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Sandy's New Role Ch. 01

By: mjar65



Sandy knew she was hot. Her husband told her she was hot. Her other lovers told her she was hot.

Early forties, blond curls, full figured but curvy and firm, 36D breasts that showed only the right amount of sag, nice large nipples and a soft, tight cunt.

Oh yeah – her other lovers.

Sandy had been seeing other men on the side for years. It was just something that, well – she needed.

She'd never told her husband. She was convinced he'd be destroyed by it – and then his career would suffer, too, since his firm put a premium on senior staff having 'the right kind' of wives.

And, she had to admit, she always was thrilled by the opportunity to get downright dirty with her other men. She chose them for that very reason. Sandy was convinced Tom, her husband, would never understand or be able to meet those particular needs.

Sandy had her own career and she was very enthusiastic about Tom pursuing his. They both enjoyed the professional life and the comforts it brought them at home. So there was never any question about Tom, a senior manager with a mining company, being away from home on field trips or visiting overseas customers.

For Sandy those absences provided the chance to get her own work done – and to find time for whichever of her new men took her fancy at that particular time.

Gary had been around for a while. Sandy had sampled him soon after she decided it was time to expand her experiences in a new direction. There'd been plenty of dirty, kinky sex. She enjoyed completely behaving like a slut and being treated like one. After all, it was all for fun and she got more than enough love at home. Over the years she'd gotten better and better at pleasuring cocks, sucking on them, even swallowing cum. She knew that tracked along with her general...was it decline?...into wilder and more adventurous sex. Having men shoot their loads into her mouth or even onto her face – well, that was only a part of what she enjoyed as a sexual plaything.

And then a couple of years prior one of her lovers had taken her to meet another couple and they'd enjoyed a very nice foursome. Sandy knew she wasn't bisexual – but she'd had a great time nonetheless sharing her body with another woman and sampling hers in return.

She'd also spent some time reading and cruising around the web. It was there she learned all about the meaning of her darkest desires, her want to be used and abused. Soon Sandy was ready to experience a whole new level of lust and excitement. She became certain that sexual submission to the right man would allow her to really let go and find the ultimate peak of sexual pleasure.

And so it was that, after a little trial and error, she'd found Gary on the web and struck up an email conversation with him about his interest in BDSM. It wasn't his only sexual interest, which made Sandy a little more relaxed. But he seemed willing to discuss it with her rather than demand things of her. Sandy felt she could be safe with Gary and confident about the opportunities he offered.

Gary wasn't her first or only 'dominant' lover. She'd already had her share of spankings, even some rudimentary rope bondage. Sandy loved it all. But now, with Gary, she was ready to really experience sexual submission in a more raw form.

Sandy wanted to feel totally debased. She wanted to feel like some kind of animal. A sexual object who would give and be taken beyond her will or control. Deep down she knew that giving up all control, that being nothing but a toy for the pleasure of another, was the path to the most incredible joy and self-discovery. Nor was she to be a fragile doll – Sandy wanted to feel pain, knew that physical abuse would thrill her, cherished the excitement and the fear that came with every thought of having a kind, caring lover who would hurt her!

And Gary had, of course, been wonderful! Quickly he'd introduced Sandy to a whole world she'd only imagined existed. It wasn't just the bondage and the new positions...or the new sex toys...or the spankings...the crop...the cane...

It was precisely that she could allow herself to release her inner needs...to feel totally free of any guilt or misgivings...simply to be reduced till she was less than a woman, no longer a person. Gary could demand things of her – things she'd secretly wanted to give for so long. He trained her to beg – beg for more. With Gary she learned to call out to him when she wanted his cum splashed on her face or gushed into her open mouth. She learned the discipline of the routines he coached her in, and the sexual positions she would assume with a single-word command so that she was available to him instantly. She learned the joy of silent obedience, knowing it pleased him and, thus, satisfied her. She learned, too, that at last she could ask to try so many of the things she'd imagined or discovered during her trawling on the web.

She loved it all!

It wasn't all plain sailing of course – what is? Sandy had never really gotten comfortable with anal sex – the one aspect of being a slut that was denied to her. And the fact she went home to Tom (or that he would be back home in only a day or two) meant there always was caution about vigorous beatings lest she be left with bruises or marks. But that was a small sacrifice.

Besides, her strongest need was to allow Gary his pleasure – and she really only needed her mouth, her cunt and, if he allowed it, her hands to do that.

Of late Gary had begun to mutter out loud about an inclination he had to 'share' Sandy with one or more of his dominant friends. Sandy never asked about him directly about this – but inside she felt both arousal and pride at the thought.

And recently she'd finally found the courage to raise with Gary the subject of golden showers. Why not? An act that truly would debase her. A most intimate act of giving herself to another.

Oh, of course, she 'gave' herself to her husband frequently. Tom was a very skilled lover and Sandy delighted in 'offering' herself to him whenever the mood took her – like making sure she was doing a little nude sunbathing when he popped home early some afternoons, when she would crouch on hands and knees beside their pool while Tom to pumped his load into her.

Tom – her husband was great, a wonderful fuck and the best companion Sandy could want.

But after all these years she just knew one of them would die from embarrassment or shock if she ever let Tom know what she wanted, needed...and how she got it. She just knew...she couldn't...

Gary, on the other hand, was not only ready for what she wanted and needed...he was ready to take her to places she hadn't even been sure she wanted to experience.

Which was not what he had in mind for this afternoon. On the scale of intensity this was to be a fairly standard play date. Sandy had been hungry for a long, demanding session after a few busy weeks with work and social engagements. But he could spare her only a couple of hours that day he'd said - apparently he had something else to attend to that Saturday. She was a little miffed because the opportunities for them to play were infrequent as it was.

Still – there was no way she couldn't enjoy his attention. As soon as she'd walked in Gary had ordered her to lift her skirt and bend over for him. Then her panties had been yanked down to her knees. She was wet and her smooth shaven cunt lips swelled up as he looked and commented on her slutty appearance. Sandy still found it difficult to be examined like this – she still thought of the imagined imperfections of her body. But naturally that only made Gary enjoy it all the more!

Soon after Sandy was draped over Gary's lap as he delivered one of his trademark spankings – long, drawn out with his hands alternating to deliver blows that began softly but after a while had left her skin feeling hot and raw. Sandy didn't mind that – she never minded that. In fact, this afternoon Sandy had begun to moan aloud from the very first blow of Gary's broad hands.

From there she was ordered to bend over the arm of the lounge chair and now Gary used his favourite paddle on her butt. It was strange to Sandy even after all this time that she could enjoy this abuse so much despite Gary practically ignoring her cunt – in fact, all her erogenous areas. But there was no denying the deep stirrings Sandy felt at receiving a measured beating like this. She knew she got physical enjoyment from being spanked (or worse!) but even deeper was the sense of fulfilment from the deferral of her own sexual needs. That she was forced to wait reinforced the fact that she was a mere sex toy.

Gary cared about Sandy and her needs. Yet he understood her greatest need was to be used without thought or mercy.

And the feel and the sound of the paddle striking her taut arse was something Sandy almost could not get enough of. The cane...the cane was a thrill...having overcome her initial fears...but the paddle! – the slap of the leather and the weight behind it when Gary drove it into her arse cheeks. Sandy knew that some women treasured the deep bruises a dominant could create with a paddle. It was something she wondered about...but had resigned herself to never experiencing.

Next Sandy was ordered to her feet and told to strip naked. There was no need for the order to be repeated! Happily, Sandy noted how her heavy D-cup tits swayed as she took up the position Gary had taught her was required at this point of the play. Sandy thought of her tight cunt as her best asset. But there was no doubt her tits were a close second. She waited for his fingers to grasp her nipples, to squeeze her fulsome tits. All her men loved her tits. Tom loved them and she knew he enjoyed the fact that when they were together in public other men would allow their eyes to linger on her bust. Surely he'd never have guessed that she enjoyed the pleasure of having them tortured – bound tightly, flogged, even having hot wax poured over them.

Sure enough, Gary couldn't resist taking her tits softly in his hands and, for the umpteenth time, gently hefting them as if to test their weight. Sandy dared to let out a small sigh. Catching one of those strangers eyeing off her tits at the mall or in a restaurant was guaranteed to make her cunt moisten. To stand naked in front of one of her lovers (Tom, Gary, any of them) and see the way they were turned on by her body always made her start to gush.

Gary knew all this. And soon his hand was between her legs, nicely spread just the way he liked it, and sliding two fingers up into her sex. His other hand stayed on her tits to pull and twist on her nipples. Her sudden moan was involuntary – a reaction to the pain and the extra heat it generated. As always Sandy didn't know which sensation to focus on. It felt so good to have her heaving tits given some serious treatment...but the feeling of her cunt being penetrated, invaded was delicious.

But so soon it was over. Sandy was ordered onto her knees and she quickly complied – knowing full well what was coming and knowing that she would enjoy it. At the next command she opened Gary's pants and extracted his long cock, long since swollen and ready for her. Without waiting for his next order Sandy bowed her head and plunged the shaft into her mouth. Oh how she loved sucking a cock! No matter what adventures Gary had taken her on Sandy was yet to find a sexual act she enjoyed more than sucking on a rock hard meat pole.

Gary allowed her a few moments to enjoy the headjob all on her own, naturally happy to feel her lips and tongue slaving over his rod and Sandy's soft, skilled hands threatening to pull him right over the top. This was a small reward he allowed her – a taste to keep her fully charged up. But not too much! It always helped to keep this little slut wanting more but Gary didn't want to risk cumming yet.

'Hands on your clit,' he ordered next. This was a routine he'd used before. Sandy remembered it. She still felt a little silly masturbating in front of another person – some men enjoyed the show but she'd never really understood why. This, however, was different.

As soon as her hands reached between her legs Sandy felt Gary grasp her head. She tried to relax – she wanted to relax! She was about to be face fucked and Sandy wanted every last bit of it. 

Sandy had long ago learned of the delights of taking a cock deep into her throat. She'd straight away known to ignore the rising of her gag reflex and the feeling of being suffocated. In fact, Sandy even looked down a little on those women she knew couldn't accommodate a cock so deep. For her there was never any discomfort in having her throat filled with a hard, throbbing piece of man – like everything else she desired about sex it was a joy to give herself up to his pleasure, being as base and as wanton as she could manage.

And there was no doubt about the effect it had on her. Combined with the gentle pressure her forefinger was putting on her clit, Gary's cock in her mouth and her throat made her feel incredibly alive and aroused. Even he had been surprised the first time they'd 69ed and Sandy had reached up to grab his arse and pull him deeper into her. After that he had made a face fuck a regular part of their play dates and each time Sandy looked to please and reward Gary. Oh how she enjoyed being used like that.

This time she allowed herself to go with the flow. Gary seemed happy to slowly jam his cock deep into her, waiting several long moments before sliding back and once more into her. This way, she knew, her mouth and lips could work more of his shaft. Sandy simply hummed and moaned along with his rhythm. She loved the feel of his hands holding her head so tight, the sensation of this wonderful man using her mouth as a mere hole for his cock...and the rather yummy warmth from playing with her clit.

She rather wondered whether she might cum like this...and then she decided what she really wanted was for Gary to explode in her mouth. Not deep like this – but across her tongue and her lips, so she could feel and taste him at the same time...perhaps leaving a few drops around her mouth so she could like look a proper little whore while licking them up.

Sandy was just getting into her stride now, feeling her lust start to turn towards a climax. She never came easily and even with her beloved Tom her orgasms could be few and far between. But Sandy knew she enjoyed sex, she loved sex! – she was sure she could enjoy being fucked as much as any woman. Being on her knees, masturbating obediently and having her throat plumbed always pushed her in the right direction.

This was not to be one of those times. Gary had other plans.

He sat in her in a straight-backed, wooden chair and her hands were cuffed behind her. Then she watched, wide-eyed and excited, as Gary produced his favourite leather flogger. 

There was no warm-up this time. Sandy didn't care, being heated enough from the earlier pounding on her arse. Gary gave himself some room and drew his arm well back. Sandy tightened up, waiting for the first blow. 

It was strong, slashing across her left tit. Sandy jumped, her tits bounced agreeably and she let out a small gasp. Gary again drew back...and this time aimed at her right tit. Again her tits bounced and swayed under the blow. But the sound from Sandy was not one of protest.

Again and again Gary lashed her jiggling tits. Each time Sandy made small sounds of delight and encouragement. She hoped he wouldn't leave marks...but right then all she wanted was for him to keep on with his harsh flogging. 

Several times he paused so he could reach down and run one or two fingers through her slit. His touch on her clit drove Sandy wild. What she really wanted, needed, was something to fill her hole. Hoping that that was exactly what Gary intended next she revelled in the sharp pain of his beating, using her moans of heat and desire to signal to Gary she was ready for a good solid fucking.

Sandy loved the way her tits behaved when being punished like this. She watched out of the corner of her eye as each carefully aimed blow made her tit flesh jiggle in a most agreeable way. Gary had confessed once before how exciting he found it. All her men loved her tits.

But is was only when her udders were glowing a nice red that Gary finally decided he was ready for the next stage. 

Sandy was released just long enough to be positioned over the dining table. She knew instantly what to do – feet spread and arms stretched out above her head so he could tie her to the legs of the table.

She was ready, open, available. It was a position of humiliation. It was a position of vulnerablility. She loved it!

And she loved it even more when Gary, finally gave her what she'd been needing – three fingers slowly forced into her hot, wet fuck hole. 'Thank you, thank you Sir,' she panted as he slowly worked the length of his fingers in and out of her hole. Soon he would have her close to cumming. Just a few minutes of the right kind of work in her hole and she would erupt for this wonderful man. And then Gary withdrew.

Sandy felt the emptiness immediately. There was no panic. But instantly she was aching for something – a vibe, a cock – to invade her waiting hole.

Sandy was not ready for what came next.

Almost as soon as she felt the touch on her cunt lips Sandy knew what was to happen to her. Gary had selected a large cucumber that morning. Now he was forcing it inside her body, deep in her cunt. 

The vegetable was thick and hard. Sandy's free flowing juices provided more than enough lubrication. The trouble, she realised soon enough, was that Gary had carefully selected a width which would test her capacity. She was to be not only fucked, but stretched wide. Sandy could feel how tight it was inside her once delicate sex. 

Occasionally she cried out softly to Gary – 'oh fuck...I don't think I can take it...ooooh...feels so – oh!...' Luckily he'd left it out of the fridge. 

Long minutes passed as he gently sawed the cucumber back and forth, each time inching it still further inside her. Sandy soon was moaning again. 

It wasn't until the cucumber had been fully shoved into her gushing cunt that Gary turned his attention to Sandy's long neglected clit. Now her moans turned to purring as Gary softly, gently teased and rubbed her hard little bud. Sandy was starting to feel desperate to cum now. But in this position she was helpless, ready for whatever he chose to do to her. Her cunt was open and even her vulnerable little arsehole was exposed and ready for whatever Gary chose to do.

Slowly he worked at her clit, easing up on his thrusting with the vegetable, making sure they both were concentrating on her pleasure and her approaching orgasm. This, too, was a delicious humiliation. Oh Sandy surely wanted to cum – but to be needing it so strongly when bound like this and at his mercy...well that was guaranteed to bring her off.

Gary knew what to do, even if he wasn't yet as skilled with her parts as her Tom. Her release, when it finally came, was a long, strong surge of energy through her mature body. Sandy threw her head back and stretched herself even further across the table. She called out softly to Gary, short whimpers of lust and relief. As soon as the first crest began to pass Gary started in on the second orgasm. This required a little added stimulation and he took a firm grip on the cucumber. 

Sandy, still rolling in the waves of her first climax, was oblivious to the coming onslaught – until the point at which Gary began firmly thrusting the vegetable in and out, using long strokes to drive Sandy to a second orgasm. 

As the blood surged through her Sandy was reminded of her first beatings at his hand. Gary had quickly worked out how to use the warmth in her tits and heat in her arse cheeks to return her to her peak. After being used and abused so well Sandy needed only to lay there against the hardness of the table and allow Gary to do exactly what he chose to do to her. And sure enough, her second orgasm welled up inside Sandy and her legs tightened and her back arched and her cunt gushed. Again she cried out, louder this time as much in thanks to Gary as in response to her climax. 


Sandy's New Role Ch. 01



And this time she was ready, almost grateful, when Gary withdrew the cucumber from her cunt. Sandy took pride in the tightness of her cunt. She could always be confident of pleasing her lovers. And she always felt her lovers fill her up. Rob (oh, she remembered Rob) had done more than that with his massive equipment. She'd had trouble waking to her car after that night.

What Sandy expected, wanted next was Gary to shove his own pole into her. Doggy style would be rather pleasant – even more so if he chose to pound into her. Perhaps he'd order her to lie on the table on her back like a piece of meat, a dish to which he would help himself.

Instead, when Gary released Sandy from her bounds he helped her up and gave her a light kiss on her lips. It was a signal – the play was over. She was a little stunned – surely she would be fucked properly? She wanted his cum...she wanted to act as his private slut...she was disappointed. Sandy was prepared to beg but something told her there would be no point. Gary seemed very clear – time was up. He was all very apologetic, mumbling again about something else he had to help someone with and Sandy knew well enough not to press. 

Besides, the whole point of the lovers she took behind Tom's back was that there was no commitment – that, after all, best suited Sandy's need to be a slut and a whore. It was fair turn about, then, if one of her men couldn't give her the time (or the action) she was longing for. 

So Sandy made an effort to clean herself up and she got dressed. Plenty of time now to get home before Tom did...maybe even time for a quick lie by the pool in the afternoon sun. She'd probably not masturbate – that wasn't how Sandy enjoyed herself. It would be nice just to relax and think about Tom (or John or Rob or Gary) fucking her on the hard pool deck.

With their brief goodbyes all said Sandy slipped out of Gary's apartment to her car, parked only a couple of driveways along the street. For a brief moment she felt a stab of horror that a man standing up near the corner looked like Tom. But she was sure, she knew, that it wasn't Tom.

Sitting behind the wheel Sandy paused for one final adjustment. She couldn't help herself – one more glance to see if that man...

Oh my fucking god!!! She wanted to scream. She wanted to run – to hide. But there was nowhere to go. That man was Tom. Sandy felt as if she would throw up. No no no – this could not be happening. Oh no...Tom!!!

There he was, walking nonchalantly towards her, crossing the street. It was obvious he'd seen her...must have been waiting for her. But how?...

By the time Tom had climbed into the passenger seat Sandy was in tears. 'Oh Tom...Tom...I don't know what...oh please Tom....'

And he was reaching up to her, soflty touching her cheek. 'I'm sorry sweetheart. Please don't cry. I didn't mean to give you such a shock.'

'But Tom...you know...I mean...'

'Yes,' he answered gently. 'I know. I'm not here to be angry with you or to divorce you or anything.'

'Tom I've been so stupid...selfish. I never meant to...'

'You haven't hurt me. That's why I'm here.'

Sandy stopped now and looked at her husband. What on earth could he mean?

'I know you've fucked with other men. And it used to bother me - for a while. But then I figured you must have known I was seeing other women on the side too.'

Well, no in fact. Sandy had wondered about Tom away on all those work trips. But she'd never even wanted to look for any signs of infidelity on his part. Or had she just been trying to avoid facing up to the obvious? Tom's sudden confession only added to her distress.

'I love you my darling Sandy. And I'm sorry to have upset you like this. It wasn't fair to sneak up on you – but I didn't know any other way.'

'Tom, I don't understand.'

Well y'see...it just so happens I've known Gary for some time...through a friend of a friend.'

Now Sandy was sure she was going to be sick. Her head was pounding.

'I'm sorry. It sounds so cold. But we were together socially...one thing led to another. I realised he was fucking my wife. Of course he was freaked out when I told him and straight away promised he'd stop seeing you.'

Tom paused now. He had a very strange look on his face.

'I wanted to know, y'see...I wanted to know how he found you as a lover. I think you're the sexiest woman in the world and I always love having sex with you. I guess I was excited knowing that other men think the same things about you.'

Sandy had stopped crying by now. Her emotions were no less confused though. Caught red-handed. But she wondered if by now she ought to be getting angry with Tom and not the other way round.

'So Gary told me about the things he does to you.' Tom looked down. 'He assumed I did the same. I had no idea.'

Sandy swallowed hard now – this was about to get worse once again.

'No no – please don't get me wrong. I love you Sandy. I want you to be happy. I know you love me. I don't understand about these needs you have...but if Gary can provide something for you then I want you to have that.' He looked straight into her eyes now. 'I know you'll always come back to me Sandy...and I don't want to risk driving you away.'

'Oh Tom,' she burst out and fell into his arms, a mess of tears once again.

And then he hit her with the bombshell.

'So let's go back inside to see Gary. I know he hasn't finished with you today.'

Sandy was dumbstruck. She felt faint. What was going on? She'd just been caught being unfaithful to her husband...and now he wanted her to go and finish things? Finish what? What the hell did it mean?

In the confused state she now was in Sandy had no hope of resisting. She simply climbed out of the car and followed her loving husband back to the front door of another man's apartment. There he knocked on the door and waited for Gary. He came to the door looking rather sheepish and glanced at Tom before speaking to Sandy.

'Sorry...it was a good plan but we didn't know how you'd take it,' he said to Sandy. 'Please come back in.'

And Sandy did. Just like that. Still in a daze.

There was tremendous relief that Tom seemed to be handling things so well. She wanted to ask about his little trysts too. But that curiosity was turning to something more...something based on the fact that Tom had wanted Gary to 'finish'. What did that mean? There was that familiar feeling of dread and anticipation building up in her – a sensation that was guaranteed to make her feel horny. Sandy knew there was something wrong about that in the present circumstances but she couldn't help it.

Then Tom suggested she undress for them. 'I told you Gary wasn't finished with you.'

She gave him a long stare. What the fuck was going on? But she felt a thrill to be obeying Tom like this. Sandy knew it would be a thrill for Tom. She'd long known he enjoyed having other men look at her. To be displaying herself like this would make them both proud and pleased.

To be doing so in front of Gary - who apparently had organised the entire scene with her husband - to be stripping off so both men could look at her...and more...Sandy could not get her clothes off quickly enough.

Only a moment passed before both men moved to her. As both pairs of hands began to caress and explore her body all her earlier tears and shock and confusion floated away. Instead she felt the power of a much more pleasant feeling surging though her. Standing like this, being felt up by both men, Sandy could think only of how humiliated, confused, scared and thrilled she was feeling. 

She slipped quickly into her submissive state. She was ready – to obey Gary...to obey Tom. Her husband!!!...now he, too, was part of her secret little world.

'You're going to make us both very proud,' said Gary to her. 'And at the end I will send you home with your husband as the true little slut you've always wanted to be.'

TBC



Sandy's New Role Ch. 02



At some unseen signal between the men, Sandy was led back to the dining table. Already she was prepared for what was to come and willing to grant these wonderful men whatever they wanted. She bent over and lay her body across the hard surface, legs parted. Her ankles were shackled once again as she waited their next order. She felt vulnerable and she felt ready...ready to be used for their combined pleasure. Sandy was to be a sex toy for both these men...one of them her darling husband! And she had only a moment to wait.

'See if her cunt's nice and wet,' Gary suggested to Tom, obviously happy to treat her as a mere object. 'I am sure she will be wet but I think you should check.' Without a word in reply Tom quickly slid two fingers into her tunnel. Sandy knew it was wet. She groaned -- a sound of lust, a sound of humiliation. Tom...playing with her like this...she'd never really thought he could. Suddenly she wasn't sure if she wanted him to. Until, that was, Tom decided to thrust his fingers back and forward in her hole. 

Now Sandy completely forgot her fears and misgivings and inhibitions. It was as Gary had said -- the true slut she'd always wanted to be - a slut and a whore. But best of all she was to be used for the pleasure of her darling Tom. Her need to give herself had always been stronger with Tom than any of her other men. She wanted to be a slut but most of all she'd dreamed of being his slut!

Finally her loving husband announced 'I guess she's ready.' The next thing Sandy knew was that Gary was standing beside her with a heavy leather paddle in his hand. Without thinking she began to protest. So many feelings and thoughts...it was happening so fast Sandy was unsure of whether she might be overwhelmed. 'No...I don't think...'. But it was too late now.

The first blow sounded loud...louder than it felt. Sandy heard herself utter a tiny sound at the sudden shock. Instantly she wished she hadn't. Gary would think of it only as encouragement.

The second blow was just as loud but Gary had switched to her other arse cheek. She knew what was coming. As always her body responded instantly. Soon her lust would overwhelm her and then Gary would take full advantage. Sandy wrestled with the thought. She wasn't at all sure she was ready for Tom to see this side of her -- an obedient little whore who loved pain and had tried for so long to keep it from him.

The third and fourth blows followed quickly. Tom kept right on fingering Sandy's steaming cunt. Somehow Gary was able to work around him. Sandy had no choice but to give in to her lust -- and the sounds Gary was forcing from her made it impossible for her to deny what she really felt. As the force of the blows increased Sandy felt the last of her self-control slipping away.

But it was more than self-control that was the issue. Neither Gary nor Tom had given the slightest hint that anything would happen this afternoon that they did not want. Sandy's concerns and fears were to be ignored. She might have thought about that some more -- but the stinging blows on her arse were robbing her of the ability to think at all.

She'd learned to love the feeling of helplessness that came with this situation. Her ears were filled with the sounds of the leather slapping against her flesh. Her mind was filled with the sensation of pain, all lovely and warming. Sandy had never taken blows as powerful as this. She'd never known her arse to feel so tender and so hot. But then, Sandy had never dared let herself go this far. Today she would be bruised, she knew it. But her cunt was creaming now and she knew that it had precious little to do with the action of Tom's fingers. 

Only when Gary decided that she was properly warmed up was she allowed a break. It was a small mercy. She knew her arse was glowing red but dared not look. Tom was back there, her loving husband who until 30 minutes ago she'd assumed was too naive to even consider this kind of play might be fun. 

'See,' said Gary, 'she loves this. That's why I'd assumed you two played like this.'

'No,' answered Tom, softly. 'I mean, I know people get off on this but she's never said anything to me.'

'Then its time to bring out the heavy duty stuff.'

Sandy could hear it all of course. They were talking about her but she was not worthy of being spoken to. She was to be used, to be abused if 'they' wanted it. But Gary's casual remark made her shiver.

'I need you to help me now,' said Gary as he moved about the room behind her. 'I'll take care of her cunt. Can you hold her wrists for me? Hold her down tight on the table.' Sandy wanted to protest once more. But the words would not come out. This was all too delicious and she was too deep into her submissive self. There was more fear -- only this was the best kind of fear, the anticipation of the pain she was sure Gary was about to deliver.

'She's never been properly caned,' he went on. 'Today finally I can give her a nice set of stripes'. Sandy felt herself groan. 'You don't mind?'

'I guess not,' came the quick reply from Tom. He sounded more confident this time. 'I know you want to do this and I know she wants it too.'

Once more Sandy felt herself shiver. Tom was giving permission for her to be caned. More than that he hadn't even bothered to ask her. Sandy had never felt so subjugated and so humiliated in her life. Could it really be so good?

Tom moved to the head of the table. He bent down to her -- for just a moment there was a little show of concern or doubt on his part. 'Are you OK? I love you my darling. I know you trust Gary.'

Sandy couldn't speak. She could barely acknowledge Tom whispering in her ears. She wanted to tell him how truly deeply madly she loved him right now. But the words wouldn't spill out of her frazzled brain.

'She has a safeword,' came Gary from somewhere behind her. 'She hardly ever uses it but,' he went on with menace, 'today she might.'

Then she felt something slipped between her cunt lips and pressed deep into her hole. A vibrating egg she guessed. Sandy was grateful for the extra stimulation, knowing it would help to distract her from the pain of the beating. Gary had a plan...and knowing that made her anxious and eager all over again.

Again there was some hidden signal between her two men and Tom took a firm grip on her wrists. Suddenly he seemed confident about what he had to do. Later Sandy could think about what had gotten into him. For now there was only the knowledge her husband was stretching her across the table and forcing her tits to press even harder against the cool surface.

This was going to hurt. She knew it -- she wanted it. But she didn't know how much it would hurt. Oh, she gave a silent plea, please don't let it be too much for my first time.

Sandy wanted to brace herself but it seemed Gary and Tom had taken care of that already. Without thinking her arse cheeks had tightened up. Gary started to rub them firmly. Like Tom, he found it hard to resist an opportunity to grope her backside! But Sandy knew we was deliberately combining pleasure and pain, trying to mix up the signals he was sending her.

After a few moments the length of the cane was laid across her bum. It was a shock...but Sandy instantly was trapped by her emotions and her desires. She wanted this so badly. She was a dirty whore and a cheating wife and somehow her husband and his friend would make her feel so much better about that.

The first blow was gentle. No more than Gary had delivered to her in the past. There were several more of these taps across her left and right cheeks. She wanted it now. She was sure Gary knew it too.

She sensed a quick movement and without warning Sandy felt the new sensation of the sharp, burning pain searing into her arse. She cried out as much in surprise as protest. She'd heard the sound of the cane striking her flesh. Not at all like a crop or a paddle. But the sensation! - the pain was so new. Not thick and warming as she was used to. Normally her whole body enjoyed being beating. But the cane centred everything on her bum. The result felt shocking and cruel. 

The second blow was just as fierce and it threw her head back. 'Ooh'!

'Hold her tight for me,' Gary asked her husband. How would Tom cope with this?

The egg in her cunt was turned on now. Sandy was grateful for the relief. She felt Tom pull harder on her wrists and knew her arse was not done with yet.

The third blow...then, harder, the fourth. Sandy had no idea what to make of it. She was being caned -- she loved it and hated it all at once.

'Yes,' said Gary in a low voice. 'Some nice stripes now.'

Sandy felt a thrill. At long last, she was to be marked.

A fifth...a sixth. Sandy could hear herself moaning. Surely it was pain...but just as surely it was lust. She was lost now. 

Again Gary struck her. Sandy had never known such pain or such elation. She felt more alive then than she'd ever imagined possible.

Tom could hear her sounds but she didn't care. After all, he was the one who was holding her down to the table. Perhaps Tom saw his role in this scene as some kind of revenge. Sandy was ready for that. Somehow the pain of the beating would purge her guilt.

Gary seemed to be carrying on regardless. He was still increasing the force of the blows. She'd lost count but finally Sandy reached a limit. 'Oh please...don't...'

'That's not your safeword you poor little bitch,' came back Gary with a chuckle. He turned the vibrations of the egg up further. 'I think we need your husband to help me out here.'

Quickly Gary slipped leather cuffs over her wrists. The loss of physical contact with Tom upset her. But that was not the worst of it!

'We can make her stretch a bit further if you lick her arsehole,' Gary instructed. 'She loves it and it will help distract her from the cane for a little longer.' 

Now Sandy realised the depths she had fallen to. Of course Tom knew of her dislike of anal penetration. She'd just never found the courage to tell him about the thrill she got from having someone play with her little hole. Sandy wasn't even sure how Tom would react to the suggestion he lick a woman's anus. But she felt herself sinking as two hands (Toms?) gently spread her arse cheeks.

Sandy had not imagined she could feel so degraded as this. Being tied down and having her arse spread wide.

Oh, but it got worse. Tom's soft warm tongue pressed against her little hole. She tried to tense up but Sandy couldn't help it - she moaned in response. It was a mistake...she'd not wanted to enjoy this...but it was inevitable...automatic. Christ she loved having her chute tongued and Gary knew it. She'd been betrayed...but Sandy could do nothing more than keep moaning as Tom started to lap softly at her back entrance.

She was sure she wanted to die. There was something very wrong about her new situation. But Sandy had never felt more fulfilled and more in love with her husband than she felt right then.

The tongue left her anus...and the warm pleasure was forgotten as the cane once more cut into her arse cheeks. This time Gary had meant it. 'Fuck,' she cried out as her head flew back. This was going to be tough. Her arse felt like it was on fire. She was prepared to beg for the paddle now, with its blows spreading out across her flesh. Sandy knew she couldn't take much more of the cane. But she wanted more -- to please Gary...to show Tom...to be a slut whore who was both proud and punished all at the same time.

The next one came with a faint whistle as the cane sliced through the air and into her bottom. Now Sandy was ready to use her safeword -- she was a filthy wretch who'd wanted more but failed at the final step. She was just about to utter the magic word, to beg if necessary, when her burning cheeks were pulled wide once more. The soft tip of a tongue probed her rear opening. Oh yes, that was so much more bearable than the cane. She was beyond moaning now but Sandy could hear herself panting under the twin sensations of being beaten and rimmed. Oh God -- Tom!...

'Two more,' said Gary firmly.

'No...' started Sandy. 'I don't...'

'Two more. You can take two more,' he cut her off. 'Either your safeword or two more. Once you have some nice marks to wear then you can be fucked and sent home.'

At that Sandy realised she had no choice. Oh how she wanted to be fucked. That was worth bearing even the hardest of Gary's blows.

'Show her your cock,' he suggested to Tom. The warm tongue left her anus and she felt Tom move to her end of the table. Then she felt Gary withdraw the vibrating egg from her cunt. Sandy started to panic. Without the pleasure of that buzzing toy to give her some relief the beating would be so much harder to take. But she heard Tom pulling at his fly and turning her head now Sandy saw his wonderful cock, just inches from her face looking all thick and semi-hard.

Sandy started to cry again. It was lust for Tom's cock...any cock! But it was love for him -- the deepest love she could imagine. She wanted to give herself to him more than anything in the world at that point.

Right then Gary stepped forward. Sandy braced herself though she was sure that would make the pain even worse. Gary was making her earn her fuck that was for sure.

Again there was that faint whistle and again Sandy felt the fire searing into her flesh. The moan that burst from her was one of pain and rebellion. There was a fleeting concern that her skin would split under this assault. She'd never known such pain or such a state of fear and helplessness. She knew Gary cared for her. She knew Tom loved her. But even more she knew there was no escape from the final blow.

Sandy didn't want that blow. Yet, she knew just as surely that she did want it.

She kept her eyes on her husband's cock.

The whistle, the crashing pain in her rear end. Sandy had never been so aware of her arse. She no longer cared about anything but escape. As the tears fell from her eyes Sandy did the one thing she'd thought she would never do -- she muttered her safeword! 

Sandy knew she had been broken. After all her wondering and searching she had finally reached this point -- the point where she knew the feeling of being truly humbled, being nothing more than an appendage, utterly under the control of another. Of a man! -- a man who could command her and manipulate and use her as if he owned her.

At last Sandy felt true surrender. To Gary...and to Tom? -- she couldn't be sure. The safeword had made her feel strong and safe. But there was no doubt that now Gary owned a piece of her, owned her in the way she'd dreamed Tom would.

These thoughts surged through Sandy's mind as she felt again the soft warmth of a tongue against her anus. Oh how that softness salved her pain. It felt almost caring. The tongue was Gary's, she thought to herself. Not that it mattered. She was lost, she was theirs. Perhaps never again would Sandy resist their desires. Her arse -- as Gary lapped wetly at her Sandy was sure now that he would, perhaps someday soon, penetrate her back hole. She would be ready, willing -- grateful.

And then Gary spoke and Sandy was dragged from her reverie. 'Its over,' he saying from behind her. He gently pressed two fingers into her cunt and slowly stroked her tunnel. 'Its over...you made it. I am so proud of you and Tom can't believe what you did then.'

It was true, though he was as much alarmed as amazed. Tom was trying to dry her tears, concerned at this release of emotions. Sandy tried to reassure him. 'I'm OK, honestly. Thank you Tom. I deserved that. I needed that.'

Tom was pulling at her cuffs now, trying to release his wife and still trying to understand what he'd just witnessed.

'I'm sorry mate,' he said to Gary. 'I've just never done anything like this. And Sandy...'

'Its not like she needs this all the time. You two can decide what happens from now on. But those welts on her arse look great. And now she's so horny and so desperate to fuck us!'

Of course it was true -- Sandy was as excited and turned-on as she'd ever felt. The pain in her arse was fading a little. Sandy knew she had more than earned a full-on fucking. Being punished like that didn't change who she was -- it only validated her new role as a slut whore wife to Tom. Seeing her caned wouldn't be the last of his surprises.

The last thing Gary did before allowing Sandy up off the table was to take several pictures of her backside. She wanted to look, too, though she was a little nervous at what she would find. There was no doubt Gary was pleased and he took the time to record his handywork. Sandy wondered whether he'd yet shown Tom the rest of his album of 'Sandy pics'.

'Now,' said Gary. 'Lets warm her up for a proper fucking!' And with that she was helped up off the table. Gary turned her so he stood behind her as she faced Tom. Her husband's face was alive and his cock was hardening. Gary gripped her wrists this time and pulled her arms behind her back. This position made her heavy breasts thrust forward. Sandy loved this position. She knew what it meant.

'That leather flogger' said Gary. Tom searched quickly and picked up the large, purple leather implement. He took up position in front of Sandy. She felt a delicious shiver run through her body. She knew exactly what this meant. This wasn't about punishment, not even about pain. The flogger would be delicious, it would spread the heat of arousal through her body. She loved the way it made her 36D's bounce and she knew Tom would enjoy the sight too.

There was just a little flicker of doubt -- Sandy had dreamed of being truly submissive to her husband but was she ready for this? Did she really, after all, want her husband to flog her?

His first blow was a gentle swish. Tom lacked the skill of Gary but he was persistent.. 

By the fourth blow Sandy was sure -- she knew that she wanted her darling, loving Tom to take her like this, to humiliate her and punish her. She wanted to be beaten and she wanted it to be by his hand. He was doing his best in this new and confronting situation and she knew then, as much as she'd ever known, that her love for him was total. She'd always know she'd give him anything he wanted -- and now Tom knew it as well.

'That's it,' Gary urged. 'Nice and hard -- she loves that.' Oh Christ, he was determined to give up all her secrets! And it was certainly true -- it was a delicious feeling to have her tits moving under the blows of the flogger. Tom was laying broad strokes across her tits, each time sending them rippling, accentuating their size. Not to mention giving them a nice pink hue.

Once more each blow was met by Sandy giving out a high-pitched mewling sound. Sandy tried to maintain eye contact with her husband. She wanted to watch his delight at the way her tits bounced. She wanted him to know how proud she was of him...and how eager she was for him to continue. 

Gary wanted more than that, however. He'd obviously laid careful plans for this afternoon and had looked forward to the chance finally to push Sandy to her limits. With a simple nod to Tom he took hold of the flogger and ordered Sandy to spread her legs. Sandy knew she was being taken to the edge but no longer felt any fear. Their tag-team held the promise of twice as much of everything when the play turned to her being sucked and fucked. She knew she could accept that kind of treatment.

Gary quickly started in with his turn. He went at her D-cup tits with relish. Unlike her novice husband, Gary got a thrill from flogging Sandy while she stood helpless before him. He alternated between left and right and her udders bounced wonderfully under the force of the blows. The extra warmth quickly moistened her cunt. Gary made sure some of his blows were aimed there, too. Her dirty slut cunt -- she was always pleased to feel it sting under Gary's assault. His aim was as sure as ever and the sting of the flogger on her delicate flesh turned Sandy's gentle sounds into gasps.




Sandy's New Role Ch. 02



Where she'd gazed on Tom with a feeling of love now Sandy felt a strong determination. Gary was testing her and she wanted to make sure she could take what he wanted to dish out. It was a matter of pride but it was more than that -- only by receiving all she was given could Sandy feel that she had submitted totally. 

'Think she's ready to suck you off?' Gary asked her husband.

'I know I'm ready'' came the eager reply. 

'And you?' whispered Gary into Sandy's ear. 'Ready to take your husband into your mouth and show him what you can do?'

Sandy had said barely a word since she and Tom and entered. She still couldn't speak properly. Sandy wanted Tom's cock -- she nodded eagerly. Her tits were warm and her cunt was wet. Now her mouth began watering in anticipation. Tom, however, was in for a surprise.

She was forced to her knees as Tom moved in. Despite his shock at seeing his wife abused and beaten his cock was hard and ready for her mouth. Sandy reached up and took him in her hand so as to guide him to her already open mouth. Then she stepped through another door. 

Once Tom's cock was nestled in her mouth Sandy reached round and grabbed his arse cheeks. She forced her jaw to slacken and her throat muscles to relax. Then, wanting to share with Tom everything that she was, Sandy pulled her husband towards her and took his length in her mouth. She kept on pulling on his arse till the head of his cock was wedged against her windpipe.

She felt Tom's reaction. She heard his gasp. Tom had never so much as suspected Sandy would want to perform a deep-throat -- for him or any man -- let alone that she'd worked hard to develop the skill. 

For Sandy this was not about humiliation. It was more like a confession, revealing to Tom all that she'd become and all that she would be for him. She might have felt a pang of guilt at having kept this little secret from him but somehow it didn't seem so unreasonable after the almighty shock he'd given her that afternoon. This was the final release of the slut she'd been born to be. 

Sandy was thrilled to have her husband's cock pressing against the back of her throat. She thrilled at the feeling of him stiffen and swell even further. Sandy knew this would become a regular performance from her in their marital bed. And why not? She loved her husband. She loved this act. 

Gary was making himself busy -- taking more photos of Sandy at her slutty best. She barely gave it a thought. It seemed right somehow. Sandy was no longer bothered at the thought these two men would discover her deepest hidden self. Gary had broken the last of her resistance, allowed that true self to surface. Tom had happily given his permission. She would do anything for him from this day on.

'Might stretch her little cunt now,' offered Gary. As if the large cucumber earlier hadn't been enough. 'I've got this old soft drink bottle all lubed up for her,' he went on. 'Make sure her cunt is properly warmed up and wet for both our cocks.'

Sandy was happy with whatever they did to her. She had Tom's cock in her mouth. And Gary had uttered the magic words -- she would be fucked. That was truly her reward for the punishment and humiliation she had received that afternoon.

She spread her legs further as Gary crouched behind her. The glass was cold and hard as it was forced up into her sex. It was a slutty, dirty thing to have done to her. Tom didn't seem to mind at all that a foreign object was being used to fuck his wife. Sandy was glad that Gary was enjoying himself -- for her it was a relief to have something inside her hungry hole. She quickly found herself enjoying the firm strokes with which he moved the bottle back and forth. 

All the while she worked on Tom's wonderful cock. Occasionally Sandy came up for air and paused briefly to steal a glimpse at Tom's face. He looked confused, a little overwhelmed. But his cock was as hard as she could wish for.

As she slurped at him Sandy felt her saliva dribble down over her lips and her chin. His cock was thickly coated with her drool that slid down over his balls as she massaged them. Oh how she loved Tom, more than ever now she was sure.

And it was Tom, after long minutes of having his shaft shoved down his wife's throat (perhaps his first ever experience of a woman's throat, wondered Sandy) while another man fucked her crudely with a bottle, who made the next move. 'Lets get her on the bed now,' he suggested to Gary. His voice sounded urgent.

Sandy was helped to her feet and there Tom gave her a long, tender kiss. 'We're going to fuck you now. You want that don't you?'

'Yes...oh, yes please,' she gasped. 'Please Tom, I want you to fuck me and I want Gary to fuck me.'

At that moment the glass bottle slipped from her gushing cunt and fell to the floor with a dull thud. She dared not look but knew it was glistening with a thick layer of her juices.

'Looks like her hole is wet enough for us both now' offered Gary. The two chuckled knowingly. It was dirty, filthy humour fit for Sandy's new status as a lowly sex toy. Her face burned with shame nonetheless. Neither of the men saw it -- Sandy was heading for the bedroom.

She walked stiffly. Already her arse was feeling the after effects of the cane. The welts Gary had made were tightening. She would be sore later. But that was what she'd wanted all along. Whatever marks Gary had given her Sandy would wear with pride. Tomorrow she would lie nude by their pool and allow Tom to see the results of the first proper caning of his slut whore wife.

Once she reached the bed Sandy wasn't sure what the men wanted. She knew her total submission had been replaced by a shared desire for wanton sexual pleasure. So she took up position in the middle of Gary's large bed, on her back with her knees up and legs spread wide. Sandy knew exactly the effect this would have on her two lovers.

Tom appeared first and dove straight between her legs. Oh god yes! Tom enjoyed eating her cunt almost as much as Sandy enjoyed having him do it. She was wet and slick and almost wished Tom would slip right inside her.

Then Gary appeared beside her and she saw the flogger in his hand. Sandy smiled weakly. Gary knew her too well. A little more of the flogger on her tits would surely push Sandy over the edge.

He was gentle but steady. Tom was like a man possessed. Sandy reached out for Gary's hard cock. A good size, similar to her husband's. She would need both cocks inside her before the day was done. Sandy had been near boiling with lust when she'd first arrived at Gary's. With everything she'd experienced in the few short hours since Sandy needed to be fucked more than she'd ever imagined.

But there was no time for that. With the two men working on her, the two cocks so close to her, the incessant tonguing on her clit and the gentle flogging of her tits - Sandy didn't just cum, she erupted, she swelled and stiffened, her entire body was ripped by a massive orgasm. She grunted and bucked and twisted. She felt herself flood Tom's mouth and cover his face.

She wanted to speak, to shout her thanks to them, to verbalise the release and the intense pleasure she was experiencing. But somehow she couldn't make that part of her brain function. Instead it was only crude grunting that issued from her mouth. Hell, she couldn't even remember where she was or whether it was day or night. This was the kind of orgasm a woman could wish would never end.

Somehow Tom hung on to her, gently dipping his tongue into her hole. Gary dropped the flogger and bent over Sandy to kiss her softly on her open mouth. It was clear they both appreciated her performance

The crest of her wave carried Sandy along for several minutes. In this state she was never going to come down completely from her climax. Sandy knew she would cum a second time today. 

It helped that both men were showering her with kisses. Tom took to gently stroking her cunt lips. Gary softly teased her nipples. She wasn't sure if they were granting her an interlude or a gentle reward. But Sandy knew that wasn't the reward she needed. 

When Sandy finally could speak there was only one thing she wanted to say. 'Fuck me now, you bastard,' she muttered. Which bastard didn't matter. Sandy didn't care. It was the nicest way to follow an orgasm from being eaten -- to have a thick cock slowly stroking the inside of her cunt. And there were two on hand -- two cocks that Sandy wanted to feel deep inside her. To her relief Sandy felt both men spring to action.

Gary lowered his mouth over her left breast and straight away began to suck and bite on her nipple. Oh, how that made her cunt react! Sandy spread her legs even further as she felt the familiar touch of her husband on her inner thighs. He didn't utter a single word to his wife but instead simply shoved his length home into her cunt.

Sandy could hear the animal noise she made. Even Gary hadn't heard that kind of sound come out of her before now. Oh fuck, that WAS what she'd needed!

What followed over the next half hour was something of a blur for Sandy. She knew that as Tom slowly fucked his wife Gary continued to nibble on her teats. Later when they changed position it was Gary's cock buried inside her while Sandy tasted her own cunt on Tom's cock. She knew she'd enjoyed lapping at his balls while he straddled her face. 

Soon it was Gary's pole in her mouth. Sandy turned her head and strained her neck so as to suck Gary down as deeply as she had her husband. Someone was pulling and twisting cruelly on her nipples and Sandy reacted as she always did.

Eventually she was turned over (or was that her doing?) and positioned on all fours, with a cock rising up to her mouth for her to clean while the other plunged again and again in and out of her fuck hole. The two men swapped positions over and over. Sandy lost track of who was where and she relaxed in the thought she didn't need to know. 

For this was the day another of her naughtiest and most secret fantasies was coming true. To be taken -- fucked -- by two men at once. She'd dared to imagine it. Now she at last she was here -- naked, exposed, safe, wanton and wanting. These two had done all that for her! If she was their sex toy then the pleasure was all hers. Their lust combined with hers to make her feel fulfilled, totally a woman.

At one point something (a finger?...whose?) was inserted into her anus. Sandy welcomed the sensation. 'Gary will fuck my arse one day soon,' she thought to herself. 'Tom as well.' She shivered slightly but there was no fear. At that point they needed only have asked for her bottom and it would have been theirs.

Then she was on her back once more and still being fucked by one of those wonderful cocks. Someone, surely Tom, began to work skilfully on her clit with their fingers. Despite the incessant fucking Sandy had recovered from her first enormous orgasm. She was ready to cum again and someone was making sure it happened.

Sandy wasn't sure which was the more important part of this orgasm -- the thrusting in her hole or the strumming on her little bud. Her first true experience of being fucked and pleasured by two men at once. Sandy well knew she had earned this -- her arse would show the effects for days to come. Now she need only lie back and experience the crashing power of her orgasm. 

As the climax surged through her aching body her legs wrapped around one man. Her cunt muscles tightened around his cock. Her hand reached out to find the other. Her mouth hung open and again Sandy heard herself making those wild sounds. Not as loud this time, never as powerful for the second round. But the orgasm was strong and long and consumed her body just as it overpowered her mind.

She heard her breathing, ragged and shallow. She flopped back onto the bed. Her body remained rigid. Her mind was frazzled. Her orgasm surged through her...on and on it went. She could feel herself shaking a little. Sandy just let her mind wander now and gave up trying to cope with the intense pleasure or worry about what had been done to her. Oh...she could die right now!

What she really needed was to be allowed to return to the real world. An orgasm like that would need a few minutes of rest. Two cocks and two orgasms. What more could a slut whore like her need? The trouble was that the men couldn't wait.

'Jesus, my turn,' said one of them.

'You know how she likes it,' said the other, softly.

Sandy knew too. Spent though she was, Sandy was determined not to be disappointed. She was prepared to beg.

'Yes, cum,' she panted. 'Please...please cum on my face. Cum in my mouth.'

Tom was surprised to hear Sandy's enthusiasm. She would explain it to him later -- how she'd cum to know she was a cum-slut and how Gary had taught her to beg like a greedy whore. Right now there was nothing to explain -- only lust to quench.

She lifted up onto her elbows and cupped her ample breasts in her hands as each man took up position beside her. Sandy didn't know which cock to watch, which one would erupt first. It was a delight to see both men eagerly stroking and wanking their cocks. They might have been concentrating on their own climaxes but Sandy knew for certain she was the centre of the action.

And she was happy to display the training Gary had given her.

'Yes, that's it,' she began to insist. 'Cum on me. Shoot it on me.' 

'Just like a fucking porn movie,' muttered her darling husband, wide-eyed at the display.

'Shoot your fucking load onto my face,' she demanded of him. 'I want your cum in my dirty mouth'.

She opened her mouth and slid her tongue past her lips. Her first twin cum experience! Sandy once more let herself imagine she could die there and then and go out happy. But first she wanted to catch every drop.

Gary got there first -- long thin spurts of his juice blasting over her. Her neck and cheek caught the first one. Then it was her left tit. As her kept on madly wanking himself he showered Sandy with dozens of little droplets of sticky white goo. Those that didn't find their way to her mouth landed on her chest, her forehead, her ear and her hair (how always she enjoyed that!). One came dangerously close to her nostril.

And then Tom followed straight after. He didn't spurt quite like Gary, instead his seed erupted in big thick wads. Sandy delighted in the wonderful sensation of his sticky cock juice splattering onto her skin -- her chest, neck, cheek, between her eyes. And Tom saved the best for last -- two more shots dropped right into her waiting and hungry mouth! Sandy hadn't realised Tom had such skill -- had he been practicing with someone else?

She knew she was grinning wildly. The two men were doing the same back at her. Sandy kept her eyes fixed on them both as she swallowed and then used her fingers to gather what she could and scoop it into her mouth. She thought about this act making Gary proud. She thought about this act giving Tom an extra thrill. But most of all she just thought about how much she enjoyed the taste of their cum and how excited she was at having been a target for them both.

There was one last task to perform. Gary had moved in first with his softening shaft, still glistening with the remainder of his orgasm. More cum! Sandy happily parted her lips again and took his meat into her mouth. She knew to be careful as his head would be hyper-sensitive now. 

Being required to clean off his cock while the last of his cum dried on her face might have been the final humiliation. For Sandy, however, it was a last chance to savour his taste and to accept his permission to behave like a dirty cum-swallowing slut.

Tom had his turn, too. Sandy took extra time with him, using a hand to press him forward to make sure she cleaned him thoroughly. It was a deliberate act of giving. She wanted to feel his cock as it slowly went soft and she wanted him to know she treasured it still. Above all, Sandy was happy to acknowledge that he, Tom, was the one who truly owned her body and her heart.

Only when she was sure there was no more man-cum to be had did Sandy sink back onto the bed. 

The three of them lay together and cuddled for a time. Both men were anxious to be reassured Sandy was fine and contented -- and, above all, pleased at what had been done to her. Her two lovers commented on her prowess. As they both caressed and admired her body there were crude comments and knowing snickers between them. Sandy felt that familiar flush returning to her cheeks. But it wasn't as if she could protest because she knew everything they said about her being a slut and whore and dirty bitch was true!

The only 'problem' with it was that it seemed to stir the two men to renewed arousal. Sandy didn't need more -- so far that day she'd received more than she'd have thought she could take! But somehow she just couldn't refuse them as they gently started in on her body.

Slowly, softly they played with her tits and lapped at her nipples. Sandy sighed as her normal physical responses took over. It was actually very relaxing to have both nipples being sucked at the same time -- even if her cunt did moisten anew. Again she felt herself pleased to be able to have this kind of effect on them both and she gladly accepted their ministrations as a kind of unspoken thank-you. It was soft and nice and very indulgent for her.

The guys also took turns licking at her cunt. Her hole felt a little raw after all the action it had seen that day. Still, the softness of their two tongues was a delight Sandy didn't wish to pass up. It was enough for her to close her eyes and, not for the first time that day, accept whatever they wished to do to her. One of them especially seemed to enjoy trying to press his tongue as far into her hole as it could go. For the second time that day there was a soft lapping at her anus -- surely Tom further exploring her enjoyment of having her arse stimulated. At other times there was a tongue, she guessed it belonged to Gary, was happy to devote most of its attention to her clit.

And somehow, quite unexpectedly, Sandy felt two small orgasms shoot through her body. The guys seemed not to notice. Tom certainly knew Sandy had never needed to chase multiple orgasms. She wasn't about to complain though! Nor did she care to think too deeply about the cause. Surely it was enough just to know she'd had two wonderful, generous men pleasuring her body and making her feel extra womanly.

Finally, exhausted, Sandy was left to rest and recover while the two men tidied up. Sandy was content to lie there naked and half-dozing, listening to their voices, especially Gary explaining to Tom the uses for some of the bits and pieces of equipment he had stored in his toy bag. 

She must have fallen into unconsciousness at one point. Then suddenly they were close to her once again. Sandy wasn't really ready to have her space invaded right then. So there was a little sense of shock and protest as they climbed back onto the bed next to her. 

Gary was suggesting that Tom take Sandy to the bathroom. That sounded a better way to go. A nice relaxing shower seemed to be the plan and Sandy was quickly moving past her shock at being disturbed to thinking how she would enjoy sharing a shower with two men for the first time. 

She dragged herself off the bed and walked stiffly into the bathroom. There Sandy took a few moments to examine her arse in the mirror.

She could see the welts left by the cane -- thick and still pink with the hurt she'd felt. The bruises were wide and dark. The pain had been incredible! But Sandy was proud of her first proper caning -- proud she'd given herself up like that, proud to have given Gary what he wanted most and proud to have cleansed herself in front of Tom.

Next Sandy noted there weren't enough towels for the three of them. Men, she noted silently, sometimes were not the best planners. But Gary had his camera in his hand. There was one final act to perform.




Sandy's New Role Ch. 02



Tom softly whispered in her ear that she was to kneel in the shower recess. The tiles would be rough on her knees but Sandy gave it only a moment's thought. Now, finally, Sandy knew the feeling and knew what it really meant to be submissive. She understood she could never again deny Tom anything as far as sex was concerned. Besides, this wasn't the first time she'd sucked Tom's dick in the shower -- though it was the first time it would be captured on camera.

So Sandy took up the position as ordered. Tom took his cock in his hand and she noted it was looking thicker than normal though not really hard. Not a great challenge for her.

Tom stepped forward and she waited obediently for her next instruction.

'I know you love me,' he was saying. 'And I could never love you more than I do now, having seen you like this, having had you share your innermost self with me.'

This, thought Sandy, was a bit heavy-going for a blowjob.

'But there's one more thing we need to do to make it complete and to finish off today in the best possible way.'

Swallowing his cum. Sandy could do that easily, provided he could manage another ejaculation.

He stepped closer and Sandy got ready to open her lips and let her husband push his meat inside her mouth.

Then his cock erupted and Sandy watched as a strong jet of shiny gold leapt out of her husband and blasted against her skin, right over her sternum!

Sandy just froze. This was her deepest darkest desire. That bastard Gary had betrayed her again. Whatever would Tom be thinking of her right now?

There was no more time to think -- her darling husband was moving his hand and the stream of his piss was covering both her tits and now working up towards her neck...and her face!

'Just washing off all that cum,' he murmured as the hot golden liquid ran down her body in sheets.

It was his piss. It was hot and it felt harsh...and it had that smell! It made her skin tingle and her brain race. Sandy was shocked and amazed.

Above all she knew it was right! She could never have imagined what it would feel like to wear a man's piss, to feel the beating of the golden fluid on her skin. But now Tom was giving her this ultimate desire and experience. She was a cum-target and a piss-whore. This was surely as low and debased as Sandy could become. And how completely wonderful it was that Tom had understood or accepted her need for this...and that he had wanted to be the one to totally own her in this way.

And now his stream was passing up over her chin. Sandy wasn't sure if she was ready yet for the ultimate act. She hoped, she knew, Tom would understand. But her dark and dirty side was still strong. As Tom's hot piss splashed against her lips Sandy felt herself gently stick out just the tip of her tongue. 

Those drops she tasted mixed with the smell in an almost overpowering concoction. No wonder people thought it was a gross thing to do! But to Sandy right then it felt completely natural. Whether or not she could drink his piss was yet to be seen but Sandy knew one day soon they would try this again -- provided Tom was not repulsed by it.

'Great!' Gary was calling out from behind her husband. His camera had caught all of it -- every last drop so to speak. Sandy was thrilled by that, and by the fact Gary had found a way to confide in Tom about Sandy and the kind of woman she really was.

Tom looked as if he didn't know what to make of it. Sandy knew he was a thoroughly decent man who for all his faults would never want to mistreat a woman. Yet here he was beating his wife and now pissing on her as she knelt before him. Everything had gone so quickly today -- and that counted for Tom as well!

'I didn't know if you'd really want to go through with it.' Gary continued to Tom.

'I didn't know how Sandy would react if I did,' he replied.

'You never do. Never. Not the first time and sometimes not even the times after that. Not just piss play -- anything!'

'Are you OK darling?'

'Mmmmmmm,' was all the response Sandy could muster. 

'She was fucking brilliant! Awesome,' Gary was saying. 'I'm glad we got to do this. And I am really glad you two got to share it for her first time. She's wanted it for a long time but could never really bring herself to ask for it.'

'I can see why,' answered Tom.

But by now 'she' was wet and getting cold as the warmth of Tom's piss left her skin. Slowly Sandy tried to climb to her feet. Her arse cheeks were stiff and her knees were sore. She was a mess and no doubt a sorry looking sight. She realised that even the tight blonde curls of her hair had been splashed by Tom's piss. And she smelt foul. It was all very strange and pleasing at the same time.

Later she would stare with wonder at the video of her kneeling, staying completely still, while the man who loved her unloaded his bladder onto her. Right now, though, she needed a shower.

'Come in and help me,' she murmured to Tom. It was more of a plea than a command. This had been a very long day. Sandy was spent emotionally and physically. She was so grateful to Gary that she felt she'd never find the words to thank him properly. But first she needed to get out of here, to wind down, get back home and try to deal with everything she'd done and all that she'd become. 

Tom forgot his shock and gently bathed Sandy. They each said very little during the shower. Sandy was grateful for that. She still needed some time to work out how to deal with Tom and what he'd seen and learned about her. She'd been utterly untruthful with her loving husband and now there would come some sort of reckoning. The shame she'd felt that afternoon had been powerful and thrilling. But there was another shame -- about what she'd done to Tom and the terrible danger in which she'd placed their relationship.

To add to the confusion of thoughts in her head Sandy noticed that Tom and Gary seemed to be getting on still like old friends. Or was it just male bravado? 

And the water went everywhere because Gary insisted on leaving the shower door open so he could record the whole thing. Her arse was tender and Tom took extra care when washing and drying her there.

Finally Sandy was dressed and ready to go. She clung tightly to Tom's arm as they went through the front door. Sandy turned for a moment and gave Gary a quick peck on his cheek. There were things in her head that she had no way of expressing. She was so grateful for all he'd shown her and given her. 

'Thank you Gary,' she said simply. 'I don't think I can speak at the moment. Please wait and I'll call you.'

At that Gary just smiled a big smile and Sandy sensed that somehow everything would turn out OK.

She shuffled out into the street and across to her car.

'I told you,' said Tom with a grin, 'that driving a bright orange sports car would get you into trouble. Even if I hadn't know where to come today I could have followed you.'

'Whatever,' she replied, too tired for banter. 'But you drive. I'm not sure if I can sit down with my bottom like this.'

Gingerly she lowered herself into the car while Tom adjusted he driver's seat and the mirrors. He kicked over the engine and as he slipped the car into gear he turned to her.

'I hope you realise there's no sex for you for two weeks.'

Sandy stared at him, a faint feeling of horror starting to grip her brain. It must have showed on her face.

'Oh no,' said Tom, starting to laugh. 'Its not meant as any kind of punishment or payback. Its just that Gary tells me there's some kind of play party in a fortnight's time. And you need to be good and horny that night. Because I've agreed he can take you along as part of the show.' 



Sandy's New Role Ch. 03



Sandy had recovered quickly from the ordeal she'd experienced at the hands of Gary and Tom. Yes, Tom -- her husband. The man she loved had not only learned of her desire for dark pleasures but had happily conspired with Sandy's secret Dominant to give her an afternoon of the most exquisite pain and pleasure. The bruises had faded soon after. But her men had promised further adventures.

Tom had told her about the party as they'd left Gary's place. At first Sandy had been shocked. Then she'd been uncertain as to whether she could bring herself to participate. But as her body had recovered her mind had kicked into gear. Then the days had turned into weeks and Sandy had found her thoughts turning from fear to excitement to anticipation. 

It had reached the point where in those last few days Sandy had found it a struggle to function normally. Her mind was filled almost constantly with hungry thoughts of what her two men might have planned for her. She'd dared not ask although she had shuddered each time Tom or Gary had dropped a little hint. 

Gary was in charge. She was to perform as he instructed. There would be a group of men. Tom would be present but no-one else would know he was Sandy's husband. He and Gary would keep her safe but Sandy would be required to accept and endure each and every thing that would be demanded of her.

And her mental state had not been helped at all by Tom and Gary having decreed that sex was to be rationed until the party -- in order to 'make sure' that she arrived at the party feeling horny and hungry. Even masturbation had been banned. Sandy had felt somewhat put out by their decision but she'd never even contemplated disobeying them. She loved Tom now more fiercely than ever and was excited to be able to obey such commands from him. 

The rule had not applied to Tom. Throughout those four weeks Tom had helped himself to her body seemingly whenever the urge had arisen -- her tits and her arse and her cunt had been fondled repeatedly. He had made sure many times to demand that Sandy suck his cock. On one evening he had taken great delight in using her mouth while she was on all fours and he watched television. He had groaned louder than ever before when he pumped his warm, salty cream into her mouth. 

In the end Sandy had lasted for four long weeks been denied anything other than passing physical stimulation. The rising sexual frustration had driven her close to anger. But all that was forgotten as she drove herself across the city to the apartment. 

This was the way Gary wanted it -- Sandy was to drive to the party alone. Of course there had been other times when she had driven alone somewhere to fuck some new man she barely knew. But this was so very different. Those other men had been secrets she'd kept from Tom (until recently). This time Tom was a participant in her wickedness. He would be one of those men. This time Tom was 'giving' her. Being forced to arrive alone emphasised that tonight she had no control. 

But the main thing on Sandy's mind was fear -- a delicious terror from not knowing exactly what lay ahead that mixed with a nagging worry that somehow she would disappoint Tom and Gary. Now, for the first time, she really thought about running away. Tom would forgive her, she knew that. But she didn't want his forgiveness. She didn't want to have to ask him to forgive her. For reasons she didn't really understand her wonderful husband supported Sandy and her dark needs. He had granted her the freedom to satisfy those needs and she wanted to commit herself totally to him and this new dynamic in their marriage.

She pulled into the carpark and quickly scanned for Tom's car. He must have come with Gary. Sandy was sure that they were both inside, ready and waiting...probably briefing the other men on what they could expect and how much they could take from her. She should have been disgusted with them both but instead she thought about how damp her panties had been all week.

Despite the warmth of the evening Sandy shivered as she climbed out of her car. The problem was that everything seemed to have come up on her so fast. For so long she had dreamed of being a slut and a whore and a plaything for men, for strangers. Her training at Gary's hands had been supposed to prepare her for an occasion just like this. Yet, she felt totally unprepared now that the time had arrived. 

But there was nothing else for it. She wouldn't be able to face either of them, nor herself, if she didn't walk right on over and knock on that door. So Sandy smoothed down her close-fitting cotton dress and pushed back her hair. She locked her car and walked across the carpark, following the careful instructions Gary had sent her.

Up the stairs she climbed and spied number 7 at the far end of the walkway. She was terrified. She wanted to look around, certain that people were standing watching her, knowing what she was and what she was about to do.

And still Sandy felt herself moving towards that door. She saw the post-it stuck next to the handle. A single command -- come in! There were voices inside -- strangers' voices, male voices. Tom and Garry were in there waiting for her. 'Obey,' she told herself. But she had never felt so vulnerable and so naked as she did right then. She wished like anything that her bare nipples had not grown so hard underneath the flimsy material of her dress. This was insane! And yet, somehow, Sandy took a deep breath, and pushed the door aside to give herself entry.

'Oh, hello!' said a strange voice.

'Well, don't you look nice,' said another. Both were sporting wide grins. 

'Come on in.' It was Gary. Thank fuck for that! Sandy knew her knees were trembling. But she didn't have to face them alone. And there, on the far side of the room, was Tom -- her Tom. He smiled faintly. Sandy understood. As far as the rest knew, Sandy belonged to Gary. That meant Tom was free to experience his loving wife as if he were a stranger and had no need for care or responsibility. 

Sandy thought about sending him a discreet signal -- perhaps a tiny smile in return. But she was frozen. Her knees were still trembling. She felt the 5 pairs of male eyes boring into her. And someone else - another woman sitting over near Tom. She guessed this was Gary's regular submissive - young, blonde and small. Perhaps she was here to learn more about her duties as his submissive.

The thought jolted her brain -- duties. Sandy had them, too, and tonight that meant she would be pushed to her limits. She thought once more about fleeing. Too late -- Gary had a firm hold of her hands now. Perhaps he meant to calm Sandy. That went out the window as soon as he spoke. 

'Gentlemen,' he said loudly, 'This is Sandy.' There was a murmur of pleasure from the rest.

'She has been preparing for this for a long time. I have taken her through a lot of training and she has learned that she can get a lot of pleasure from obeying me and being my slut and my whore.' Gary was loving this ritual but Sandy was shocked at hearing herself described like this. It was a humiliation but it was thrilling all the same. 

'Sandy is mine,' Gary went on, 'but tonight I am making her available to you. She will obey and please you all. I promise it. You all know the rules. But now she is a plaything for every one of you. She is yours to take and to use. Apart from the limits I have set, gentlemen, there is nothing you cannot have her do for you'.

He led Sandy to the middle of the room. She stood there as proudly as she could manage. She wanted Gary to see that she could match the challenge he had given her. And strangely she felt bolder from the sudden realisation that these men were somehow under Gary's command as well. It was she who was making this night possible. Sandy was the centre of attention. They wanted her! 

Gary muttered something and one man, Peter, came and stood in front of Sandy. It was confronting. It was awful. A stranger was about to touch her. It would be the signal that the party had begun. She would be trapped. Sandy knew that her mouth was dry but she could feel that her cunt was wet.

She was determined not to let her fear show. She took a moment to look at him. He was young, maybe late twenties. He seemed rather handsome. Sandy was pleased by Gary's choice. It made her want to show what an older woman could do. There was no hint of nervousness in his eyes. Was Peter experienced at this? It seemed likely if he was a friend of Gary's. 

'We don't need that dress any more' said Gary. At that Peter reached up to Sandy's throat and began to undo the buttons on her thin dress. She stood completely still as he worked his way down the front of her body. Gary had trained her well. 

Peter stood up once more and looked into Sandy's eyes. Her dress was left hanging open -- she was still covered and yet she was exposed to them all.

He reached through the parted material and down to her bare mound. Their eyes stayed fixed on one another. His finger stroked slowly along her cleft. Oh Christ! Sandy only just managed to stifle her moan. 'Behave,' was what her mind was shouting. 'Very nice,' was what Peter mumbled.

A second man joined them. Gary introduced him as Nathan. He seemed the same age as her and his body was showing the first softening of middle age. But all Sandy could think about was that he was about to touch her as well.

Silently he slipped his hand through the opening of her dress and touched her right breast. 'Oh no don't,' she thought to herself, conscious once more of how erect her nipples were. But it was pointless, of course. Maybe Nathan had read her mind but his fingers were on her nipple now and gently rubbing her stiffened flesh.

'Dress off, boys,' said Gary and Peter and Nathan needed no more encouragement. They carefully peeled the thin material off her shoulders and down the length of her body before letting it drop to the floor. And there stood Sandy, before a group of strangers and with her husband watching, wearing nothing but high heels.

She moved her legs slightly apart -- as she had been trained - and shook her head to free her blonde curls. Her D-cups moved gently. Once more Sandy felt the fear fade. They were all staring at her now, Tom as well. Even the younger woman was paying attention. Sandy was happy to wear their stares, conscious of how good she looked with her light tan and her curves in all the right places. Her tits still sat up proudly and she knew how good her legs looked in those heels. For a fleeting moment she felt able to take advantage of her body. They all wanted her!

And then, too quickly, she was surrounded and Gary and his three friends closed in on her. The last of them still hadn't been introduced. Obviously he didn't feel the need to wait because he joined the others in putting his hands on her. All over her. She was being pawed and inspected and groped.

Sandy almost flinched at the shock. Despite her arousal, the weeks of sexual denial and her newly naked state she'd been expecting some more gentle. But there was to no foreplay. Gary had said it -- she was theirs to use as they pleased. If was clear the other men were taking him at his word. Sandy's cunt gushed slightly at the thought.

Those hand were everywhere -- squeezing her tits, pulling on her nipples, running along the insides of her thighs, stroking the cleft in her butt, testing the firmness of her butt cheeks and (most of all it seemed) exploring the wetness between her cunt lips.

Through all this Sandy did her best to stay absolutely still. She didn't want to embarrass Gary. But the other men wouldn't have cared. They were far too excited at being let loose with her body. They were focussed on Sandy as their plaything, their sex toy. Sandy's fear mixed with her excitement.

'Lets all have a good look at her cunt,' said Gary now. 'She'll give you a proper look if you give her the right command.'

Sandy felt her heart sink. Surely not this? To expose her most private place at a single command - surely this was a secret for just she and Gary? Sandy had worked hard at letting her inhibitions go. She had enjoyed his looks of approval as she found it more and more easy to respond to simple verbal commands. But what if these men were to laugh at her? These men, the men that Gary (and Tom for that matter) had gifted her to. But these were the consequences of whoring around behind Tom's back. She deserved this -- in a way, had even asked for it.

'LA,' said Gary. It was a direct command to Sandy. She almost couldn't believe it as she felt herself respond as he had trained her. She spread her legs a little further and bent her knees slightly. Then her hands travelled down between her legs and she grasped her cunt flesh with her fingers. Staring at Gary, hoping to see another look of approval, she splayed her cunt flesh and held her hole open so everyone in the room could see her juices glistening brightly.

'Fucking hell,' said one of the men. That caused Gary to smile that soft smile that Sandy wanted to see. The others were all looking at her with wide eyes. She noticed Tom, still on his side of the room, and he was agog as well at what he saw. It was another secret she had kept from him. Sandy knew that she had not even begun to make it up to her husband.

But the strangers knew nothing of that. They were focussed only on Sandy and their own debauched pleasures. 'She does that just when you ask her to?'

'Yes,' said Gary. 'That and more. Watch.'

And then to Sandy -- 'Bangkok'. Oh God this was the worst. But she knew now she could not resist. So she stood and turned away from them all, spread her legs wide and bent forward. Her hands gripped her arse cheeks and once more she obediently pulled her flesh apart, making sure that she bent deeply enough to display both her holes.

Someone whistled. There were sniggers behind her. Sandy suddenly felt very lowly, she felt like dirt before them. To submit to like this was a kind of horror. But this was the submission that Gary had demanded of her, trained her to give. And she knew deep down that she loved it! She was a whore and a slut but she was an obedient submissive above all that.

And Tom -- this was as much his idea as Gary's. Her husband had told her several times in recent weeks how much he loved and her and how happy he was for Sandy to explore her darkest desires. He had been the one who had insisted that she should submit to Gary on this night. Sandy reminded herself that by obeying Gary she was pleasing her husband.

She tried to keep that thought in her mind. But it was difficult now that the men once more felt free to stroke and prod her body. It seemed like several fingers were running up and down the length of her slit. She felt someone's hot breath close to her anus. Someone helped himself to her heavy tits as they hung down low.

She realised one man had taken his cock out and was masturbating. She was making them excited! Sandy loved cocks -- she wanted to see this one. If only Gary would allow it.

'Any more?" asked someone.

'Just one -- Paris.' And at that Sandy quickly stood up and turned back to face Gary. Quickly she cupped her tits in her hands and lifted them up as an offering -- to Gary, to Tom, to all of them. This was the easiest of her positions. She was proud of her tits, her best asset. With them on display Sandy still felt like a woman. They all wanted her cunt and her mouth but she hoped they would pleasure her tits as well.

Still the men touched and stroked and probed her entire body. At last someone took her tits - the one without a name bent his head to her left nipple. Jolts of electricity shot through her, but she was careful once again to stifle her sounds of pleasure.  

She watched them circle her again and again. Except Tom -- he was still sitting across the room, watching but now sitting close to the young woman. Someone kept running their fingers through Sandy's butt crack. Her cunt was repeatedly touched -- though not penetrated as yet. Her wetness was obvious to everyone.

It was Nathan who'd started stroking his cock. From what Sandy could see it looked like a nice one. She wondered about trying to touch it. After all she was here to please them! But no -- this night Sandy would do exactly what she was told and no more. 

She watched Tom pulling at his fly. In seconds she saw her husband pull out his own cock as he, too stared at her display. He watched his wife being mauled by a group of men and began slowly to stroke his own hardness. To be viewed by her husband like that, regarded in such an offhand way -- it made her cunt tingle. Sandy was pleased that Tom was enjoying himself. She would surely be fucked by his gorgeous cock the next day.

'I told you,' said Gary 'that Sandy will obey my commands and yours, too. But since we are getting our cocks out, gentlemen, I think its time to prepare her for the next phase.'

The others all began to remove their pants. As he did so Tom came across the room to join the group. Sandy felt a brief stab of fear at the thought Tom was about to join in her ordeal. She didn't want to disappoint him. She hoped she would be good enough. 

Her hands were pulled behind her and there came the familiar feel of leather cuffs on her wrists. Sandy was pleased. The cuffs would help to make the scene complete, help her to be an obedient and willing sex slave. And there was something else -- leather around her neck. A collar! Her mind whirled -- she had seen pictures of this. She'd read about others experiences with being collared. Gary had always been non-committal. Perhaps he had been saving it up for an occasion just like this.

And then something was attached to her collar, something she could not see but could guess at.

'Is that a leash? Jesus,' muttered one of the men. Another stab of fear flew through Sandy. What next? Was this too much? She was no longer a slave -- no, she felt like a pet.

'She's very well-behaved,' answered Gary. He was feeding the leash down through the rings on her cuffs, to hold her hands in position behind her back. 'But you might find the leash helps you. Like if you want to pass her around. Or if someone wants to take her into the bedroom.'

There were more murmurs, sounds of awe. It made Sandy feel strong to know that she and Gary could shock these other men. But she was aghast at the idea of being led about. Oh no, she thought to herself. That would be going too far. She worried she would just laugh out loud if someone decided to take her for 'walkies'.

A hand grabbed her collar. It was Gary. He pulled her face to his and kissed her hard and deep. Their tongues met and swirled together. It was passionate. Sandy felt the protection and the care that Gary was offering her. She was safe. She could take anything they demanded of her. But she didn't want that kiss to end.

Gary whispered to her. 'You are totally sexy and beautiful. All of these men want you. You have been waiting for this for a long time. I know you can live up to your own dreams and desires. I am proud of you because of who you are. Tell me now that you are ready and it will begin.'

Sandy looked at Gary and quickly, gently nodded her head. Oh fuck, was she ready. He couldn't possibly get her into this position and then think that she wouldn't want what was coming.

Gary did not utter a sound in reply. Instead he tugged on the leash and Sandy realised that she was being taken down onto her knees. It wasn't easy with her hands tied and being forced to teeter on her high heels. But she lowered herself as gracefully as she could. She was trembling once again. 'Oh god,' her brain was screaming, 'here it comes.' 

A cock was presented to her -- she couldn't bring herself to ask which one but she hardly cared. She tried to lick it, to savour its taste and its hardness. But the owner was impatient and a hand on the back of her head let her know what was required. 




Sandy's New Role Ch. 03



So Sandy slipped her mouth over her first hard cock of the night and began to slowly bob her head up and down. It was a nice cock -- Nathan's she thought. A good size and with a big head. It would be a nice fit in her cunt later. She could see the balls swaying slowly underneath it. She wanted to lick those balls, to show these men her range of talents.

But the problem was that as soon as she pulled off the cock to allow herself to move down to his scrotum there was another tug on her leash. She understood. Sandy turned slightly and quickly found another cock waiting for her. She'd only ever had two cocks at once and tonight there were five. It was delicious and frightening at the same time.

This one was larger, uncut. It didn't feel quite as nice in her mouth without being able to touch the rim of the helmet with her tongue. She started slowly down the shaft until he yanked harder on her leash and tried to impale her. She held still and tried to relax as he forced more of his length into her mouth.

Sandy thought about how much she loved cock. She had long ago learned to enjoy them and to pleasure the men. She revelled in their shape and taste and the way each one felt in her mouth. But there was no time for that here. This night the pleasure was all one way, the cocks roughly invading and choking her. It was fucking rather than sucking. She was just a hole. But Sandy was enjoying it all the same.

Then there was another tug on her leash -- her leash! -- and she moved again. She knew this cock -- Tom. How wonderful! How she loved him. These others must not discover the fact. But Sandy felt that she could slyly give him some special treatment. So she was disappointed when after only a few strokes of his cock he pulled out. 

Again her leash was yanked but again it was Tom, moving back to sit on the lounge chair. He pulled her to him but this time the hand on the back of her head (surely that of her husband) shoved her down lower. Oh Tom! Was this his little reward for her? - 'forcing' her to engage in one of her favourite acts of licking at a man's scrotum.

But of course she couldn't stay there long. She was being shared by all five and soon was being pulled to yet another waiting cock. She stole a look and saw it was the young Peter. Oh, but it was his cock she wanted to look at. Sandy saw now that it was big -- really big. Was this why he'd been chosen by Gary? She'd only ever experienced one cock larger than this. Silently she thanked Gary for this new man and proceeded to try to give him the best suck job she could manage. 

It wasn't easy to accommodate his size in her mouth. It was even harder since she was denied the use of her hands. Then she realised that this large tool would soon invade her cunt and she shuddered slightly. She tried to stretch her mouth wider, wanting to make sure his huge tool was well coated before there was any attempt to stick it into her cunt.

Sandy wondered if her knees would last the distance. Oh, but the thrill of it all! This was what it felt like to be used by a group of men, to be their sex toy. Her mouth was watering and her cunt juices were beginning to flow. She felt alive, she felt fulfilled. She would be fucked till she could take no more...and no doubt beyond

Another cock...and then another. She was being passed around almost continually now, with barely a few strokes of her lips and tongue before the next man was taking his place in front of her. They were getting so keen that they no longer waited for her to shuffle around. Instead, they were swapping positions themselves. Sandy found she could stay still but she barely had time to close her mouth before each cock was replaced with another. A frenzy was building. 

Several times Gary took his turn in amongst the bunch. Sandy knew his cock well enough. But she didn't need to see him because each time he seemed to get the longest turn, as if the other men respected the fact that Sandy was 'his'. This was important to Sandy. It reminded her that Gary was keeping her safe.

There was another way of knowing it was Gary. Each time he took a turn he held her head in his hands and manually guided her to his cock. And then each time he proceeded to fuck her face, holding her still and pumping his cock into her slowly but forcefully. Sandy found it difficult to swallow when her mouth was taken like that. With the constant barrage of cocks she knew she was slobbering, her saliva dripping from her chin and onto her knees. Her cunt was oozing her wetness now and she was sure all the men could smell her arousal. She had only ever dreamed of how it would feel to be a whore like this -- but she knew more was to come.

All the cocks were rock hard and glistening with her drool when she was ordered, dragged, back onto to her feet. 

'Want to have a good look at her holes?' Gary asked aloud. Sandy could feel her other self, her daily self as a respectable woman and executive, slipping away. 'Her holes' -- it was crude and demeaning. The men had quickly reduced her to the status of a thing -- but no, that wasn't right because Sandy knew that she was a willing victim. That other self didn't exist right now. Nothing of her real life existed, maybe not even her husband.

She was pulled to the side of the lounge chair and hands pushed her till she bent over it. Her head and shoulders were resting on the seat cushions and her hips were bent over the armrest. Sandy remembered enough of her training to know she should spread her feet.

Many times in this position she had heard Gary give the command 'Bangkok'. Then she would reach back and spread her arse cheeks for him, making sure her cunt was in full view. It was always a minor humiliation to be required to expose herself for his amusement. But this was much, much worse - it was horrible. Because now her hands were held tight in the leather cuffs and that meant someone had to spread her flesh for her. 

They were strong hands, too. Gary, she guessed. Sandy was sure her bottom was her worst feature. It was much bigger than she liked and it was a bit flabby too. With her bent over like this what else would these men see except her big wobbly arse? Only her two lower holes -- displayed as if in a shop window. Sandy buried her face into the cushion. If the men looked closely at her holes they would see that her cunt juices coating her flaps and they would know how aroused she was.

This time they penetrated her. Fingers pushed inside her, some slowly stroking her tunnel and others pushing deep as if they were thinking about how it would feel to fuck this obedient whore. The fingers flicked and rubbed her clitoris. It was clumsy but Sandy didn't care because it might distract whoever that was that wanted to keep stroking a wet finger around her anus. 

It was probably Gary, though Tom knew now how that she loved having that hole stimulated. The others surely wouldn't as they'd all been told that anal was off-limits on this night. Hadn't they? She didn't know. But someone kept softly touching her anus. She found it arousing but also very distracting.

As a result Sandy realised she was no longer suppressing the sounds of her own excitement. She could hear herself moaning under their assault! It made her feel even more like a whore. She turned her head, trying to find more air. It made her moans more audible. It didn't matter now because all around her the familiar sounds of male arousal were building up. But there was something else -- something shocking.

It was her husband, sitting in a chair only a few feet from her. He was slouched down and had his hand in the long blonde hair of the younger woman. She was sucking his cock! She was going at it pretty hard too.

Sandy wasn't sure what to make of that. It seemed that Tom and Gary had decided to swap their partners for the night. They'd not mentioned this to Sandy. Why would they? -- she'd agreed to be totally obedient and totally at the mercy of whatever Gary and Tom had planned.. Sandy was pleased for Tom. 

'I want to taste that juicy cunt,' announced Nathan loudly.

'Lets get her ready for more then,' replied Gary and the many fingers left her cunt. She almost gasped at being left empty. The next touch she felt wouldn't be so soft.

Gary gave some quick instructions and Peter was soon sitting on the lounge chair so that Sandy's face was in his groin. More cock, a big cock. It was just as well because Sandy knew she would need the distraction. She looked back and saw Gary's face. She felt his hand on her arse. No need to guess what was coming next. This would be the greatest humiliation of all because she knew that once he started to spank her she would be unable to control her moans.

Sandy wanted to close her eyes. But still she was watching Tom and the young woman. He had taken her off his cock and now had her standing next to him with her back to Sandy. She had pulled her skirt up around her waist. It was obvious she had come not wearing any knickers. Sandy could see her tight little buns and her skinny, pale legs. They were spread wide apart, no doubt a result of Gary's careful training. And between her legs Tom's hand was shoving two fingers in and out of her cunt.

Surely Tom would fuck the little blonde? Would Sandy be allowed to see that? Perhaps the men would want to see some lesbian action later on. Sandy was willing. She knew she would be able to fool them. 

But young Peter was waiting. Sandy wrapped her lips around the large helmet on the end of his cock. She loved the feel and texture of a well-shaped cock, whether in her mouth or her cunt. She silently hoped he would be careful to not damage her. Then Sandy let her mouth go slack and lowered herself over his massive tool. 

Gary waited until she was concentrating on her task. The first blow was like a warm-up. But it got the attention of the audience.

'Do you always slap her? I've heard about this. Does she like it?'

'I like it,' was Gary's firm reply. And the next blow was just as firm.

Sandy could sense her flesh wobbling under Gary's hand. But she didn't really mind. Peter's cock had seemed to grow even harder now that it was in her mouth. A cock this big was a rare treat. She moaned softly to herself and strained to take more.

Gary was quickly into his familiar rhythm. Her cheeks stung and the sound of his hand striking her flesh was as loud as she'd ever heard it. She knew it was making her arse shake. Not like the thin young woman Gary had chosen, the one Tom was fingering. But Sandy didn't care. It made her feel like more of a woman

The spanking made her feel something else. She knew Gary was building up to one of his more severe beatings. Sandy was ready. She felt the warmth quickly spreading through her body. Gary was taking her into her zone -- her zone, where she would do and be anything her Master wanted. Over and over he struck her and her skin was beginning to burn. She had no choice but to let him beat her. But if she could have chosen she would have wanted it all the same. She had long since learned to relish the pain that Gary so enjoyed providing. The pain was a welcome punishment for Sandy the wicked cheating whore. The beating was her reward for giving herself to him so fully. 

Many times he had made her count the blows but tonight her spanking was a blur of pain and shame. 'I am a bad woman,' she thought to herself. 'Punish me. Make me into a whore.' But the only sound she uttered was a gentle moan each time the flat of Gary's hand smashed into her flesh.

The other men were astonished. Sandy didn't even give them a thought. She knew that she was making Gary happy and so she happily accepted each blow he delivered.

Then something pressed against her hole. Sandy tried to relax but there was far too much going on. Someone shoved hard and she grunted in protest as a vibrator was driven into her cunt. But they left it there -- didn't they know how much better she would respond to being beaten if they would pleasure her cunt?

But the other men were more focussed on taking turns to slap her bum as she lay helpless over the armrest. Tom might have been one of them, but somehow Sandy knew he wouldn't spank her on this night. She concentrated on Peter's huge pole while the others tried the experience of slapping a woman who would not, could not, fight back. None of them were as skilled as Gary. None of them could achieve that perfect mix of power and timing. 

Sandy had to endure their clumsy efforts until, at last, Gary took back both her and her arse. Now someone, not content with being a spectator, started to slowly piston the vibe back and forth. It was a relief. Especially since Gary's renewed beating was even more harsh. With the twin sensations Sandy could feel herself starting to glow with her own heat. She thanked Gary silently. 

The weight of her head and shoulders was forcing her still lower over Peter's swollen cock. Then a face pressed against her sex. She felt the soft whiskers of Nathan's goatee. They were beginning to jostle, to compete with one another. There would be no stopping now. The men would have her, would take what they wanted from her. And Gary kept on beating her arse. There was no doubt he was getting what he wanted.

Her hair was yanked, hard, and she was pulled up off Peter's cock. It was almost a relief. Could a cock be too big or did she just lack practice? Another man took his place -- the nameless man. Quickly she dropped down past his cock to his soft pouch. He just shifted his position to help her. She licked him carefully, trying to keep in time with Gary. 

Sandy was just readying herself to swallow this stranger's cock when the vibrator was removed. Then the beating stopped. In her fog of arousal and abandon Sandy couldn't think what it meant. She was lifted of the lounge and then lowered to the floor. 

'Shit, look at her backside. See how red it is.'

'Have you ever given her bruises?'

'Sometimes.'

'Have you ever used a cane?'

'Sometimes.' That brought murmurs of admiration.

The leash was unwound from her cuffs and they turned her onto her back. Strong hands gripped her limbs. 

'Come on,' urged Gary. 'There's her cunt. Nathan, you said you wanted to taste it.'

Deep inside Sandy a small part of her wanted to die from being treated like this. But the stronger feeling came from her suddenly empty cunt hole. She wanted something shoved in it. After four weeks of almost nothing touching her cunt she needed it. The warmth from her beating only made it worse. Fingers had been OK but warm, soft tongues would help too. If only they were competent. Gary had said she would be horny and hungry. The bastard had been right!

Sandy knew how she looked, lying on her back, pinned by these men. Then she saw her legs up in the air. She liked her legs, shapely and tanned. Two men were holding her legs -- her ankles. They were spreading her now, making her legs form the shape of a very wide V. Sandy realised she was at the bottom of the V. Not her -- her gaping, hot hole. They could all see it now, the wetness and the puffy flesh. 

But only one thing mattered - the men would lick her. 

Everyone was naked, even the young woman. Sandy could see that Tom was still fondling her sex. 

Nathan had taken his position. He lowered his head and Sandy felt the touch of his tongue on her swollen clit. She moaned loudly. Was this what a whore really did? Her face burned in shame. 

The trouble was that Nathan was very good with his tongue. He skilfully applied just enough pressure to her clit to make her moan again. When he pushed between her cunt lips she had to quickly stop herself from bucking her hips up into his face. No, that would not do -- it would not be the kind of behaviour Gary had come to expect from her. But when Nathan dipped his tongue into her hole there was no way Sandy could control her reactions. She moaned loudly, not caring who could hear.

The others were spurred into action. They all wanted to sample her...to taste and probe her gushing hole. One after another they pressed their faces and their tongues against her sex. It was a repeat of the cock circle. Each man briefly explored and licked at her tender flesh before he gave his place to the next. But the men seemed to know exactly what they were doing. Throughout the tag team they never lost hold of her ankles. They kept Sandy in position, open and available to them all. 

She couldn't cum like this. Why couldn't someone understand she needed a proper licking instead of being teased like this? If only someone would realise how badly she needed her cunt filled!

And then Sandy realised the worst of it all -- she felt herself thinking about begging. Yes, begging. She didn't, of course. Sandy still couldn't bring herself as low as that. Plus Gary's training had to count for something. But she knew she was thinking about it. Oh Jesus -- this was where all that lust and lies had brought her.

Gary kissed her now, hard and deep. Sandy loved the taste and smell of her cunt on his face. She wanted to say something to him, to acknowledge him as her Master. But in her state she just couldn't make the words come out.

He suckled on her tits. 'Oh yes,' she thought to herself. She loved having her tits played with and most men were only too happy to indulge her. But the others were focussed on her cunt. Gary knew what to do. If they wouldn't fuck her at least having her tits sucked would distract her mind from her now aching hole. 

Tom joined in as well. He waited till Gary was done and left the blonde. He gave Sandy a wicked grin. Then he buried his face in her D-cups. Her nipples were as rock hard as when she'd walked in. Tom flicked his tongue over them for several long moments. Sandy groaned even louder. Then her husband sucked her teats deep into his mouth. It was heaven! Tom wanted her as much as any of the men. But then he was gone, moving to take his next turn at her hole.

At least he tried to give her a proper licking, taking an extra long turn at her cunt. Was it his way of letting her now he was enjoying things? Or was it simply an added humiliation to have her husband participating in her depravity?

'Turn her over.' said the nameless man. Now they lowered her legs. The leash was pulled hard. Sandy had to move quickly as the men roughly dragged over until she was positioned on all fours. They were about to fuck her. Doggy position. Sandy smiled to herself. How fitting it seemed now.

One of them climbed back between her legs, positioning himself underneath her hips. Fucked and licked at the same time. She knew it wasn't intended to her pleasure and this one time Sandy didn't mind at all. She got ready to lower herself onto the man, hoping to entice him to push his tongue into her. 

She noticed Tom again with the young blonde. He was kissing her and she was kissing him back. Sandy could see her tongue flicking inside Tom's mouth and licking the wetness on his face. She knew the wetness was hers. Tom was making the young woman taste and smell the cunt juices of his own dear wife! 

But her gaze was torn away. Nathan was pulling at her leash. He wanted his cock sucked and he was in position, on his knees in front of Sandy. She knew there was nothing she could do but obey. Silently she opened her mouth so that Nathan could slide his length into her.

Nathan didn't wait for the others. He swung his hips and began pumping his cock in and out of Sandy's face. She'd been fucked at both ends before. But this was a gangbang! Suddenly, Sandy realised what was going to be done to her. The men were going to overpower her, with their lust and with their cocks. They were going to fuck her. They were going to be demanding, relentless. They would bore into her, ram into her. She wouldn't be able to walk the next day. That thought sent another involuntary shudder through her body.