Peter. I'll stay. You know I'll do anything you ask. I promise." Michelle could see Peter thinking about that statement before he spoke. "Well, we'll see. I've had other girls here before. None of them stayed. They all said I could do anything too. I guess they really didn't want to be a dirty little cunt for me." "I do Peter. I'll doing anything, you'll see," Michelle answered nearly begging. "You can even whip my breasts again." "Oh I plan on it," Peter eagerly responded. "I'll make you cry and scream. You'll be begging and pleading for me to stop." "No I won't." I'll take whatever you give me. You can hurt me. I want you too. I want to please you Peter." "Like I said, we'll see," he replied. Peter then gave Michelle a set of black leatherwear. Michelle didn't hesitate to put them on. She removed her clothes and immediately slipped the leather garments on with Peter's help. There wasn't much to the outfit. Michelle wrapped this leather garter around her waist and snapped up the side. It was nothing more than a fancy thin belt that fit tightly around her waist with a couple straps on the sides that would attach to a pair of stockings. But she was to wear no stockings. Peter wanted her legs naked. He just liked the way the garter accented her hips and thighs. Then Michelle stepped into a pair of black six-inch high stilettos and Peter attached a wide leather studded collar around her neck. "There we go. That's more like it," Peter commented admiring how slutty she looked. Peter led Michelle to the center of the room. He attached her wrists to a pair of wristcuffs that were dangling from the ceiling connected to chains. There were also two restraining cuffs bolted to floor. Peter fastened Michelle's ankles to them next. Then he tightened the chains stretching her arms up over her head. She was now at his mercy hanging in the middle of the room. "What are going to do Peter," she asked extremely frightened. Without answering he proceeded to prepare Michelle for a night she'll never forget. Hanging next to the chains were two nylon ropes. One at a time, he proceeded to loop each one around Michelle's breasts. He stretched the nylon cords tight between her tits and then completely wrapped them completely around four or five times. He pulled extremely hard in the process so the rope would be snug around her full breasts. When he finished tying it off, her tits were bulging out from her chest. "Peter I'm scared. What are you doing," she pleaded?" Peter looked at her. "Turning you into the nastiest whore that ever lived." Michelle didn't know what to do. There wasn't much she could. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her entire life. Peter had her body completely bound and there was no way for her to avoid submitting to anything he had in mind. Peter started by roaming his hands all over Michelle's body paying special attention to her breasts. "I love your tits Michelle. I just wish they were bigger. A pretty woman like you should have huge firm breasts so men notice." After saying that Peter walked away to the far corner of the room and returned with a tray of syringes. Each one had a large tube of some clear solution in them. "This is going to hurt a little, but I think you'll like the result." He picked up one of the needles showing Michelle the fluid he planned to inject into her breasts. "This is a saline solution. After a few injections your breasts will swell up nice and firm. As long as you're my slut, you'll need regular injections to keep them that way too." Peter went on to explain how the body absorbs the saline solution, therefore she would require on-going injections. Michelle was frantic at what he was going to do. She pleaded with him. "Peter, PLEASE!! NO!!..." "So what are you saying? Want me to take you home," Peter asked? His statement drained the will to resist right out of her. Michelle couldn't imagine not having Peter anymore. Her head dropped down with a look of submission knowing she had no choice. If she continued, then Peter would take her home and her incredibly erotic adventure would come to an end. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as it seems, she thought. Peter selected one of the syringes then grabbed Michelle's left breast in his other hand. Michelle watched the needle getting closer. She began shaking with fear. Peter looked at her with an evil grin; "I know its going to hurt. Go ahead and scream if you have to. No one will think anything of it. Why do you think I brought you here?" Peter held her breast firmly in his hand. He placed the tip of the needle on the inside of her breast about half way out from her chest to the tip of her nipple. Then he pushed, puncturing her soft tender flesh and inserting it a little more than an inch inside her breast. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!....... AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!... Michelle screamed out as the sharp needle penetrated her soft delicate flesh. She began breathing heavily, actually panting while she struggled on the chains. But Peter held her breast firmly and squeezed the plunger on the syringe injecting the fluid into her. Michelle could feel the saline solution flowing into her body. At first it felt strange, but then quickly she could feel a little twinge of pain. Peter then pulled the needle out and picked up another. This one he inserted from the other side jabbing it into her tit flesh from the outside of her beautiful soft breast. "UUUhhhhhhhhhh.... UUhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!...." Again Michelle grunted loudly as the stabbing pain traveled through her body. And once more the fluid began flowing into her breast until the syringe was empty. Peter waited a moment until Michelle caught her breath. He stroked the side of her cheeks. He could feel sweat beginning to form on her face. "It'll be worth it when were done," Peter said trying to be reassuring. "You'll see. You'll have a pair of incredible tits. I'll bet even your husband won't be able to keep his hands off you. He's probably going to like having a whore for a wife." Why did Peter have to mention that, she thought? Just saying that ignited her mental anguish between being a respectable wife and a filthy slut. He created an instant consciousness about her situation that focused her attention even more on the pain being inflicted by Peter. Mentally she was asking herself what would happen to her breasts? What would they look like by the end of the night? She saw Peter grab the next syringe. He placed it on the top of her breast right in front of her eyes. He pushed it in. "Oooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu," she moaned out in pain again. It seemed to hurt more watching it disappear into her pretty breast. When he finished that one, the next full syringe was injected from underneath. Michelle was whimpering and crying. The fluid permeating her breast was making it swell up. Her gorgeous boobs were expanding so much it was causing her skin to feel extremely stretched. She wondered how long it would take time for her delicate flesh to get used to their new fullness. And she knew this was far from over too. He still had to do her other breast. Michelle thought he was done with this one. But she was wrong. Peter grabbed another syringe while he clutched her swollen breast once more. When Michelle saw what he was about to do she began screaming and begging. "Nooooo!!... Nooooo!!.... Please!! Noooo!!.... She struggled against the chains but it was impossible. "Peter... Please!!!.... Not there!!...." Peter placed the point of the syringe right on the tip of her nipple. He looked into Michelle's eyes saying, "this is what's it like to be my whore." And shoved it in. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....Ahhhhhh...ughhhughhhhhughh..... AAAAhhhhhhhh!!!!!...." Michelle let out a high pitched screamed that continually echoed throughout the room as the long needle dug into her tender nipple slowly piercing the hard outer flesh. Her firmness required Peter to twist a bit and actually gouge it through in order to penetrate her hardened nipple. When it finally punctured the firm outer layer, he forced it in a bit more, through her nipple and into her soft flesh firmly planting it deep in her breast. He then injected the saline fluid right into the center of her already sore and swollen tit. Michelle was screaming at the top of her lungs. The pain was almost unbearable. Sweat was dripping from her forehead. Peter extracted the needle. Michelle was breathing fast trying to catch her breath. She felt like a prisoner tortured merely for her captor's amusement. She felt so used. Her breast hurt, it ached, and it throbbed in such extreme pain. It felt like it was growing bigger and bigger and like it would burst off her chest. Another hour past while Peter proceeded to fill her other breast with the saline solution. By the time he finished Michelle was exhausted from the pain and screaming. She hung limp on the chains by her wrists crying and sobbing hysterically. Peter left the room for a moment leaving Michelle hanging on the chains like a piece of meat. About ten minutes later Peter returned seeing that Michelle had stopping crying. "Are you okay," he asked? There was quite a long pause before she answered. A soft,... "yess... sir....," slowly quivered from her lips. Her reply was still respectful to Peter. "I...." She took a deep breath. "I hope I'm....... pleasing you," she went on trying to complete a full sentence without focusing on the pain? "Are you...." She hesitated a moment a little afraid to ask. "Are you going to.... make me cum tonight?" "Is that what my slut wants," Peter asked? "Yes..... Yes Master..... please," Michelle answered still speaking slowly and with broken sentences. "I need.... to cum." "I need.... to feel...... that.. my.. pain.. pleases you....." I cum so good.... when.. I know I'm pleasing you." "Don't worry my little housewife slut," Peter reassured. "I'll make you cum real hard a little bit later. We still need to make you looking more like the slut I want." After all those injections into her breasts and the way they were swelling up Michelle wondered what more Peter could want of her. Michelle had calmed down a lot at this point even with her breasts feeling so full. The skin on her tits seemed so tightly stretched that it almost felt like two inflated balloons inside her chest. And that feeling didn't go away. Peter began fondling her extremely sensitive nipples while explaining what he wanted to do. "I've always wanted a whore with rings in her nipples. I think you'd look great with them too." He then picked up a couple gold colored nipple rings from the table. At first Michelle thought from the way he spoke that he was asking if it was okay. But then she realized that he was merely making a statement and had every intention of piercing her nipples whether she wanted it or not. Besides, she wasn't in much of a position to question it anyway. "Will it hurt much," she asked? "Probably," Peter replied. "Since you asked I'll make sure it does." Michelle didn't think it could possibly hurt more than those needles being pushed through her nipples and into her breasts. So she just hung there waiting for Peter to begin the next procedure of turning her into the type of slut he preferred. Peter grabbed one nipple between his fingers and placed this clamp on it. It held her nipple taut, pulling it outward a bit from her breast. "Uhhhh." Michelle groaned a little, as even the simple process of attaching the clamp hurt right through her entire breast. Then Peter picked up a long needle. It was thicker than the syringe from earlier. Michelle quickly realized that he had to pierce her nipple with a hole large enough to insert the gold ring. As soon as the point touched her sensitive tit flesh, she knew this was not going to be pleasant either. He pushed, jabbing the point against her hard nipple. "Uhhhh...Ahhhhhhh Ouuuuoooooooooo!!!!" "OOuuooooooooo!!!" "Ouuuoooooooooo!!!" Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much if it weren't for the saline breast injections making them so swollen. Michelle grunted and groaned and then began screaming in agony. He poked at her delicate flesh making it feel like her nipples were being ripped from her breasts. Peter pushed harder and began twisting the needle. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OOOOUuuuuuuuuooooooooooooo!!!!" She wailed out louder. Then the needle broke through the hard outer skin puncturing her nipple. "OOOOOUuuuuuuuuuooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!.... She screamed again. Michelle felt this rush go through her entire body. For a moment she thought she might pass out. Then with a slow steady pressure, Peter wiggled the needle through her tender tit meat until it came out the other side. After that he pulled the needle from the opposite end, and as it passed through her tit he slid the ring through. Michelle was panting and grunting with a low gut wrenching moan as her nipple flesh closed up around the metal ring. A little blood trickled down. Peter knew she was truly hurting. One more to go whore..." Peter commented. "And then we'll have some fun." Michelle heard what he said. She wondered what that meant. What more fun was in store for her? What other torture could he have planned? But then her mind came back to that of having her other nipple pierced. Ten minutes later Michelle was released from her chains. Peter decided to leave the ropes on that were tightly wrapped around her breasts. She stood in the center of the floor kind of weak in the knees trying to regain her ability to stand and deal with the pain. Both of her nipples were now pierced. And her breasts were so big, especially the way they bulged out from the tight binding ropes. It even seemed like they were swelling more. They ached and throbbed. She could see that they were also becoming discolored from lack of circulation. Both of them had a pinkish red color. And some areas were already beginning to turn a darker blue. Michelle lightly touched them. The skin had become so tightly stretched that it actually felt straining to contain their new size. And they hurt. They hurt so much. She whimpered out to Peter in a half-crying, half-begging voice as if pleading for him to do something. "Oh Peter...they...they hurt..." Oh God Peter,... they hurt.... they hurt so much..." Her whole whole chest felt heavier. Michelle couldn't believe with all the fluid he injected into them that they didn't sag. In fact, they stood out incredibly firm. They were huge. They were massive. Yet, both breasts protruded perfectly from her chest. Peter then grabbed a long thin chain that had a clasp on each end. He attached the ends to the rings in her nipples. "All right,... on your knees slut." Michelle dropped down onto the floor obeying Peter. She had never felt so abused. Her whole body was the object of someone else's pleasure. "What's the matter slut. They hurt?" Peter asked reaching down and squeezing her left swollen breast hard. "Ohhhhhhh....Yesssss," Michelle answered whimpering from the sudden additional pain. Peter unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. His shorts quickly followed. His twelve-inch cock was fully erect. It didn't surprise Michelle this time. She knew how aroused he could become when abusing her. He moved right in front of Michelle and slid his cock between her massive breasts. "Push them together... around my cock," he ordered. Even though it hurt, Michelle immediately squeezed her breasts clutching his huge shaft between them. Then he began fucking her tits and moving his hips back and forth to slide his cock over the big soft bulges on her chest. "You nasty bitch," he panted fucking faster. "What incredible tits." Michelle looked down watching Peter's cock between her deformed breasts. The friction of his hard shaft sent waves of pain through each one. She didn't know if it was the needles, the fluid inside or both, but her breasts seemed completely inflamed and every touch made them hurt. Still, she wouldn't disappoint Peter. She squeezed her aching tits around his cock so he could fuck them. A few minutes went by. Peter was enjoying his tit fuck immensely. He could tell Michelle was in pain and that aroused him even more. Actually it aroused him so much, that when Michelle whimpered out, that did it. He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed his big cock and began spurting cum right into her face. "Oh, that's it. Take it bitch." He stroked it squirting cum over her tits and nipples and then again into her face. Michelle wound up with thick globs of sperm dripping down her chin. "Good.... leave it there," he commanded. Then he pushed the tip of his cock to her mouth making her suck off the last drop. "Lick it slut." He pulled his trousers back up. "Do you want me to make you cum now," he asked knowing she did? "Yes Master,... please. Use me... make me cum hard. I need it so bad," Michelle begged. Even with all the pain and torture Peter had inflicted on her breasts, Michelle was still in his power. She needed to cum. And for some crazy reason, which even she didn't understand, Peter's cruel abuse aroused her. Her whole body felt on fire and that she needed to orgasm so bad. "Can my slut take more," he asked? "Yes Master... use me... I belong to you," she whimpered looking up at Peter. He tugged on the chain pulling the nipple rings and making her tits extend out. She moaned out, "Oh Master... pl...pl...ease... pl.. pl..ease..." He held it there keeping her nipples stretched outward. The pain was almost intolerable. Michelle closed her eyes trying hard not to scream. She kept whimpering and pleading. "Oh Master... make me cum.... Please!!" "Does my slut want her new big swollen breasts whipped again?" Peter's questions were forcing her deeper into submission, deeper under his control and further into being a slut begging for more pain and abuse. "Yesss... Oh, Yessss Master... I need it," she cried and begged. "Whip them.... make me cum.... Ohhhh... Please make me cum!" You're just a whore, aren't you," Peter asked making her admit how filthy she had become. "Yes Master... I'm a whore to use.... Whip me... whip my tits... do anything you want to me. I need to cum." "Anything, Michelle? Is that what you said? Peter kept pushing her further and making her beg. She had reached the point where there were no limits to what she would do. Michelle Ch. 06 The relationship between my brother, Max and me had changed. We became very closed, so close until in the eyes of an outsider, we are just a couple in loves. And both of us intended to keep it that way, although we never actually spoken about it. But I knew he liked it this way and so did I. Recently, my brother bought a hotel package to visit Langkawi Island from Matta fair. On the day of departure, Max asked me to wear a white mini dress. The mini dress was quit modestly tailored with the hemline covering almost half of my thighs length and only a bit of my cleavage was exposed. The armholes were a bit too big, which exposed part of my breasts occasionally. The exposure was not too much, but enough to indicate the amber globes underneath the dress were unconstrained. That morning after my shower and walked out from the bathroom with only small towel wrapped on my wet body. He was already waiting at my bedroom with this mini dress neatly laid on my bed. I was expecting him to say no bra and panties, just the dress. Unexpectedly, he searched into my drawer and threw a pair of white cotton panties on the top of the dress. Then he asked me to remove my towel and lay on the bed with my knees stood on the bed. I did not say a word, knowing that he already had his plan all set for the day. I laid on the bed with my chest pressing on the bed and my ass pointing to my brother who stood behind me. I arched my back to the maximum, which would completely expose my fat puffy pussy and my tight anus. I knew he like it this way, and so did I. I knew he wanted to 'taste' me before the trip, because we would be away from home and he would have less chance to enjoy my body as freely as at home. He knelt down and slowly massaged my buttock and my back, carefully leaving my pussy and anus untouched. As his massage actions intensified, the repetitive stretch and relax slowly heat me up. My juice slowly soaked my interior and eventually seeped out from the crack. I knew he like to watch my pussy getting all hot and wet for him. By the time he placed his tongue on it, my pussy was already turned all swollen, slippery and delicious. However, he has taken his time too long. Before he can proceed further, the airport limo arrived and we have to stop. And that morning, my wet pussy was still horny for attention when we leave for the trip. On our way to the airport the limo had a tyre punctured and caused us almost an hour waiting for another limo to fetch us. We managed to catch the flight in time but were give separate seats. When we entered the boarding room, passengers were already started queuing to board the plane and we were the last two in the queue. Later, I was given a privilege to jump queue by a group of men in front of me. I took the offer and moved forward. But that moment, my brother was busy searching his beg and was left behind. The plane was full that day. We were waited at the boarding bridge in the queue that moved so slowly. In front of me was a man carrying his kid about 2 years old. The kid was very cheerful and I was playing little games with him while waiting. Suddenly, the kids threw the cup of yogurt in his hand right onto my chest. The cup landed right at my cleavage and immediately emptied the cupful of cool yogurt into the crack between my breasts before falling down to the floor. The sudden attack of the cool sensations on my chest gave my body a surge of thrill. "Uhh...." I left out a gaps mixed with surprise and excitement. My horny body was awakening. I instantly pulled my dress away from my chest to avoid the yogurt. Quickly the yogurt flew down toward my tummy and kept flowing down. I was panic and wanted to rush to the toilet. But toilet was either available in side the plane where passengers were still jammed up along the aisle, or located way back in side the main terminal building. I was unable to decide which way to go. Meanwhile the yogurt was slowly passing my tummy and fast approaching my crotch. The man in front of me realized something had happened and turned back to check. Quickly he understood what happened and he put his kid down and offered his handkerchief to me. "I am very sorry... Please use my handkerchief," He apologized at the same time checking out my chest. "Thanks," I accepted the handkerchief and quickly wiped away the yogurt on my chest. But I was still panic did not know how to clear the yogurt that went under my dress. Mean time, the situation has attracted attentions from group of men behind me. They started looking at us. "What's the problem?" The man asked. He did not know my real problem. "No... just that ... some yogurt went inside," I replied softly and pulled the neck of the dress to indicate where the yogurt has gone into. "Ohhh no. So sorry. Can you reach them...I mean can you wipe it...?" He did not know what to do either. "I think you might need to take off your dress?" He gave a suggestion. "No! I can't," "Why not? Just for while, I think you'll be excused," He encouraged me sincerely. "No! I can't." "I know it may be difficult for you, but you definitely be excused. Don't worry." "No, I can't. I'm... Cause I'm not wearing my bra," I replied with the softest voice. Meantime, I felt my panties turned a bit damp. The yogurt had gained its way to my crotch. "You're not wearing your bra!" He raised his voice as he was a bit excited by my answer. "Shhhhh... Not so loud!" I shouted at him. It was too late. Everyone around us heard it and turned to focus on me with sheer anticipations. I was totally frozen in action, only my heart was racing faster and faster. Never expected myself to end up in this situation. "OK. Let's do it quick," I took a deep breath. I put down my backpack and unzip my dress from behind. Carefully without revealing my assets, I released both arms from the armholes with the dress still covering my chest. Then I covered my chest with one hand and pulled away my dress with the other hand. The dress slowly slid down my chest, the frictions awaken my nipples. Then I realized my hand was too small to cover my breasts. I could only cupped one of my breast with my palm and blocked the semi-erect nipple of the other breast with my slender forearm, leaving generous amount of my two melons exposed from all direction. I took another deep breath and pulled my dress toward the man so that he can hold it for me. My hem rose as I pulled my dress forward and my buttock was showing. Fortunately I was wearing my panties; otherwise I would have another problem to handle. "Quick!" I urged him. However, we were both mistaken. As I was expecting him to hold my dress for me, he was actually thinking of doing the cleaning job for me. So, my dress dropped freely the moment I released it from my hand. "Ohh... Nooo..." It was too late, the dress dropped straight to the floor. I panic and tried to catch it with my hands. My breasts immediately broke free and everyone was treated with a brief but complete view of my breasts with my nipples in the state of erection. "Woww..." Some of them cheered in excitement. I realized what I did and quickly cupped my bouncing melons with my palms. Now, I was standing in the middle of a boarding bridge, naked from top down, wearing only my panties with many passengers staring at me, or my body to be more accurate. I was aroused by the attentions the focused upon me. The man was staring at me too wearing a 'what's now' face. "Never mind, just rub the yogurt off, quick," I commanded. He quickly leaned down and started doing his job. He first rubbed the upper part of the valley between my breasts, carefully avoided touching my fresh. When he came lower down my valley, I had to maneuver my two melons to the side to allow him a better space for his job. Then I have to lift them up so that he can clean the yogurt that went into the cracks of their bases. My nipples grew harder each time I move. My palms faithfully covering them so that no one will notice how erect they became. Then he went down my tummy and reached the waistband of my panties. He raised his head and looked at me for approval. "Quick," He lowered his head and focused at my crotch and began his final task. He rubbed my dumped and sticky panties in aimless directions, while his eyes glued to my sex. Then he suddenly pulled my waistband and directly rubbed on my skin. The sudden contact rendered my lower body weak and numb. Almost at the same time, a finger from behind me searched into the crack between my ass cheeks almost reaching my anus, which gave me a thrill. "Uhh..." I involuntary moaned softly and twisted my hip a little bit. The man quickly released my waistband and stood up with his face blushed in red. "I am sorry. I just thought that you skin must by very uncomfortable, that's why I..." He did not know that it was the finger not him. "That's OK! All done. Thank you," The finger quickly retreated after few strokes. I quickly leaned down and picked up my dress and get myself dressed. Everyone was given another glimpse of my bare chest decorated with two harden nipples in the process. Eventually, I was back to modesty and the show was ended. I turned my head to check on the owner of the finger. A fat man stood right behind me looking at me wearing a mischievous smile. I pretended a hostile stare before turning back. But, deep inside me, something much contrary to my hostility has just began to emerge. The sensations of the man rubbing at my crotch were still vivid round my crotch. And the worse thing was that the touch of the finger did not seemed to fade away, but slowly traveled down my moist crack to my wet pussy that was left horny since the morning. I can't believe it, how could I be aroused by such a disrespectful sexual harassment. But I really did! The jam began to clear and I started walking toward the door of the plane. The walking made my pussy crying for treatment even more. After walking few steps, the man behind me quickly closed up his distance and stayed real close to my back. My heart started to race, my mind turned blank not knowing what to do. I have a strong feeling that he would do something to me. I kept walking. After a few more steps, his hand landed on my left ass cheek and started squeezing my butt. I involuntary jumped forward a little and avoided his invasion. But very soon, he came again. This time, his hand landed at the middle of my bottom and his fingertips were touching my pussy, only separated by my dress and my moist panties. I caught his hand and trying to push it away. But he resisted. His palm was still firmly laid on my buttock. I took a deep breathe with my eyes closed, trying hard to evaluate what have been forced upon me. Time was passing fast; his fingers found their ways behind my hem and pocking directly onto my moist panties. Almost immediately, he found the softest spot of my pussy and began to force his fingertip into it. Protected by my panties, his fingertip was not able to travel deep into my wet tunnel. However, after a few force entries, waves of pleasure rolled in and my juice flowed like water. Instantly, my panties were soaked. He probably had felt my extreme wetness too. I was fighting with my inner self. Part of me was crying for retaliation but another part of me was holding myself up, willing to let him do as he wishes. I wanted to scream, but my throat was deadlocked. Later, I knew it was too late for me to retaliate. Above all, a subtle change in my body had betrayed me. My thighs had spread apart slightly and my crotch strained backward presented a 'welcome' posture to my uninvited guest. I was mortified by my own shameful behavior. Never thought that I would tolerate and yet aroused by such sexual harassment in the middle of a plane. And now I invited him to exploit my sex further. He was encouraged. His kept pocking his fingertip deeper and deeper into my wet opening, forcing my panties along into the wet crack of mine. His rough actions sent me to new height of excitement. I kept walking absence-mindedly toward the end of the plane to where my seat located. His hand never lost contact with my sex all the way. Apparently, he was sitting next to me and his friends were sitting at the neighboring row. Eventually, I stopped and stood at the last row of seat waited for him to let go. He reluctantly stopped after a final deep poking into my wet hole. "Ummm..." I almost came. I put my backpack into the overhead compartment and slipped into my middle seat. Then he forced his huge body into his seat. There was another man sitting on my left, his was handsome and his nicely built body could not concealed by his shirt. I fasten my seat belt and trying very hard to recompose myself. Refrained myself from looking at him although he has been trying to establish eye contact with me. With all the effort to pretend, my nipples were still rock hard and my bottom was still in total mess. From the corner of my eyes, I can't help but noticed his glittering middle finger that dangling in the air few inches away from my knee. It was the stains of my wetness! Slowly, I noticed a thin smell of my sex, not sure coming from his finger or my own bottom. I involuntary pressed my thighs firmly to each other, hoping to conceal everything within my bottom. I continued to pretend like nothing ever happened. Very soon, the plane took off and we were in the air. My bottom was restless. But I could do nothing other than sitting gracefully. In order to divert my attention, I took the in-flight magazine and started reading. The fat man started reading his newspaper too. In the beginning, he held up his newspaper to read. Later he opened the dining table and laid his newspaper on it. The unfolded newspaper was stretched from his dining table all the way to the above my thighs. "Excuse me. If you don't mind," He excused himself for the occupying my space. "No problem," This time, I was off guarded and given him a respond. "Thanks," He looking at me with a big smile obviously delighted. I quickly turned away and looking back at my magazine. After a while, he slipped his left hand under the newspaper and back on the handle. Then he fingertip lightly touched me near my knee and gave me a shock. I moved my thigh away. But very soon, his touched me again, around my mid thigh. I did not moved but pressed my thighs hard against each other. He started caressing my smooth skin and slowly gained his way to my inner thigh. My heart raced again, and my whole body turned powerless as waves of thrilling sensation flushing through my body. He pushed my right thigh few times, signaling me to open my thighs for him. I told myself I could never let him do it again otherwise that would be no ending. I kept pressing my thighs. He fingers came closer and closer to my pussy. Eventually, his fingertips went under my hem and poked into the gap between my inner thighs and sex; and found my wetness. "Honey. You're still wet, come on, open up," He whispered while slid his fingertip up and down my slippery lips. I suppressed myself but still unable to keep my moans from escaping my mouth softly. The man on my left noticed what happening and he kept checking out my crotch from the corner of his eyes. Strangely, the more he peeped at my crotch, the more turn on I became, the more I wanted to expose myself. His fingers squeezed deeper into the gap and gained more access to my wetland. My thighs gave way every time he slid his fingertip along my soft crack. Then I found him trying to feel my pussy by pulling my panties to one side. "Take off your panties. Honey," He whispered again. "Nooo...." "Yes, you'll take it off, honey. You like it, don't you. Look at you, you are so hot and wet down there," "Noo... Please, just continue what you're doing," "Come on, let me... I know you want it deep inside you... You so wet..." His fingers crippled their ways under my panties wandered around my wet opening. The man on my left pulled his pant and parked his erection to a more comfortable position. I can't resist anymore. I stood up and struggled to get to the toilet. I removed my panties without a second thought. But I hesitated when holding my wet and messy panties in my hand. If I throw it away, my brother might find out later. If I keep it, I would have to hold them in my bare hand, which everyone would notice. At the end I threw it away and walked out from the toilet. I saw the head of my brother who were sitting calmly at his seat, not knowing what's happening to me few rows behind him. Suddenly, I felt like I am cheating him. I went back to my seat just few steps away. I stood at the aisle and waited for the fat man to get up and give way to me. "Excuse me," He looked at me with a mischievous smile and refused to move. He looked at my hem few times too. "Excuse me, please," I raised my voice. This time, he forced his body to the back of the seat and spread his thighs indicated to me to step over his legs to get back to my seat. His friends were staring at me too. I figured that I could still get in quickly. So I raised my left leg and stepped in between his thighs. I kept my knee as low as possible but my hem still rose and I think my pussy was exposed in the process. Because I saw my neighbor's eyes wide opened. Now my back was facing the fat man, thighs half spread with one leg stood in between his knees and the other leg remained at the aisle. Just before I could bring my right leg in, the fat man attacked my buttock that stood vulnerably in front of him. He first pushed me against the seat in front of me then he put his hand right onto my uncovered pussy. "Huhh... Not now, please" I begged him to stop. But he did not. He roughly slid his plump fingers in between my lips and soon he poke his finger into my wet hole. "Uhhh..." The lower part of my body tensed up. I tried to close my thighs to stop him. But his thigh was in between mine, so my pussy remained dangerously opened before him. "Huhh...." Another finger poked in and went deep inside me. I lost my strength and leaning onto the seat in front of me. He slid his fingers in and out my slippery channel. At the same time, he unzipped my dress. Very quickly, my back was exposed. He stripped my dress from my shoulders down to my ankles. My back was completely revealed. Waves of satisfactions rolled in when he aimlessly touching my backs while fingering my pussy. I lost my inhibition totally. "Umm..." I shamelessly enjoyed the apparently sexual exploitation onto me. The activities had attracted everyone's attentions. One of his friends at the other row took out the cameras and started taking photos. "Lovely." "She's a star, man!" I was powerless to re-act. Later, another friend of him that sat at the aisle seat took his viewcam to film me. He begun from my leg and slowly filming up my thigh. My juice flowed like water knowing that my most private part would be filmed. The fat me increased his activities as his friend begun to film him playing with my pussy. One of his hands was playing with my wet and slippery pussy while the other was squeezing my rounded ass cheeks. He even repeatedly pulled my ass cheeks apart to completely reveal my inner lips and anus to the viewcam to do close up. The pains were enormous but I just can't resist the thrill of being forced to exhibit my aroused sex. The aircrews were walking up and down the aisle and were shocked by what was happening. However, none of them interfere. Now, everyone nearby was watching. I was extremely excited by what been forced upon me and shamelessly indulged into it. I let everyone watching me; watch how my most private part being harassed. I let a stranger film me; filming my most private part being harassed and turned so wet. Michelle Ch. 06 After satisfied filming my bottom. His friend shifted his attention to my chest. He pulled down my right hand away from the seat and slipped my dress off my right arm to completely expose my breasts. He started filming my dangling melon. The fat man joined in by pulling my right arm to my back and attacked my breast. He squeezed me hard and rough and my breast was no way to escape from him. My nipple grew rock-hard and full erect under his harsh treatment. The whole peak of my melon turned red and painful. But the pains were nothing compared to the erotic sensations that kept rolling in. Every detail was captured by the viewcam. More hands joined in. I closed my eyes as I surrendered my horny body to whoever whom claimed his rights. I did not know how many hands were on my body eventually. All I knew was my orgasm rolled like volcano eruptions soon after the man on my left cupped my breast with his huge palm. I could not suppress any more and released my deep moans of satisfaction right before every body. Soon after that pilot announced the landing and the game ended. ... The plane landed. I walked toward to the main building; the sun was hot and warm wind blowing down my hem. My heart raced again; how am I supposed to keep the secret of my missing panties. More challengingly, how am I supposed to tell my brother my newfound desire; that if man force upon me, I might just give in completely. ... "Hey. Are you Max?" Some one shouted from behind us. We turned back and I found that it was the man that sat beside me earlier. He was really tall and handsome. "Hey. Danny! What's a surprise? You come to Langkawi too!" My brother walked forward to receive his friend. "Danny, let me introduce. This is Michelle, my girl friend. Michelle, this is my old friend, Danny." My brother pulled me toward him and introduced me to his friend; the man that saw things I did on the plane and the man who landed his hand on my naked body! That was the beginning of my trip to Langkawi Island. ----------------------------------------------- Note to my Dear Readers. Thanks for reading my story. I found my fantasies gone wilder every time I write and I would do more daring things to pleasure myself (in my fantasy). Let me know what you think of the story. The plot seemed quite unrealistic to me. Nevertheless, I enjoyed very much writing and fantasying it. What about you? I started writing this story some time ago but I was reluctant to post it because it opens up a new storyline that would take many more stories to complete. But I decided to post it anyway; hopefully I find the time and courage to complete the rest of those stories in the future. Michelle Ch. 06 "Yes Master... ANYTHING!!! I'll be your slut and act nasty and dirty for you. Use me for anything. I want to please you any way I can. "Even if I want to whip your sore tits hard," Peter asked reassuring her willingness? "I'll do anything... anything at all... even things that the other girls would not let you do to them... use me... hurt me... just please make me cum... I'll be the best slut you have ever had." _______________________________________ cont'd in "The Bondage Club" (pt2) NiteWriter Send comments to the link below. Michelle Ch. 07 Michelle Ch.7 - The Bondage Club (pt2) Peter begins showing off his new slut and allows others to enjoy abusing her too. Michelle craves Peter so much that she can not refuse him anything. Subjected to extreme pain she's forced to submit further and show what a worthless needy whore she really is. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Peter left the room again. Michelle was kneeling there waiting for his return. She was sure he was planning something for her. Her breasts were throbbing. They were so big and swollen. Her nipples hurt so much too. After a few minutes Peter returned. He was completely naked. He grabbed the chain attached to Michelle's breasts and pulled, making her crawl out the door, down the hall and into another small room. There were five other men waiting inside. They were completely naked too and quickly gathered in front of Michelle to get a look at her huge breasts. She figured that Peter must have told them what went on in the next room. "What did you to her," one of the guys asked inspecting her swollen rope bound breasts. Michelle looked up to see who asking. "I injected a solution into her tits," Peter replied. "And she let you do that to her," he continued. Peter answered, "She agreed to it. Said she wanted to be a slut with big tits." That wasn't completely true, but what did it matter anyway. Peter was obviously making her out to be a whore that would do anything. The way she looked they had no reason to believe otherwise. Another of the men reached out to touch them. He gently squeezed her stretched swollen breasts with a couple fingers. "My God they're so firm." "Rings too, huh? Just put them in," he asked? "Yep," Peter answered. "Yeah, I thought I heard some screaming. Must have been her," the guy commented flicking one of the nipple rings with his finger. Then one of the others started directing questions to Michelle. "Do you like being Peter's whore?" After a moment's pause she replied, "YEssss,...." whimpering out. "He makes me cum so hard." "Really!! You mean.... from the pain," he asked? "Uhh..." Michelle stuttered a minute feeling ashamed to admit it. "Uhhh yes... I don't know why.... but.... but I like it." Michelle looked up beginning to feel more embarrassed from the questioning. These strange men were asking about her brutal treatment. She realized how odd her answers must sound that she liked what Peter had been doing to her. "Yeah I know women like you," one guy commented. "As soon as they get a taste of being treated like a slut...they can't get enough. They need the abuse... the torture ... the pain... is that want you like? Are you a filthy little pain slut that can't get enough?" Michelle couldn't believe what she was hearing. Is that what she had turned in to, she thought? Had she become a greedy slut in need of being dominated.., abused.., beaten.., and used for any whim that Peter could imagine? She couldn't help herself even in her thoughts because the answer was... YES... She didn't even realize while they were asking questions that she was getting excited and had her fingers between her legs rubbing her pussy. Michelle looked at Peter. "Oh Peter.. make me cum... please... make me cum. I need it. Hurt me... Use me... I'll do anything for you." She humiliated and submitted herself to Peter in front of these men. She was begging for more. This was hardly the sweet little housewife from three days ago. Peter looked around at all the guys. "What to see my bitch scream and beg?" Of course they were all up for seeing a filthy slut get abused. "Where the fuck did you find this bitch," one guy asked amazed at what he just heard. "What a hot fuckin' whore. And she's begs for it too." "She works for me." Peter answered. "I fuck around with her in the office and then she goes home to her husband." "You lucky fuckin' bastard." They all had a hard believing she was married and submitted herself like this. But they were envious of Peter for owning her like he did. All Michelle could do was listen to them while they decided what they were going to do to her. She just wanted to cum. Peter selected a thin wooden bamboo cane from the assortment of bondage and S&M equipment hanging on the wall. It was roughly four foot-long and had some flexibility to it. He waved it thought the air making this whistling sound. "So is this what you want slut," he asked Michelle sternly? From the sound of the cane as he swung it, she knew this was going to be a pretty brutal beating. "Yes my Master. "I just want to please you." That was the first time Michelle called Peter her Master. Even with her breasts engorged with the solution she realized that she needed more. Her breasts hurt. The pain inside them was constant. But she knew that eventually she would get used it. This is exactly what Peter wanted. He wanted a whore with big breasts so he could use them and abuse them. And she wanted to be that whore, even if she had to endure pain and be subjected to the constant breast torture. The other men stepped back waiting for Peter to begin. He swung the cane whistling it through the air...."SWISSSSSHHHHH!!!!" "OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!................" The room filled with Michelle's scream. And it didn't stop. The cane struck Michelle's swollen stretched breasts right above her nipples. "How's that you filthy cunt? Does it hurt?" As he quickly pulled it back from her breasts a welt formed on each one instantaneously. The intensity of Michelle's deafening scream continued as... "SSMMAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!................." "OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...." The cane impacted again striking her sore pierced nipples. Michelle grabbed her breasts in agony holding them. She was crying out, "they hurt so much... Oh they hurt..." But still she felt that twinge in her cunt. Peter handed the cane to one of the men. "Ever have the pleasure of whipping a set of tits like that," he asked? Fuck No," he blurted. "Go ahead... give it to her," Peter offered. "Everyone gets two cracks at her tits." All of them were excited at the idea. Peter went behind Michelle and grabbed her arms pulling them backwards. This made her breasts jut out and bulge from her chest. And the tightly bound ropes only complimented their tremendous size. The first guy raised his arm and swung the cane at her tits. Michelle was totally exposed the way Peter had her positioned. "SMMAAACCKKKKK!!!" The hard bamboo cane struck right across both breasts. "UUUUUUHhhhhhhhhhhh...." Michelle yanked free from Peter doubling over in pain. The fullness of her breasts from the swelling and the injected solution seemed to increase the pain from anything she'd felt before. Peter grabbed her arms again pulling her back up. This time he cuffed her hands behind her back. Then he moved in front and picked up the chain that was attached to her nipple rings. "She won't move now," Peter assured the others. He tugged on the chain extending her nipples outward. "Whaaaccckkk!!!" He lashed out again with the cane across her breasts. "UUhhhhhhh... UUhhhhhhhhh .. OOOuuuuuhhhhhhh!!! Michelle groaned out. The pain was so bad. It was so intense deep in her breasts that it traveled throughout her body. Her breasts were becoming bruised. Her beating tonight was so much harder than the other day. She looked down to see her huge bulging breasts. They were becoming a darker color, almost purplish from the tight binding around them. And they seemed to be swelling more. She hoped that they weren't permanently deformed. The long welt marks where the cane impacted seemed so severe that she thought they might not heal completely. Before the next guy took his turn whipping her, Peter grabbed this two-foot long flexible jelly dildo and inserted it into Michelle's cunt from behind. "I'll show them how hard you cum." Michelle knew what Peter was going to do. He was going to use the dildo on her cunt while they abused her tits. She knew Peter was right too. The feeling of having her cunt fucked while being abused did make her cum hard. Peter began fucking the dildo in and out while at the same time the next guy began swinging the cane. Michelle was getting aroused quickly. She needed to cum so badly. And it seemed like each blow on her tits became harder with each new tormentor. Of course Peter picked up his intensity fucking harder and faster with dildo. He eventually got to the point that he was ramming it so hard that it bottomed out deep in her cunt. When the last guy had his turn, he had Michelle lean over the back of a wooden chair so her bulging breasts would hang down. Then he walloped the cane two times in quick succession across the top of her tits. The pain just rocked right through her body. At the same time Peter had the dildo jammed up her cunt and yelling at her, "Cum, you slut!!" "C'mon you filthy fuckin' whore." The other guy then grabbed the chain yanking her up by her nipples. "Uuuuoooooooohhhhhhhh!!!" Michelle sobbed out as it felt like he was pulling the rings right out of them. "Stand up slut," he screamed out. "Let me see those tits." He grabbed her purple beaten globes in his hands and squeezed them. Michelle held on to the chair to keep steady. She wanted to beg him to stop, but all she heard was Peter yelling, "Cum...cum... cum you bitch." He was ramming the dildo up her fuckhole while this guy was pulling the chain. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. Her cunt was ready to explode. There was so much pain and pleasure that her body lost control. She screamed..."OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUUUCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!.... FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!...." She began cumming harder than she ever imagined possible. And it didn't stop. She was panting and yelling, "Ohhhhh....... Fuckkk....... Yess.....Yessss... Fuckkkkkk....." Once Peter saw Michelle in her glory having the ultimate orgasm, he knew that this was all her breasts could take for now. They were beaten to the point of being two bruised purple masses covered with deep welts bulging from her chest. He knew once her orgasm subsided that her only thoughts would be of how much they hurt. Peter could see it in her face. But the sight of her battered tits made him so hot. That was something that always aroused him. And seeing her cumming so hard added to it. His cock was so rigid that he could barely contain himself. He wanted to do more to Michelle. The other guys were feeling the same way. Michelle was kneeling on the floor moaning out of control. Peter moved to her and grabbed her head. He was so aroused with what he had done that he had to satisfy his hard cock. So he tilted her head back, stuffed his big stiff twelve-inches into her mouth and shoved it right down her throat. Michelle was so overwhelmed in her orgasm that all she could do was groan. Her throat was nothing more than a hole for him to fuck. Peter humped her mouth furiously ramming his cock in and out plastering his balls into her face. About a minute later he was holding her head up into his groin, fingers entwined in her hair and moaning. He was cumming right down her throat into her belly. There was not much for Michelle to do, but take it. Peter backed away when he finished dumping his load into her. His massive cock glistened with her saliva and remnants of fresh sperm that he just deposited down her throat. Michelle gagged and choked spitting up some cum. She hadn't recovered from her own orgasm yet or deepthroating Peter, when she felt another set of hands on her head. It was one of the other men. He put his cock to her lips. "Take it Michelle." It was the sound of Peter's voice ordering her to take this guy's cock too. She opened her mouth and he shoved it right in and down her throat, just like Peter had done. Peter helped by grabbing Michelle's sore tits and squeezing them. "C'mon slut, milk that cock. Suck all that cum out." Seconds later sperm was pouring into her belly again. She had to do all of the guys that way. Five more times she was throatfucked and given a load of sperm right into her belly while Peter abused her tits. A couple times Peter thought she wasn't participating enough. He was demanding that she suck their cocks and enjoy it. He wanted to see an eager slut that couldn't wait to get another load of cum. So one time he took this clamp-like instrument that looked like a pair of metal pliers. He gripped one of her swollen pierced nipples and began squeezing and twisting it. With a cock buried down her throat all you could hear was a muffled high-pitched scream. The pain was so extreme that she grabbed the guys' hips forcing his cock all the way down her throat. Her face was mashed into his balls while she sucked on his hard cum-filled dick until she drained the sperm out of him. Peter was yelling the whole time, "you fuckin' worthless cunt, get it all down your throat. Suck that cum. Choke on it." Then if that wasn't enough, with the next guy, Peter grabbed one of her engorged beaten purple tits in his hand. As she sucked this guy down her throat, Peter started spanking it with a one-inch wide leather strap. At first he was just slapping her tit, but then he literally began beating it harder and harder making Michelle's body wince in pain with each stroke. Michelle's mouth and lips responded by gobbling at the guy's cock trying to quickly make him cum. Peter didn't let up either. "C'mon slut, you can suck better than that." And he kept brutally lashing her breast until he was convinced she had another load in her belly. When her ordeal was over, the five guys simply left the room. Nothing was said. They all just stared at Michelle's purple-colored swollen breasts covered completely with welts. Her nipples still had a few droplets of blood from where they were pierced. Obviously she was nothing more than a piece of fuckmeat for their use. Peter grabbed the chain on Michelle's bleeding tits and began leading her out of the room. He still made her crawl like a worthless slut back to the other room. She cried and whimpered all the way down the hall. She was hurting so badly and she was so exhausted. Peter finally removed the ropes tied around her breasts. What a relief she felt when he did that. "Get dressed," he ordered. Michelle began slipping her clothes back on over the cum, over her nipple rings and over her new bulging breasts. Her blouse barely fit they were so massively inflated. That's when she began to think about her husband. There was no way to hide these. They walked out of the room and met the five men. They were dressed and ready to go too. "She's a great piece of ass," one mentioned to Peter. "Bring her around anytime." Peter looked at Michelle. "We'll be back." Then out the door they went. Michelle was daydreaming in the car about what to do when she got home. She could only guess what her husband would say. Then before she knew it they were back in company parking lot. It was 2am in the morning. Peter switched the light on in the car. "How's the tits," he asked. Michelle unbuttoned her blouse and could see the color returning to them. But they were still bruised and covered with red marks from the beating she endured. "There okay... I guess," she answered. She buttoned back up and kissed Peter good night. A half-hour later she was in the driveway of her home. All the lights were out. She expected that. She slipped in quietly and crawled into bed hoping not to wake her husband. She lay there unable to fall asleep. She could smell the sweat and scent of sex on her body. Her face and chest were still sticky with cum. Then almost as if in a dream she was awakened. It was morning. Her husband was in the bathroom. Fortunately the covers were still pulled up over her breasts. What would he say if he saw them now? When he came out he saw that she was awake. "What time did you get in last night? "It was late," Michelle replied avoiding a direct answer. He just grunted. "So what was it? Whoring again, huh?" Michelle just lay there hoping he'd just leave for work. She still loved him. But how could she tell him about the extreme things she was doing. She never thought a little office flirting would wind up like this. Maybe she did go too far. ______________________________________ NiteWriter Send comments to the link below.