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The Outing

By: Sabineteas



You sit in your apartment, waiting for her to arrive. Dressed in the evening dress, thong and stockings that she has sent to you, you sit nervously, crossing and re-crossing your legs. You have turned off most of the lights in your small apartment, preferring darkness to light. All that you know is that she has told you that the two of you will be going out tonight. You do not know where. She will pick you up at the appropriate time. You are trying not to think, but remember the last time she had picked you up and taken you out. That was the time with the blindfold. Every time you remember a part of that night, your stomach clenches. 

How humiliated you felt that evening, how ashamed. You also remember how nothing seemed to bother her. The only good thing about that night was that you could not see. That way you did not know who was there with the two of you. You do not understand why you did not say no to her for tonight. She called, had the clothes delivered, told you to be ready by 7 pm. You could have said no, but you didn't. You listened to be sure that you had the instructions correct and held the phone until you heard a dial tone. You are wondering if there is something wrong with you. You are positive she is going to humiliate you again and you said nothing. No normal, no sane woman would let this happen to her. Not once she knew what could be done to her. And you knew. You had lived it once already.

You shake your head, trying to remove the images from your mind and rise from the armchair. Unable to be still anymore, you begin to pace your small living room. You walk from the armchair to the glass doors facing your small balcony and back. Over and over again you pace, waiting for her to arrive. You touch your hair, making sure it is in place. You tug on the dress, trying to make it longer. It shows much of your legs. Your hands won't stay still. You glance at the clock over and over again. You were ready at 6:45, long before she said to be ready. Now it is 7:20. The waiting is making you uneasy, more nervous and it is making your mind run with images. Images that you are not sure you want to see.

Finally the intercom buzzes and you jerk in surprise. Hurrying, you rush to the speaker and click the reply button.

"Yes?"

"Buzz me in."

It is she. With a sinking feeling, you push the button that unlocks the front door to your building. Then you walk slowly to the door of your apartment, waiting for her once more. She arrives and knocks on the door. Trembling you open it and step back for her to enter. Her eyes flick around the small apartment that is yours, taking in the used furniture and worn fixtures. You blush, feeling that you are not good enough for her. And you feel a little ashamed of your circumstances. 

You did not notice that she held a wrap in one arm. Now she turns to you and tells you to face away from her. When you do, she slips the wrap over your shoulders and turns you back to her. It's like a poncho, but instead of being complete, it is split so that the front is open. She reaches down and takes the chain that is hanging from one side. She clips it to the other side of the wrap, closing it. There is still a gap of maybe two inches down the middle of your body, but you are mostly covered.

"It isn't cold out, but you may need this tonight."

Hearing those words, you begin to tremble again, thinking the worst. She knows you, knows what has just leaped into your mind and she smiles at you. Smiles are usually comforting, but this smile makes you knot up inside. You have seen this smile before. Again, you are afraid, not of her, but of what may happen to you. But you don't resist, just as you did not resist the last night. She commands and leads you as no one ever has before. She reaches up and touches your cheek lightly, caressingly and smiles at you once more.

"Come, we must go now."

With that, she strides past you to the door to your apartment, leaving you to hurry behind her. You have to stop and lock the door, but she does not wait, striding down the hall. Hurriedly you lock the door and scurry behind her, the wrap flowing behind you. You catch up with her and look to your left, the side she is on. She glances at you.

"One step behind me, to my right is fine."

You gape at her, but slow slightly to allow her to gain a step on you. Then you walk behind and to her right as she has told you to do. This command, making you less than her causes you to flush. You are slightly humiliated and a little angry. The anger causes you to speak.

"Why must I be behind you? This is not fair!"

Her head turns enough to see you. The steel in her eyes makes you afraid and your eyes lower to the floor in front of you. She does not have to speak to make her displeasure known to you. A look, you have just found, does just as well. You do not see her smile at your reaction to her look.

"Is there anything else you wish to complain about at this time?"

"N-n-n-n-no."

Your voice is soft and stuttering. You do and don't understand how she can make you so unsure and compliant. You just know that she has a presence that makes you feel small, like a child. After a few more steps, your courage has come back a little.

"Where are we going?"

"To dinner. Then, depending on you, perhaps a small gathering. And no, it is not going to be the same as when we last were together. If we go it will be completely different."

You initially had sucked in a breath when you heard the word gathering, remembering your last humiliation, but once you heard it would not be the same, you relaxed a little.

"I must make sure that you are aware of your role, little one. If you wish to speak, you must first receive my permission. Whether we are alone or with others. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-y-yes."

You have begun to stutter once again.

"An appropriate way to ask permission would be Madam, may I speak? Would you please say that for me."

"M-m-madam, may I s-s-s-speak?"

She smiles at you once more.

"Very good. In no time you will not have that silly stutter. You will become accustomed to me and my ways, little one."

By now you have passed through the apartment building's door and are walking to the parking lot. You are hurrying to keep up, glancing ahead to see what kind of car she drives. She leads you to a long black limousine and opens the door. She climbs inside and leaves you to scramble in behind her. She seats herself and points to where you are to be seated. Without complaint, you settle into the leather seat and look at her timidly. She is ignoring you because she has the phone to the driver at her ear and is telling him that he may leave. She lowers the phone and looks at you.

"You want to be a good girl for me, yes?"

Your mouth is dry and you can only nod. 

"Ah, but you must speak the word to me."

"Y-y-yes."

"Good, I am pleased that you wish to be a good girl. Show me one of your breasts."

You are shocked at her demand and look at her, then to the privacy window dividing the limousine. It is down and the driver is looking in the rear view mirror. Your eyes flash back to her and the steel is back in her eyes. Your hands are shaking, your face pale as snow. You lift your hands to the clasp holding the wrap on you; your eyes still focused on her. Your fingers are clumsy and it takes a while for you to loosen the clasp. The wrap slides off your shoulders when it is released. You still have not looked away. Your eyes fill with tears and you lift one shaking hand to the strap of your gown. Pushing it off your shoulder, you close your eyes, and then peel the top of the gown away from your left breast. As the air touches your bare skin, goose bumps appear and your nipple erects. You have no color in your face and struggle to contain the sobs that want to burst out of you. You slowly open your eyes and through blurry vision you can see her smiling at you. She hands you a dainty handkerchief. You blot your eyes with it and sit with one breast bared for her. She nods to the front of the limousine and you cannot help but look there also. Your face flares bright red as you see the driver's eyes in the rear view mirror. He is smiling at this unexpected show. You are ashamed and humiliated. She only smiles.

The drive is not long but seems an eternity. You don't want to look at the driver, but your eyes are drawn to him. Each time you look, his eyes are in the mirror and you know that he is enjoying the sight of your bare breast. Your hands have lifted and fallen so many times. You want to cover your skin, your nipple, but you know that you cannot. Finally you clasp your hands together in your lap so that they have each other to hold. Your face is still red and your eyes are moist. As best you can, you are trying to keep your face expressionless. Because you have been shown off, you can feel moistness between your legs and wonder how you can be excited by your treatment. It seems so wrong to you, but your body is not responding like your mind. Your mind can feel humiliation, but your body only excitement. As the limousine slows, you start and look through the window. It is stopping in front of one of the nicest restaurants in town. You glance and her and she nods to you. This is your reward for this evening, for your obedience. You sigh softly. At least you will be in public and she cannot do anything to you here you think to yourself. The limousine stops and she slides to the door. You both wait until the driver arrives and opens the door. Your breast is still bare. She slips out gracefully and turns to look at you. She nods her head once more and you understand her completely. With her and the driver looking at you, you lift the dress to cover your bare teat and slide the strap up onto your shoulder. You lift the wrap and drape it over your shoulders and slowly leave the limousine. She turns as you step onto the sidewalk and walks to the entrance. Again, you scurry behind her. Through the door and to the maitre'd's station she walks, secure in her superiority. You come behind her in her wake. There is a quiet conversation between her and the maitre'd which results in the two of you following him to a secluded table. She, of course, is seated first, leaving you to stand. Then you are seated across from her. She fixes you with her smile once more.

A waiter hurries to the table and she orders wine, not asking if you want any or even something else. She flicks one hand at you and you realize that you still have the wrap on. Self-consciously you shrug it off and let it drape over your chair. The wine is served and she lifts her glass to you after tasting and approving it. You lift yours, smile shyly, and sip as she does. Now that you are in the restaurant, in public, you feel more secure and less threatened. She makes small conversation with you. You begin to relax. Others are seated nearby the two of you. The alcove that you are in has room for four tables. You have glanced around as the other tables fill with well-dressed men and women. She leans toward you and you look intently at her.

"Are you a virgin?"

You look at her in shock. A fancy restaurant is no place for such a question you think. Before you can respond she speaks once more.

"I asked you a question. I expect an answer, a truthful answer."

"N-n-n-no, I am not."

"How many men have you had?"

You lower your face to your hands and hide behind them. Your face is scarlet once more.

"If you do not answer, I will think that you would prefer a penalty."

You lift your eyes and see hers with the steely look that makes you so afraid. Before you can choke out your answer she speaks once more.

"You have earned a penalty, which will be paid after I hear your answer."

"T-t-two."

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Y-y-you are humiliating me."

"Perhaps, perhaps it is just you, little one. These are not unheard of questions for me."

You sit tensely, waiting. She smiles again, the smile of a crocodile. You are thinking of the penalty that you have been told you will pay. You don't want to know what it is but you also want to get it over with. She will not forget. You watch her as she looks around the alcove that you are in, seeing that all the tables are full. Then she turns to you and leans forward.

"What do you think your penalty should be?"

"I-I-I-I don't know."

"Then I must choose for you, yes?"

You muffle your soft sob with a hand and nod. She leans closer. Her eyes move around bringing yours with hers. You both see the people in the alcove with the two of you.

"Give me your panties."

A shocked gasp escapes from your mouth and you immediately look down as some of the other diners glance towards your table. You look up and see her, waiting and grab your wineglass. You take a large swallow and set the glass down. You look mournfully at her. She cannot mean what she has said, not here, with all these people here. She has leaned back and looks at you. You can sense that she will not accept anything less from you. Your face has gone pale and you sit woodenly. As you look at her still, you realize that she is waiting and refusal may result in another penalty. When that thought clicks into your mind, you lower your hands to your hips and begin to pull your dress higher on your legs. You squirm to lift it higher so you can get at your underpants. Your dress has to come higher than you had thought and as you tug it higher and higher, you glance across the room. You see a man and woman watching you squirm with curious expressions that do not leave your face. With a moan you look down and scrabble under your dress. Your fingers touch a piece of the fabric and tug down. You lift your bottom, your ass from the chair and feel your panties slipping down. With a whimper you tug harder and the panties slide below your ass. Now you sit back down and lift one thigh, pulling your panties down on that side, then lift the other leg and do the same. As you squirm back and forth, you are looking around and see that the couple that was watching you before are looking at you curiously. With a choked sob you get them to your knees and move your legs until they fall around your ankles. 

You squirm your feet until you have felt them come off completely. The man and woman are still looking at you. You are trembling. Taking a deep breath, you bend over and reach for them. Your fingers scrabble on the floor, searching, and find them. You sit back up and hold them on your lap, scrunching them into as tight a ball as you can. Throughout this entire production she has been watching you and smiling as she sees the contortions you have gone through to try and keep what you are doing unknown. She leans forward and holds out one hand. Blushing deeply you lift your clenched fist and very carefully lower the ball of fabric into her palm. She lets it sit there, in the open. You blush harder and glance toward the man and woman. They are still looking. She smiles, her crocodile smile and lets the panties, your panties almost fall from her hand, catching the waistband on a finger. You look in shock as you see your underwear dangling from her finger in plain sight. Now you hear a loud laugh and your head jerks toward the sound. The man and woman are laughing and you turn scarlet. Then he lifts his glass and toasts you while you sit humiliated. You turn your head to look at her and you cannot keep your mouth shut.

"Please put them away. Please."

She frowns at you.

"Did you ask for permission to speak?"

You groan, as you know she has done this to catch you. Your stomach clenches.

"No Madam, I did not. I am truly sorry. Will you please forgive me?"

"Certainly little girl. I am most forgiving this evening. I will forgive you once you show me your lovely breast again."

She smiles that smile, that hateful smile. You sit, frozen, looking to her and to the two who are still watching you. You look down and take a deep breath. Then, looking back up, directly at her, you slip your shoulder strap down and pull the front of your dress down. You are angry and the pull bares your teat completely and most of the other teat also. You hear a chuckle from the other table. Defiantly you sit, one teat bared for her. Your anger cannot hide the embarrassment you feel. Your nipples are both hard and poking out from your teats. She sits and sips her wine, gazing at you. She smiles once more.

"You may put it away, little girl. You are angry, no?"

"Yes Madam, I am angry. You humiliated me again."

"Did you not enjoy it? Wasn't it thrilling to bare your breast here?"

"It was humiliating. Others saw me."

"Ah, but I think you enjoy this very much. And you have such pretty little breasts. You should be proud of them and want to show them to me."

As you sit, angry and embarrassed, you begin to think that she is right. That you enjoy and want her to see you, but you are not sure if you really want to here. As you think this, you see the waiter coming and realize in your anger that your breast is still exposed. You hunch over and hurriedly lift your dress to cover it, hoping that he did not see you also. You sit back up as calmly as you can, blushing deeply and do not look at him. You don't want to know if he had seen you also. She orders for the two of you, not asking what you want. She is very much in control of the evening. You sit quietly and she does also, but she is smiling at you. Not the hateful smile, but one of appreciation. She knows that it is hard for you. She is proud of your compliance. You begin to relax as much as you can. Your eyes flick to the man and woman as she talks to you. They smile at your table; they cannot tell you are looking at them. Her words are inconsequential, just filling up time until your meal arrives.

The waiter comes and serves the two of you and you both eat, letting the silence fill your table. You appreciate the silence since it gives you time to compose yourself. Soon the meal is over and she gives her credit card to the waiter. Before long he is back and you are ready to leave.

She stands and you do also. You slip the wrap over your shoulders once more and she fastens the chain, holding it in place. Then with a nod to the man and woman that had seen you, she strides out of the alcove and you follow her with as much dignity as you can. Through the restaurant and to the sidewalk you go, her leading. The limousine appears like magic and she waits for the driver to open the door. She enters it first and motions for you to sit across from her. She smiles again, lifts the phone for the driver and gives him directions. You sit, nervous again. Your mind is asking what will she have me do now. But, for once, she only looks at you and smiles. The drive is long and the limousine turns into a long driveway. There is a large house at the end. You are wondering who lives here.

"Now, my pet, you will be a good girl here. I do not want any hesitation or whining tonight. Understand?"

Your stomach clenches. You pale once more. Your breathing becomes shallower.

"Y-y-yes Madam."

"Good. Be sure you remember that."

The limousine stops and the driver opens the door. She is out and waiting for you. You step out and wait for her to move. You both walk to the front door. A servant, you think, opens it and you are led inside. She stops you and from her handbag removes a mask. She puts it on you. Most of your face is covered, but you can still see. You shudder. You know that she is going to make you do something you will not want to do.

She leads you to a set of double doors and through them. There are many people, men and women standing and talking, drinks in their hands. She easily moves through the group, stopping and talking with several. You follow her and find that you are ignored once they take in your body, your dress, and your mask. No one talks to you, but they ask her about you. You discover that you are a find, a treasure. The compliments do not make you feel any better. You are still uneasy. You have been thinking that you only have your dress to cover you and you remember the last evening with her. Even with your unease, you have glanced about and noticed that all the people seem to have money. Their clothes show that and how they carry themselves.


The Outing



James held tight to Lisa as he led her through the darkened club, skirting tables and half-dressed waitresses as they made their way to the back, to where a tall, striking blonde sat waiting in a corner booth. They made a striking pair together, and others noticed them as they walked by. James was tall, a slender athletic build. A handsome older man with his hand wrapped around the full curves of the chestnut haired beauty with him. She was petite, only about 5'1", but with full, womanly curves that were a stark contrast to the tall, almost anorexic women wandering around them. They approached the woman in the booth, and the two women were briefly introduced, pleasantries exchanged, and then Lisa was skirted away to be seated at the bar.

Holding her close, not wanting to let go of her, but knowing what they were there for, James kissed her there in the middle of the club for all to see that claim had been laid upon her. His hands wandered over her body as they kissed, and then he helped her onto the bar stool. He whispered something to the bartender who nodded and smiled in her direction, then moved away to bring her the drink James had requested for her. James whispered into her ear that the barkeep would keep unwanted attention from her. He kissed her softly, just once more, and then walked away, back to the blonde in the booth.

Lisa watched him walk away, her usually bright green eyes darkened. Excitement and jealousy mingled in her eyes. She smiled at the bartender and took a sip of the drink he set before her, then turned her attention back to James and the blonde. James had settled next to her, sliding his arm along the back of the seat as their heads bent low, talking to be heard over the loud music. Lisa turned her attention to the nearly naked woman on the stage for a moment, watching her thin hips grind to the too loud music, noting the men seated around the stage drooling, staring, mesmerized by her dancing. The girl had a nice body, but she lacked in the rhythm department, Lisa thought as she turned her attention back to James.

She could see the blonde's hands moving beneath the table and knew exactly what was happening. They had planned this. She turned the barstool just a bit so that she could see beneath the table. The girl had opened James' jeans and had his large cock out, stroking it as they talked. Lisa was not threatened in the least, but was envious of the girl touching him. This was something they both and wanted; an adventure out, something spicy, different and fun. Besides, she owned that cock. She knew exactly where it would be later. 

She watched the grimace on his face and knew that the girl's nails were raking the length of him. She didn't have to see every movement. Lisa could tell by the look on his face what was happening, and she was enjoying this torture as much as he was. She didn't know what it was that made him enjoy that particular pain, but there was nothing she ever denied him.

He had teased her about doing this. At first, she hadn't liked the idea, but then other things came into her devious mind and she told him later that she wanted to do this. He couldn't know what she had planned for later, and she hadn't let him know anything. She let him think he was in control of the situation and simply went along with it like a good girl, smiling innocently as they went through the evening. She watched now as the girl stroked the full length of him. He was hard, erect and needy. She could see it on his face, and could most certainly see it as the girl pumped her hand up and down. 

Yes, she was enjoying this. Even knowing he was gaining from it. Now and then the girl would look up, her eyes questioning, but Lisa didn't give anything away with her eyes. Now and then she would turn away and ignore them, paying attention to the dancers and other patrons of the bar instead. She didn't want him to know she was watching every move enviously. She didn't want him to know that as much as she was enjoying him enjoying himself, she wanted to drag him away somewhere dark and private and have him inside her immediately.

For nearly an hour she watched as he was stroked, scratched, and occasionally pinched. His cock was slapped beneath the table. And then she gave the signal by placing her drained glass upside down on the bar. He nodded to the girl, placed his cock back in his pants and slid out of the booth. Lisa laughed softly to herself as he rose. His cock was rock hard, defined by the tight jeans pulled tighter, and it looked much like he had stuffed an enormous banana in his pants.

She slid from the stool and walked over to them, taking him by the hand and motioning the girl to follow them. The trio left the bar without speaking. Lisa's hand in his, James led both women to the car, with the thought of more of the same to take place, with more privacy. Lisa sat in the front. James and the girl crawled in the back. Lisa watched as the girl unzipped James once more and withdrew his cock from its prison. James placed his hand on the girl's head and she obeyed, taking his cock in her mouth. The intensity on his face as she sucked him off was exciting Lisa more and more. She knew he was quickly approaching the edge and just dying to explode in the girl's mouth, but that wasn't the deal. He couldn't come, no matter what. All he could do was sit there and be tortured and teased. At least, there was no release to come with the girl.

Yes, in normal circumstances, he was the one controlling the shots, but in this case, to get her to "go along" with him, he had agreed to this one stipulation. He was not afraid of that occasional desire to know and then feed the masochist he kept hidden. He enjoyed this sort of cock worship and the torture, and she loved pleasing him, so there was no way she wouldn't go through with this. Besides, he knew despite Lisa's initial protests that she was very much a voyeur and loved watching when girls were allowed to touch and play with him this way. And when they were sent away, knowing they could not have his cock buried inside their wet little cunts, it was a power trip for her. She loved knowing they were sent away wanting and she was the recipient of all that pent-up desire.

Lisa watched as the girl pulled at his foreskin with her teeth, nibbling it until he was begging for mercy, giving it a little tug as she shook her head like a pip with a toy and then releasing. A small hairbrush produced the most lovely cries from his lips as the blonde gently scraped the bristles up and down his cock, then lightly tapped his balls with it until he was groaning with intense pressure.

Lisa watched until she could stand it no longer. Sliding out of the front seat, she opened the door and slid in back with the two of them. This was her signal that it was over. The blonde smiled, leaned and kissed James and then Lisa on the lips and began to remove herself from the car. Lisa placed a hand on the girl's shoulder and stopped her.

"Get in the front," was all that she said. The girl nodded, a bit confused, but did as Lisa asked. She turned to watch the two of them in the back seat. James looked as confused as the girl. Lisa had never allowed anyone to stay before, but he said nothing as she slid her skirt up her thighs, exposing her panty-less state and straddled his cock. She held only the very tip of him inside her, smiling at him as she slowly wiggled and squirmed her way down, stretching herself over him. She was soaking wet from watching him being teased, so there was no problem with friction.

She had been here before, straddling him, impaled by his hardness, but right now she wanted the blonde to watch her ride that nail-and-teeth tortured cock until it exploded inside her. This was as much as statement of her ownership of his cock as a need for him to be driving deep and hard inside her. With that thought, she thrust down hard and fast and buried his full length inside her, howling as she went down. She heard the blonde's gasps behind her as her own moans mingled with his there in the back seat.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, guiding her, slowly at first, and then hard, meeting her as she lowered herself upon him. Her nails dug tight in his shoulders. Her eyes closed, her back arched. He watched her and was in awe of her beauty as always. The sight of her in this state made him want to split her open and crawl inside her. He couldn't get deep enough. He could see the face of the blonde over her shoulder and for the longest time he held her gaze, knowing that Lisa was very much enjoying the knowledge that the girl as watching all this with hunger. The girl's eyes were riveted to that spot where his cock was driving into Lisa like an out of control jackhammer. He was surprised that people blocks away could not hear Lisa's howling and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her just to get her to be quiet.

Lisa was writhing atop him, tears streaming down her face from the intense pleasure of having him ram so hard and deep inside her. It was always this way when they fucked with such fury. His cock was not huge in length, though it was long enough. But it was thick, and always a tight fit. She kissed him hard as he pulled her to him, and then she pushed herself away. 

Surprised by her agility in the small space, he watched as she leaned back, impaled on his cock, she rested her head on the armrest between the two front seats. She guided the blonde to straddle her face. James' cock lurched inside her and he almost lost it then and there as he watched Lisa's tongue snake out and flick over the blonde's clit. That was all the encouragement needed by the young girl as she began to grind upon Lisa's mouth while leaning forward just enough that she could still watch James fucking Lisa. 

It didn't take long before Lisa was literally screaming into the girl's cunt and his thrusts became longer, slower, deeper, riding the waves of her orgasm. She was coming hard around him. Her muscles contracted around him with unbelievable tightness. He was trying to hold out and make himself last longer, but the pressure of her cunt walls around him was too much. He exploded with a pained growl, painting her insides with his cum, never once losing his rhythm as he fucked the woman he loved. Just behind him, the blonde began to moan and shake and coated Lisa's face with her juices, shuddering with each wave and breath. 

Slowly, the trio disentangled themselves and began to redress. Lisa kissed the girl softly, thanking her for the evening, and then slipped a small envelope into her hand. The girl left with a smile on her face, knowing she'd see the pair again.

James and Lisa crawled into the front seat of the car. Lisa snuggled into the seat, her hand resting on James' lap as they made the drive home in silence. Both of them were replaying the evening in their minds as they rode. By the time they reached the front door, both were hungry for one another again. With a smile on her face as the door closed behind them, Lisa let her dress drop to the floor, knelt and crawled to his feet as she watched his hands undoing his jeans once more. Not a word was spoken as he lifted her up, her legs circling his slender hips as he drove his again hard cock deep inside her and carried her naked body through the house to the bed.



The Outing



I was hurrying to catch up after stopping to urinate when I found the backpack beside the trail with most of its contents on the ground beside it. Three sticks were also beside it forming a directional that pointed to the game trail that intersected the hiking trail we had been on yesterday and today. It took me ten minutes to place everything back into the pack enough to tie it closed. I returned my own pack to my shoulders and picked up the other one with my left hand before starting up the game trail. I found the first piece of clothing twenty yards down the trail; a light blue shirt of mine that the sleeves had been cut off of and still had the wrinkled bottom half from where it had been knotted "Daisy Duke" style. I picked it from the tree branch and stuffed the top half down into the webbed canteen belt I was wearing so my hand would be free to retrieve the other garments I knew I'd find along the way.

I found the cut-off pair of jeans that resembled the bottom half of "Daisy Duke's" outfit on the log where they'd been removed by their wearer thirty yards further down the trail. I folded them over the belt on the side opposite the shirt and continued up the trail. I heard the sound of water flowing downhill at the same time I found the bandana that had been tied around my companion's head the last time I'd seen it. I laid it across the back of my neck and continued in my pursuit of my hiking partner. I arrived at the small clearing that we'd discovered nearly twelve years earlier and remained hidden in the brush that was along its southern edge so I could watch my companion across the thirty yard width of the clearing. 

The plastic ground cloth from the pack in my left hand was spread out in the grass at the edge of the stream in the shade of a large oak tree. She was completely naked except for her thick hiking socks and I watched as the first two fingers of her right hand rubbed from her moistened slit up to her clit at a frenzied pace while she pinched and pulled first one nipple then the other of her magnificent DD breasts. I could barely hear the moans of her pleasure above the sounds of the stream she was lying beside. 

When I heard the familiar squeals she makes before her orgasm starts, I walked out into the clearing and over to the fire ring on the opposite side from where she laid and where I deposited both our packs and all of the garments along with the canteen and its belt. I walked over to where she was beginning to quiver and quake from her orgasm, dropped my own cut-off jeans and briefs to the ground, and kneeled between her wide spread legs. I had my rock solid erection ready at her hot opening and when she had relaxed from her orgasm; plunged it to the hilt inside her with one stroke. 

I began to thrust into her with long, hard strokes from the very beginning and she escalated back up from her post orgasmic lull to an extremely excited state after the second thrust. Neither of us said a word as we slammed our pelvises together in our quest for the climax our act of coitus would bring. We moved together in the dance of love for the next fifteen minutes and finally reached our goal of fulfillment when we came simultaneously for only the second or third time in our twelve years together. 

The first words either of us spoke to each other came from her when our peaks had waned and we had both regained some of our ability to breathe normally.

"Happy anniversary, baby! Man, I wish summer could last all year! We could do this more often!"

"You know you don't mean that, Jan. You know you enjoy our ski trips in the winter almost as much as you do our hiking and camping trips. Have you forgotten how miserable we both were those two years I was the baseball coach for that prep school in Arizona? It was almost like having summer year round and we still jumped at the first offer that was close to being as well paying as that one so we could get back home to East Tennessee and four seasons. I'm going to go cool off in the creek. Want to join me?"

"No, I don't and you're going to have to wait before you can, also."

"Oh yeah! What's going to keep me from going to the creek?"

"This is, baby!" With that my beautiful wife of eight years pushed me over onto my back and before I could move; had pinned my upper body to the ground with her body lying on mine so that her head was level with my crotch. She grasped my flaccid penis in her hand and lifted it up so that she could get her mouth around it. I didn't spring to full hardness in an instant like the first time she'd taken my cock into her mouth with both our juices still on it ten years ago, but I was fully hard after only five minutes of her placing it into her mouth and beginning to suck. After I was hard, she kept enough of her body weight on me to keep me on the ground until she'd maneuvered herself into position to impale herself on my renewed hardness cowgirl. Once she had my cock inside her pussy she drove herself down until it was buried all the way up inside her. She began raising and lowering herself on my cock in a slow rhythm as her breasts swung there in front of my face. I couldn't resist grabbing them before raising my head and beginning to suckle her inch long nipples one at a time then together. She increased her pace while beginning to moan in pleasure above me.

I lay there and let her have control of our fucking; enjoying the pleasure her pussy was giving me through my cock. If there was anything in the world that felt as good as having sex with her, I hadn't experienced it yet. I began thrusting up into her when I felt and heard the signs of her impending orgasm and was rewarded with her third big orgasm of the afternoon. I relaxed back down when she stopped moving on top of me and pulled her down onto my chest.

"I need to finish! Do you think your knee can take it if we do it doggie here on the hard ground?"

"No, I don't think it will! I'm beginning to think me doing it cowgirl has already aggravated it! We can do it missionary or you can fuck my face, your choice!"

"As much as I love your mouth on my dick, I love your pussy more so missionary it is!"

We rearranged ourselves on the plastic and I again found myself between my wife's wide spread legs. I plunged back into her wet, hot sex and began to fuck her hard and fast until I loosed my seed into her body and hopefully into her womb. Jan did come seconds after my sperm began emptying into her and after the last pulse of my cock deep inside her, I collapsed upon her chest. She wrapped me up in her arms and we lay together catching our breaths. After both of us were breathing normally again, Jan released me and pushed me off to the side before sitting up and removing her socks.

"Even on a bad knee, I bet I beat you to the creek!"

"That's not fair! You're already naked and have your boots off! At least let me get my boots off before you head to the creek!"

"Ok, you whiny baby! But I still bet I beat you!"

I untied and unlaced my boots as quickly as I could before standing and jerking my shirt off over my head. Jan had taken off as soon as I stood, but I could see the limp that her reconstructed left knee had brought into her stride. She barely made it into the water before I did. We waded out into the deep hole that was in that section of the creek and both sank down until only our heads were above water. We enjoyed the coolness of the water on our hot skin for the next few moments then returned to the ground cover to let the warm summer air dry our bodies. Jan lay with her head on my shoulder as I lay on my back watching the clouds drift across the bright blue summer sky. I knew she'd went to sleep when her breathing slowed and her body went lax beside of me. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep myself. The cry of pain from my dear wife awoke me two hours later.

"JANET?! What's wrong?"

"Jason, it's my knee! I went to get up to go into the bushes to relieve myself and it gave way on me! I think I did more than aggravated it! Can you help me over to the bushes so I can pee?"

I jumped to my feet and helped Jan to stand. I could see her knee was swollen and the grimace of pain on her face when she put weight on that leg. I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the brush away from the stream and the clearing. I found a log lying with one end on a large rock and the other still attached to its stump and put one foot on it to see if it was solid enough for Jan to sit on. It felt strong enough to support her weight so I sat her on it so that she could urinate without getting it on her lower legs. When she had finished, I carried her to the creek and help her rinse off her pussy and upper thighs before carrying her back to the ground cloth. 

I gave her shirt and jeans to her before dressing myself. I unpacked our camping gear and began erecting our two man domed tent behind and to the side of where Jan was sitting. I spread out my ground cloth inside the tent before helping Jan over to a rock someone had found and placed next to the fire ring. I shook her ground cloth off and laid it beside mine so the edges overlapped in the middle before unrolling and spreading out the thick winter sleeping bag we used as our bottom. 

"What do you want to do, Jan, lay down in the tent, sit there, or something else while I get some fire wood and get a fire going?"

"I want to sit in the creek with my knee in the water. Maybe the cold will help my knee. I'm sorry, Jason! I didn't even think that this might happen when we were making love eariler."

"Don't be sorry! I enjoyed it and we'll be okay here for the rest of the day and maybe tomorrow if you're unable to go by in the morning." 

I picked her up and carried her to the water and sat her in the creek so that it flowed over her out stretched legs. I grabbed my socks and boots, sat on the same rock Jan had been on before, and put them on so I could go into the woods surrounding the clearing for firewood. After gathering an armload of wood, I went back to the campsite and using one sheet of the newspaper I'd brought, started a fire in the middle of the fire ring. When the fire was going sufficiently, I returned to the woods and gathered another armload of wood. 

"Jason, I'm ready to get out of the water now." Jan said to me upon my return.

I helped her to stand and supported her as she hobbled toward the fire. I helped her to sit before going to the tent and retrieving some dry clothes for her. I helped her to undress, used hers and my shirts to dry her skin enough for her to redress in the T-shirt and sweatpants she liked to lounge around in when we went camping. I placed our cooking pot with water from the creek near the fire so the water could boil and I would be able to re-hydrate our dried food stuffs for our evening meal. I helped Jan to our tent and went back to tend the fire. 

I fixed our evening meal and sat with Jan in the tent while she ate her portion of the meal. I gave her one of the six hundred milligram ibuprofens her orthopedic surgeon had prescribed for her knee. We lay on the sleeping bag in each other's arms until she fell asleep again. I eased out of the tent and went to gather more firewood for the night. I sat by the fire until it was dark enough for me to see the tiny patch of stars in the late summer sky that the hole in the forest canopy that surrounded the small clearing we were in allowed me to see. I sat and thought how they seemed so much more beautiful and brighter out here away from the city lights. I said a silent prayer that my wife would be able to walk well enough to make it back to the man-made camping shelter we'd stayed in the night before in the next day or two. I could jog from there to the trail head and enlisted the help of the park rangers in getting her the rest of the way off the trail and back to civilization. I banked the fire and retired to our tent where I managed to go to sleep fairly quickly spooned against my wife's back.

I awoke before first light when Mother Nature began dancing on my kidneys. I stumbled out of the tent and into the bushes away from our campsite. I didn't go far enough away that I couldn't see the gleam of our metal tent poles in the moonlight and made it back to the tent without difficulty. I went to the fire ring and found a red ember among the ashes and used it to restart the fire. I got a fresh pot of water from the creek and sat it near the fire to boil for our morning meal. I went back to the tent to check on my beautiful wife and found her still asleep. I sat on the foot of our sleeping bags and waited for the sun to come up. Jan moaned in her sleep behind me, but remained asleep. I again said a silent prayer for my wife's physical well-being.

Jan awoke right as the first hint of daylight became evident in the clearing. I helped her into the bushes so she could relieve herself. I dug a hole and buried her bowel movement and the bio-degradable tissue that we used to clean ourselves after a bowel movement. My own wouldn't occur until an hour or an hour and a half after our morning meal.

Jan's knee wasn't as swollen as the day before so I thought I'd try some improvised physical therapy on it after we'd eaten breakfast. I had sat the pot of boiling water to the side to cool after fixing our food. When it was cool enough to touch without getting burnt yet still warm enough to heat up Jan's knee joint, I soaked her shirt from the day before in the warm water and wrapped it around her knee. I began helping her to bend it back and forth to draw some of the stiffness out of it. We stopped after twenty minutes and I soaked the same shirt in the cold water of the stream and wrapped it around her knee. I gave her another ibuprofen, and then went into the woods for my morning constitutional. I unwrapped her knee, helped her to stand, and she was able to hobble around the tiny clearing once before she had to stop from the pain. We repeated the treatment thrice more that day and by the end of the day, Jan thought she might be able to make it to the shelter the next day. I had cut down a straight and sturdy sapling with the hatchet I carried when we went backpacking overnight for Jan to use as a walking stick. With it and me as her support, we felt confident we could make it back to the shelter the next day.

Jan surprised me by wanting to have sex later in the afternoon. I made love to her on the sleeping bags inside the tent even though the heat of the day had us both drenched in sweat after only ten minutes of physical activity inside the tent. After giving her two orgasms to my one, I had to carry her to the creek so we both could cool off. We went to bed and were asleep within moments of each other when it was totally black outside. 

We both ate cereal dry for breakfast and I made sure there were no hot embers in the ashes of our fire after packing only the essentials in my pack and the rest of our gear into Jan's. I would return for it the next day if I could, but if not, the next person who used the clearing would find a nice surprise if it was not too far into the future. 

It was nearly 2 P.M. before we reached the shelter. I helped Jan get settled onto the platform of the shelter with our sleeping bags and clothes for padding between her body and the hard wood of the platform. It had taken us two hours to reach the shelter the previous Monday after we'd both gotten off work from the last day of the summer time jobs we both had to have when our teaching jobs were on hiatus so I thought I could jog it in less than an hour. I kissed Jan goodbye and started jogging down the trail.

I didn't meet anyone coming toward me; but passed two pairs of hikers, both consisting of a man and a woman, going in the same direction as I was. I answered the greeting of hello, but didn't slow down to answer their questions. I made it to the trail head in forty eight minutes and lucked into a ranger who was talking to some hikers in the parking area. I explained my situation to him after I'd caught my breath and he radioed for some help to carry Jan from the shelter to the trail head. I ignored his instructions to wait until his help arrived and began the jog back to the shelter.

It took me an hour to get back to the shelter. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw all of our clothes and our sleeping bags strewn out on the ground in front of the shelter which was empty. I began yelling out Jan's name as I rushed to the shelter. I searched all around the immediate area, but found no signs of my beautiful wife anywhere near the shelter. I broke into a dead run back up the trail toward its head to meet the rangers. I explained to them what I'd found when I met them twenty minutes later. 

Two of them ran ahead to the shelter to confirm what I'd told them was true. They began searching in an increasing circle pattern around the shelter and found the boot prints from two sets of men's sized boots leading away from the shelter at a diagonal from the main trail. One of them stayed where they found the first prints while the other began to follow them. He lost them when he reached a small stream and didn't find them on the opposite bank. He remained there until the other ranger, who had the radio, arrived. 

I was not allowed to help in the search for Jan or the persons the rangers assumed had abducted her. When the FBI agent, who would oversee the persumed kidnapping of my wife, arrived from his office in Asheville NC; his first question to me was had I been responsible for the persumed kidnapping of my wife. If the three rangers hadn't been between him and me and held me when I charged him, I don't know which one of us would have ended up in the hospital. I calmed down enough, after calling him every thing from a piece of dog turd to an emotionless government robot who didn't know anything about real people and their lives, to answer the rest of his questions. I told the truth, didn't try and hide anything, and gave him permission to do all the digging he wanted to into mine and Jan's lives. I was made by him to allow one of the rangers to drive me in our truck to the nearest motel where the FBI paid for me to stay while the search for Jan continued.

They found where the boot prints left the stream a half mile down from where they went in the next day. They led to a clearing much like the one Jan and I had camped in but that was close enough to the main road that a four wheel drive vehicle could reach it yet not be seen from the road. My beautiful wife and the woman who had stolen my heart when we were freshmen in college twelve years earlier had vanished without a trace.

I found out almost six months later that Jan was the third woman to be abducted from that same shelter and the previous two were never found. The first two abductions had been eighteen years earlier and two months apart. I tried to cope the best I could with the disappearance of my soul mate and loving wife. We'd never had a major fight, talked to each other about everything, enjoy the best sex that a married couple could want, and truly loved each other more than anything or anybody. I didn't drink myself to death like some men do in my situation, didn't become so depressed that I couldn't function, or go wild chasing women to try and fill the hole that was in my heart. I only existed; teaching my classes at the high school, assisting with the coaching of the football team in the fall, the girls volleyball team in the winter, and coaching the baseball team, which was what I set out to do when my own baseball career ended at the Double AA level three years after I'd graduated from college.

I didn't date for two years after Jan's disappearance and only started dating then when both my family and hers forced me to sit and listen while they explained to me that Jan wouldn't want me to become a broken, bitter old man without love in his heart because I wouldn't let her go. I finally got it when her brother, who was a math whiz and a professor at MIT, show me the odds of them ever finding Jan were equal to me winning the top prize in the Powerball, the Mega Millions, and the Tennessee state lotteries in the same week.




The Outing



I was still considered handsome and a desirable catch at 32 and had no trouble getting dates or having women asking me out on dates. I began having sex with some of the women I dated six months after I started dating, but although most of it was good, none of it was great like it had been with Jan. I knew in my heart I'd never find another woman who I could love as much as I had Jan.

After seven years and at the urging of her parents, I filed the papers to have Jan declared legally dead. I am thirty nine years old, living alone, and have two women I have "friends with benefits" relationships with. I haven't been hiking or camping since that last outing that my beloved Jan disappeared on. I have no plans to ever marry again and no prospects for that to happen if I were inclined to get married again. Summer used to be my favorite season of the year, but now I wished there wasn't a summer season at all. I'm sure that if she's dead and in heaven, Jan's praying for me to let her go and get on with my life by finding a good woman to love and who loves me, but I can't get the feeling that she's still alive out of my head and someday we'll be together again. 

The End...(?)



The Outing



It all started five years ago, when Maddie was thirteen. Being an only child, she needed a babysitter still when her parents were out of town or at an event together that Maddie couldn't attend.

Usually, Maddie's grandparents would come by to watch her, or she would go to their house. However, during the winter, her grandparents would go to their home in Florida. 

Maddie could not remember where her parents went that night five years ago, but she remembered everything else. Her parents had asked Matt, a seventeen year old that was friends with the family, to watch Maddie for the evening.

Matt and Maddie had met before, so he wasn't a stranger. However, it had been a while since they had seen each other. 

Maddie had never had a crush before, but when Matt walked in the door that night her heart felt like it was going to burst through her chest.

Matt was on the basketball team at high school, so he was relatively well known by students throughout the school system. It made sense that Maddie had a crush on him since he was popular, good looking, and nice.

Maddie spent most of the evening watching TV with Matt, but occasionally they would have some short conversations. One of which would stick with Maddie throughout the next five years.

"Matt, what do you look for in a girl?" Maddie asked, wondering what she would have to become in order to one day get her crush.

Matt laughed, which made Maddie pout for a moment. His response surprised her.

"I just want a girl that doesn't date me for what I do, but who I am. It is annoying when girls just want to date me because I play basketball."

Maddie paused for a moment, before she responded, "Well I think you're really nice and funny! I don't care you play basketball..."

Matt laughed once again.

"Thanks Maddie," he responded, "But you are too young for me right now. In a few years I'd be honored to be able to date a girl like you."

That response would be stuck in Maddie's head for the next five years.

From that moment on, Maddie decided to never date another boy until she could date Matt. Even though they rarely saw each other, Maddie would always cling to his arm and cherished every moment with him. Unfortunately for her, Matt seemed to be oblivious of Maddie's feelings, and two years later, he left for college.

Maddie was fifteen when Matt left for college, and spent most nights after school hoping for a response when she would either text him or send him a message through social media. 

At sixteen, Maddie had begun to start looking more attractive. By age eighteen, her senior year of high school and Matt's senior year of college, she had a full chest and curvy body for her size. 

At high school, Maddie had developed the title of a tease because almost every boy there wanted to date her, but she declined every offer. She claimed she had already made a commitment to someone else, never elaborating on who exactly.

One day, when she turned 18, Maddie found her mother's dildo and discovered how to masturbate. She purchased her own dildo and pretended it was Matt's cock almost every night. By doing this, Maddie felt less alone and almost felt like she was really Matt's girlfriend.

Through most of this time Matt was busy having crazy college experiences with girls his age. Even though he was with many girls, he was never in a committed relationship.

During the summers, Matt would come home and see Maddie at a golf outing that their family friends had annually. For three years, Maddie would jump into his cart and play a round of golf, just the two of them. Each year, Maddie would put on something more and more revealing, attempting to make Matt see her in a different view.

It was a day of the year that Maddie thought was better than Christmas. An entire night alone with the boy she had the biggest crush on for what felt like an eternity.

The time came for the golf outing, and it was a cloudy day out. There was a chance of rain, but the outing went on anyway. Hoping that it would rain, Maddie wore a tight, white collared shirt to golf in which she noticed caught Matt's eye when he showed up. 

The two spent the first few holes catching up and having a great time. Maddie noticed Matt staring at her body a few times, specifically when she was bending over to place her tee.

During the middle of the fifth hole, it started to downpour. Each of the holes had a storm shelter on it, and since the course was so spread out, the two ended up having one to themselves, secluded by the downpour of the rain.

By the time the Matt and Maddie had made it to the shelter, they were each soaking wet. Maddie looked down and blushed as she noticed her fully erect nipples poking against her tight shirt. She looked up to see Matt had noticed too. He quickly looked away.

"So," Maddie started with a seductive tone, "Do you think I'm old enough to date yet?" 

Matt could only nod as Maddie moved in closer. 

She had prepared for this moment for almost five years, but she was still incredibly nervous.

Her breasts were now pressed up against Matt's chest as she felt warmth coming off of his body. She nuzzled into his chest and then moved her finger down from his sides to his pants.

Matt jumped back. "What are you doing? Where is this coming from?"

Maddie only responded with grabbing him and moving him closer.

"I've wanted to be yours for five years. Ever since you babysat me that one day I knew you were special. All I've dreamt about is you being able to call me your own, and you haven't dated anyone else. I figured you were waiting for me too."

Matt had no idea what to say. It was true that he had not been in a relationship for the past five years, but was he waiting for a girl like Maddie? 

He looked down and saw the girl buried in his chest, squeezing his waist waiting for an answer. Even if it didn't work out, at least it would make Maddie happy until he figured out what he felt.

"You haven't chosen a college yet have you?" Matt finally asked.

Maddie looked up and shook her head no, tears filling her eyes.

"You should go to the college in town. That way we can be together."

He leaned down and kissed her.

The rain continued to pour as they kissed, and Maddie eventually pulled up her shirt, revealing to the first man her large, now developed breasts.

Matt kissed down her neck and began to lick them while Maddie began to unbuckle Matt's pants. Maddie reached her hand inside to feel the warmth emanating from Matt's cock. It was a little thicker than her dildo too. She stroked it gently, feeling the blood rush to the tip.

Maddie then laid on her back against the picnic table and moaned in ecstasy as her dream was coming true. Matt continued to lick and suck on Maddie's breasts and nipples while also moving her skirt up, revealing no panties underneath. 

Using her feet, Maddie pulled down Matt's boxers, as his cock began to grind against her virgin pussy. After a few moments of grinding, Matt lifted Maddie's feet into the air and prepared his cock for entry.

"Gently please, I've been saving myself for you." Maddie whimpered.

Matt moved his cock in and out slowly as Maddie's pussy adjusted to the size.

Thunder boomed as Matt suddenly thrusted his cock fully into Maddie forcefully. The pleasure was unlike Maddie had ever experienced before. Slowly moving faster, Matt also enjoyed how tight she was, but also realized that he had never encountered a connection like this with anyone he had sex with before.

They stayed in the same position for about a minute, getting faster and faster until Maddie's body straightened out and began to convulse with pleasure. Matt noticed her cumming and stopped, leaned in, and began to passionately kiss Maddie on the lips. 

Maddie eventually pushed him back and then bent over the table, spreading her ass to reveal her holes for Matt to see. Matt then entered her pussy again, causing her even more pleasure as it hit whole new areas that made her moan loudly, drowned out by the thunder and pouring rain.

She could feel another orgasm coming and said between breaths, "Matt... come inside me. It's okay... I'm on the pill..."

Almost as she finished the sentence she felt warmth fill her insides. She turned her head around to see Matt's face wincing in pleasure as he came into her, not letting a drop escape from inside her.

They kissed again as they began to put on clothes. Maddie quickly grabbed panties out of her purse, and put them on attempting to prevent as much cum from escaping. 

Matt laughed playfully as he watched Maddie struggle to retain the fluids. They both began put all their clothes back on as the rain died down.

This was just the beginning of their lifelong adventure together.



The Outing of Claire LaPointe



Last year, I wrote a story entitled Foul Language, wherein a bitter, angry Geoff Matheson had been through an ugly, unjustified divorce from his wife of 30 years. The most dispiriting part of the whole episode was the vile treatment he received at the hands of his wife's divorce lawyer, one Claire LaPointe. 

Geoff survived the divorce, and moved to the West Coast to start a new life. He was not a happy man, and only the single good fortune of having a large corporation purchase an obscure patent of his, made his economic situation livable.

Once in a while, opportunity and luck combine to produce a satisfying result. This is the story of just such a combination.

The Outing of Claire LaPointe:

Sit back dear readers and enjoy my little tale. It was the only bright spot, save my patent sale, that I had in those wretched months of my divorce. During the negotiations on the patent sale with the buyers, I was meeting with my lawyer, Scott Olsen, at his office downtown, and when the meeting ended, I would often stop at the bar in the middle of his block for a drink or two before I headed back to my crappy townhouse in Guelph. 

I was drinking quite a bit more in those days, but I was still careful that I wasn't going to get picked up for being over the limit. Anyway, one day I was sitting at the bar on my usual stool, and I couldn't help but overhear a conversation between two men sitting beside me, whining about their divorces. I got interested when I heard the name Claire LaPointe, and then a string of expletives. I decided to get nosey and asked them if they too were victims of the female vulture, and they both said yes, among other unrepeatable expressions. 

I told them that I was a refugee from her clutches as well, and we all compared stories about how she had ravaged us without mercy. I was in a contemplative mood I guess as I absently asked the question about how many others there may be of us in this club of victims of her wrath. One of the guys suggested that was easy to find out. All we had to do was check the court records for divorces and see which ones she had represented the wife. We talked a bit more and I had the germ of an idea, but I didn't want to get their hopes up, so I asked them for their business cards, and gave them mine. 

I went through the court records for a couple of years and I can tell you, it was tough slugging. Luckily, I had all kinds of time since I had resigned from my job, and besides, it was a labor of hate. I carefully noted the names of the defendants in each of her cases and it was obvious that she only handled women clients. This bitch had a very specific mission; destroy as many men as possible. It got me to thinking that there may be more to this that meets the eye. 

I had gathered as much information as possible about the men she had victimized and started to track them down. Again, I had all kinds of time, and in this case, I had a mission to accomplish. One by one, I contacted the men on my list and asked them if they were interested in my plan of revenge. After twenty contacts, I had eleven affirmatives and I thought that should be enough, but if we needed more, I had a list of many names with which to follow up.

The plan was simple, risky, and had no guarantee of success. I had come to the opinion that this woman was a man-hater, and I suspected she would act this out in her lifestyle. There was only one way to find out. I proposed that each of us contribute up to a maximum of five hundred dollars and we would hire a private detective to follow her, and find out what we could about her private life. Eleven of the men I contacted agreed. Of those who didn't, almost all of them had been left in a state of near poverty and couldn't afford to join us. I told them that no matter what, I would keep them informed of our progress. Each and every one of them was with us in spirit.

Scot knew of a private detective, Terry Bolton, who would do the kind of work we wanted. In addition, since we were never going to take any of this to court, we could count on him to use whatever means necessary to get information with the stipulation that he never tell us how he got it. I met with Terry in his office uptown, and I was quietly amused that it looked nothing like the offices I remembered from the movies. It was new and modern and very efficient looking. I gave Terry the background, just how many men had been victimized by this woman, and our objective. We needed to get any dirt we could on this woman.

Terry was sympathetic, but cautious. He explained the law and what he could and couldn't do, but in the end, he agreed that what we needed was within the scope of his capability. I gave him the requested two thousand dollar retainer and he promised to keep me informed regularly. I had no option but to trust him, and I fervently hoped I wasn't throwing my fellow victims' money away on a wild goose chase. 

It was almost two weeks before I heard from Terry, but it was worth the wait. 

"Well, I have some interesting information on Ms. LaPointe," Terry began. "She is, without doubt, a lesbian. Moreover, she isn't particularly loyal to any one partner. She seems to have more than a couple of intimate friends. I'm also pretty sure she is the dominant partner in these relationships. Very dominant, if you catch my drift," he said with what I could detect was a note of triumph. 

"Nice going Terry," I replied. "I have to tell you I suspected this, but now the question is, what do we do next?" 

"Well, Ms. LaPointe is a bit careless. She often entertains her friends in her apartment near her office. She doesn't live there, but she uses it for her business and personal liaisons," he stated. "Let's just say that if someone wanted to bug her place, she makes it fairly easy for them." I could almost see the smile on his face, and I hoped he could imagine the one on mine.

"That makes things fairly straightforward, doesn't it?" I suggested.

"Quite. I'll get back to you, but you should be aware I'm going to be spending some more of your money," he said seriously.

"How much more?" 

"Probably another twenty-five hundred, maybe a bit more." 

"OK ... we can handle that. I'll keep my fingers crossed that we get something really solid," I said.

"I'll call you when I have something worthwhile," he said, signing off.

Ten days later, Terry called and asked me to meet him at this office. He had something to show me. I instantly agreed, and we set up a meeting for the next morning. I couldn't wait. I could only hope we had something really nasty on the bitch. I walked into Terry's office with a spring in my step, and hope in my heart.

"Well, Geoff, I think I have what you need," he began. "However, you must never reveal how you got this and of course, if anyone comes back to me, I'll deny everything."

"Understood. We have no reason to tell anyone anything that would come back on you. I'm the only person of our group who knows you are our man," I offered.

"Good. Why don't you come around here and I'll show you what I've got," he suggested.

Terry had a laptop on his desk and obviously had inserted a DVD in the slot. He moved the mouse and the video screen popped up and he clicked on the play arrow. What followed could have dislocated my jaw if I hadn't been careful. It began with Claire LaPointe in some sort of bondage outfit consisting on a shiny black brassiere, skimpy black shiny panties, a studded collar and shiny, patent leather boots that came up almost to her knees. It was obviously shot in a bedroom that was very austere in its décor. She wasn't a beautiful woman by any means and with her clothes off, she was porkier than I remembered, but then I never had looked at her in a sexual way.

As the DVD continued, she went off-screen and reappeared, dragging a young woman in by her blonde hair. I could hear the girl protesting in pain, but Claire seemed oblivious to her pleas and pushed her down across a bed, face first. She looked very young and I wondered if Claire had pulled her off the street, or she was a lover of some other kind. I didn't have long to wait as I could hear Claire's voice bark a sharp order to the young girl.

"Get your ass up in the air, bitch! You know what I want," she snapped. She slapped the young girl's backside twice and both times the girl yelped. These weren't love slaps, and the girl wasn't faking pain. The outline of her hand was imprinted on the girl's ass in white. Claire then reached down to a night stand just below the line of sight of the camera and picked up something that I didn't recognize right away. It didn't take me long to figure out what it was though.

"Holy Fuck! Is that what I think it is?" I exclaimed. It was an artificial cock; a strap-on. I'd never really seen one before but this was something else. It was jet black, it was almost as thick as a rolling pin and it was at least 12" long. She reached back to the night stand after she'd belted this 'thing' on around her waist and picked up what appeared to be a tube of lubricant and greased that big pole up. The young blonde on the bed kept peering over her shoulder with a worried look, waiting for the next move. She didn't have long to wait. Claire pointed the massive cock at the girl's pussy and began to shove it in without much finesse. No worrying about the girl's discomfort or trying to accommodate the size of this thing, she just shoved it into her as hard as she could. 

It was hard to watch and definitely not erotic. The young blonde was in pain and yet was submitting to it as if she couldn't get away, even though she wasn't restrained in any way. The more I watched the poor young kid I began to wonder about how old she would be and where did she come from?

"How old do you think that girl is?" I finally asked.

"Don't know, but I'm trying to find out. It isn't a criminal act if she consents and is over 14, but there's also a clause about dependency or trust. That's in there for the school teachers and scout masters and priests and such. It would be pretty hard to prosecute, but I think just letting some of her corporate clients see this and know that kid may only be fifteen or sixteen would probably serve you just as well," he offered seriously. 

I was repelled at what I saw and wondering if there was anything more. I asked Terry if this was the only kid she used.

"No. Not by a long shot. She has a stable of "little lambs" as she calls them. So far I've identified four and I know from listening to her phone calls that there are more. Some of them are street kids, I'm sure. Whether she pays them, I don't know, but I'll find out sooner or later." He said all this in a matter of fact voice as if he was talking about buying a new suit. 

"There's more and you won't like this one any better." he said seriously. He flicked the mouse and the screen emptied again and started up with Claire leading a young boy with a collar around this neck over to the bed and pushing him face down on it just as she had with the girl.

"Jesus H. Christ!" I exclaimed. "She not going to do what I think she's going to do is she." I said looking at Terry with what must have been even more shock.

"Oh yes she is, and this one ain't pretty. You said she hated men and this will give you some idea of how much," he said with a note of sadness.

I couldn't tell how old the boy was from my brief glimpse of his face, but I got the impression he might be a juvenile. He was skinny and very pale, and I would have guessed he couldn't be much more that 16, if that. What followed defied description and I won't even try. I don't think I'll ever get that image out of my mind. I'm sure watching a live execution couldn't be any worse. When she had finished with him, there was blood coming from his rectum, and he virtually had to crawl off the bed. Claire stood with her hands on her hips and what I can only describe as a smirk on her face before she took the strap-on off and the scene went black. 

I knew Claire LaPointe was a heartless bitch when it came to men, especially married men, but I had no idea she could be this foul. I wanted her ass on the cross more than ever now. It had become personal when she fucked me over in the divorce, but now it was something far more important. 

"Terry, I can't imagine these kids would do this voluntarily. They must be doing it for money and they must be desperate; like street kids," I said after some thought. 

"Yah ... that's what I though too, but she calls them on the phone to contact them, so I can't imagine these kids having cell phones unless she supplies them," he replied.

"Well, these days I think you can get "throwaway phones" fairly cheaply and when the time is used up, you just go get another one. Maybe that's what she's doing." I was sitting on the corner of his desk and I was lost in thought. I needed an idea of how to take this vicious bitch down, but nothing really permanent was coming to me.

"How many of these scenes do you have so far?" I asked the detective.

"Four. Three girls and that young boy."

"What do we do now?"

"Nothing. I've a couple of friends on the police force and I've already talked to them and shown them what I have. They're going to stake her out and see if they can get enough on her to get a warrant and then pop her when she's got someone in her apartment. I can count on them not to blow this deal and fuck it up for us. I guess of couple of their fellow officers have had some experience with her too."

"Can I have a copy of the DVD?" I asked, not really sure I wanted one.

"Sure, you paid for it, it's yours. Just remember, if anybody asks how you got it, it came in the mail with no return address and no note. Understood?"

"Understood!" I slid off the desk and walked around his office for a minute shaking my head, stopping to stare out his window at the city. I wasn't really seeing anything; I was lost in thought.

"Welcome to my ugly world," Terry finally said quietly. I just looked at him and nodded. Ugly seemed like an understatement. 

I showed our group of eleven the DVD at one of their places in the city. It was more than a couple of them could handle, and they headed for the bathroom to throw up, fortunately not at the same time. When it was over, we sat around and talked about what we would do next. 

In the end, we decided to send anonymous copies in the mail to five of her corporate clients, and the Law Society. The trouble with that strategy was we wouldn't probably ever find out if she had lost her clients, and only a public disbarment would tell us if the Law Society had acted. It was left to Terry to put the icing on the cake for us six days later.

"I have some interesting news for you, Geoff." Terry said with a very upbeat tone of voice. "The police have arrested one Ms. Claire LaPointe and charged her with Pandering and Interference with a Minor. They obtained a search warrant, and just by pure luck happened to arrive while she was "entertaining" one of her little lambs. By some quirk of fate, a reporter from TV6 happened to be in the area, and it looks like her arrest is going to be very public. This could cause her some embarrassment," he laughed.

"No shit! That's fantastic. You just made my day, Terry," I enthused.

"You're welcome and call me anytime you want to take down another of these creepy women," he offered.

After I had hung up, I quickly began calling my co-victims and spreading the good news. There was great joy in Hogtown that night; at least in about twenty abodes that I knew of. I never did find out what happened at her trial since I had left town on my way west by then. Scotty told me that she would get a criminal record for sure, since she had decided to take a plea in lieu of a public trial. And, after ignoring our original DVD and carrying on "business as usual", the Law Society disbarred Ms. LaPointe and as far as I'm concerned, I can't see her doing any hapless husbands any more harm. I wasn't so sure about the street kids, however. 

Just as a footnote, I was so pissed at the Law Society for sweeping her activities under the carpet that I wrote them an anonymous letter with a copy to the Attorney General of the Province, the two prominent Newspapers in Toronto, and TV6, including a free copy of the infamous DVD. Neither the Attorney General nor the second place paper said a peep, but the number one paper and the TV station made a big deal of it, and started an investigation into what the Law Society might be covering up in the activities of some lawyers. All in all, it made for a perfect ending to a sorry bloody part of my life.



The Outing of Lisa



Over the years as a Out bisexual guy I have always tried to keep Lisa my far more feminine side hidden away. I spent many years dressing and loved it but decided when I had to move to a new house share it was time for Lisa to go permanently.

Unfortunately as many other cross dressers and transvestites know that is far easier than first thought to destroy a side of yourself that gives so much pleasure.

And as for me I found myself in different ways by meeting many trans girls for no strings sex whenever I could, loving having a sexy trans girl to pleasure and be taken by in some cases.

Finally I settled by occasionally dating one sexy cross dressing guy from my hometown who enjoyed being treated like a woman. I loved our times together having hard dirty unprotected sex together and sharing ourselves with others as well at fetish clubs and swinging websites.

I had been asked several times by others if I dressed as well and on the odd occasion I would slip on a pair of stockings and stilettos for sex games but unknowingly this awoke my other persona Lisa the transvestite cock loving slut that I had tried to get rid of and this is where the story starts.

I found myself on online auction sites purchasing heels, corsets and short tight dresses to show off my tight body. By this time I was 32 and needed a full corset to give me the look of a convincing girl.

I managed on a budget to find a lovely black and purple satin corset, hold up seemed stockings, full brunette wig and 5 inch satin peep toe heels all covered by a gorgeous figure hugging satin mini dress that suited my new look perfectly. I now felt like a girl again and all though I did not have the confidence to be seen outside as yet so dressed in my room.

I so loved feeling like a convincing girl and when I was dressed in my male mode I just did not feel right anymore, I felt I had to confess to my addiction, my secret life.

I chose my best mate to do so as I knew he was bisexual as well, first off I showed him a picture I had taken of me dressed which I had on a profile on a transvestite dating website. He simply asked who she was and if I could set him up with her for some fun as he knew I was well established on the local swinging scene as a hung bi lad.

I agreed I could, but told him she was a trans girl and was well endowed as well. This really did not bother him. He did say he had never had sex with a trans girl but fancied her and wanted to fuck her, little did he know that girl was me, his best mate in drag.

I agreed to set him up on a date and told him she would meet him at a pub in town I knew was trans friendly. Fortunately he decided he had to leave after a one or so to go get ready for his date, the date that would change our friendship forever.

As soon as he had left I showered and started to apply my makeup and shape wear, squeezing my body into a tightly laced corset, stockings, stiletto heels and dress. By now I felt great but so nervous I near poked my eyes out more than once on my mascara brush due to my hands shaking.

After about two hours Lisa was finally ready to go and face the world for the very first time, I picked up my mobile a second number I kept for sex meets and text my friend to say I hope he has still up for taking me not only out on a date but deeply from behind later on. He soon text back saying he was definitely up for taking me out and maybe giving me what I wanted.

I knew he would be there for 8pm on the dot so I ordered the taxi for just before eight as I wanted to be late just like any girl. One thing I forgot about stiletto heels is unless you are used to the them then stairs are a nightmare as I soon found out trying to get downstairs to my taxi.

I slid onto the back seat trying to look glamorous and sexy and could see the taxi driver having a good look on the way. We soon arrived at my pub of choice in the towns gay district, a classy gay bar that did not mind trans girls using it to pick up guys. With that I passed the taxi driver his fare and a tip and with that he wished me a good night and said if you don't get lucky give us a call and ask for mark. He was quite cute, in his late 20's and well built but blatantly gay. I just smiled sweetly at him as now I knew I had been clocked as a trans girl by him.

I made my way through the crowds of hot gay guys and girls with a few trans girls on the pull to the bar area where I had told my friend he would meet Lisa. I wiggled my way over to him and placed a hand on his knee to which he turned to look and met my gaze.

I introduced myself as Lisa and he followed suit but offered me a drink which I was more than happy to accept. As I stood by his side on my 5 inch heels I felt his hand slip round my waist, I just adored being touched when im fully dressed and turned to face him inviting him to kiss me. As I thought he did not waste any time in kissing me full on the lips.

I took his hand in mine standing him up and we walked across the bar to where there is a collection of leather sofas for people to sit and chat amongst other things if you were discreet.

He followed making sure any of the other guys in the bar did not try to touch me up on my way, in fact one did but I did not respond I just kept walking and trying to wiggle my bum just enough to keep him interested in my tight backside.

When we reached the sofas it was very busy and I decided to ask him to sit so I could sit on his lap. He did not refuse and seemed to enjoy having me there, we just sat and chatted for a while exchanging the occasional light kiss. I knew what he wanted from me and he knew I wanted it to as I felt his cock stiffening in his jeans and prodding my tight bum as I turned to sit facing him in a me on top position. He moved his hands to my waist and complemented me on how sexy I was before asking can we leave as I really like you girl and I really want to satisfy your need for cock.

I knew this was coming and knew he was going to ask me to have sex with him but then the nerves kicked in. I replied yes lets go and grab something for me to suck on.

We left the bar and jumped into a cab outside and headed to my place, the minute I gave the address to the taxi driver I saw a look of confusion on my friends face but I sat with him saying nothing.

Within minutes we were back at my place and he said to me a mate of mine lives here, I think you know him. I agreed I did and had agreed to use his place tonight as he was out with another girl in town or in bed by now. This seemed to work for a few minutes til I opened the bedroom door and he saw my makeup and case I kept my dressing bits in and recognized it from all the times he had been round to visit me as a guy, his best mate.

I took myself over to the bed and sat upon the side patting the duvet down next to me trying to get him to come over. In the end he submitted and came over but suddenly would not touch me. He asked if I was who he thought I was and I just nodded. 

I was so scared that I was going to lose a friend at that minute I started to cry and told him all about my dressing and my love of being a girl. I was shocked as he wrapped his arms round me and pulled me close telling me he still found me very sexy and would love to fuck me still if I wanted him to.

I went off to the bathroom to clean myself up and douche myself as I intended to take his hot spunky load deep in my man pussy. I so loved being fucked hard when I was dressed and played a totally submissive role to any guys who were lucky enough to get with me.

I went back to my room all clean inside and out and stood in front of him and unzipped my dress letting it fall to the floor and show off my lingerie. He got to his feet and removed his clothes and his briefs showing off his thick 7 inches of man meat. I could not hold back and pushed him onto the bed and dropping to my knees in front of him. I slowly slid my hands up his thighs eventually reaching his throbbing cock which I slid into my mouth and started sucking him deep and slow into my wet slutty mouth. 

He laid there moaning with pleasure as my tongue darted round his impressive bell end, I could feel my own 8 inches was rock hard in my lace panties. I got to my feet and he sat up seeing me stood in my corset and lace panties with hold up stockings and a large 8 inch cock protruding from my panties, he wasted no time in sucking me while he slowly slid a finger round to my bum and massaged my man pussy.

Now I really needed cock badly and I slid my member from his mouth and got onto the bed along side of him, he turned to face me and started to kiss me. I was in fits of ecstasy feeling all my senses going wild for him. He soon asked me if he was going to have the pleasure of fucking my tight pussy and I simply smiled and moved onto the bed on my hands and knees begging him to rim my tight pussy.

Soon I felt his hot tongue lapping a my juicy man pussy and he reached through and slowly massaged my cock. I loved it and started to grind my pussy deep into his face as I adore being rimmed. He seemed to know what he was doing and I was aching for his cock in me, with that I pulled away from him and asked him to lay on his back for me.

He moved form his position behind me to flat on his back, his cock was rock hard and had a glaze of cum across its hood. I reached for the dressing table and grabbing a bottle of my favorite lube began to massage it into his cock and my pussy while slowly playing with my love hole trying to prepare it for his cock.

No longer could I wait for him to enter me as I climbed on top of him and slowly lowered my tight cock hungry pussy onto his cock inch by inch until I felt his balls deep in against my bum.

With that I began to slowly ride his meat in and out of my well stretched hole, he soon had his hands on my side encouraging me to ride him harder and harder til I was being bounced off his thighs and moaning with each deep push into my willing pussy.

Soon my thighs could take no more and I had to dismount his meat, but I needed more and I wanted his cum dumped deep in me. I moved onto my knees and held the headboard of the wrought iron bed frame. I instantly felt his large cock opening up my tight pussy again, he had the one of the nicest cocks I have ever had as Lisa and boy he knew how to use it.

Within minutes I felt like a complete slut again as I felt his full balls slapping against my bum as he drove his meat into me all the time calling me his little fuck slut.

I was loving being screwed so deep and hard but I felt his cock starting to throb inside me so I told him to pull out, he did and started to wank himself off thinking I wanted him to cum over me but I still wanted more so I stopped him and tied a stocking tight round the base of his cock telling him I needed more cock first.

I did not know how long he could last til I would have to release him so I pushed him back down onto the bed and mounted him again taking all 7 inches without hesitation. The look on his face said it all as he felt my anus clamped onto his hard throbbing cock. I knew what I wanted though and I began to bounce on his rock hard shaft harder and harder.

Within a minute or two he was begging me to let him cum so with one hand undid the stocking from round the base of his cock and slid all the way down his throbbing cock to his full balls. As I did I felt him spasm deep inside me flooding my anus with hot spunk, ream after ream of spunk shot up my pussy til it was running back out and all over his balls.

He collapsed onto his back on the bed and I slowly climbed off his now flaccid and cum soaked cock. As I did he thanked me adding wow thanks babe that was one hell of a good fuck. I had to agree but I was not finished yet as I had not cum.

I asked him to suck me again and he rolled to the side of the bed before sitting up and taking my cock in his mouth, expertly he sucked me deeply and slid a couple of fingers into my well fucked bum playing with my g spot and sending me into a huge orgasm and filling his mouth with my own spunk.

He tried to spit most of it out but I had bent down to kiss him and share my hot load from his tongue, we kissed for a while sharing my spunk and then both showered.

I thought I would just go back to male mode but he asked if he could stay overnight and take me again the next morning so I slipped into a silky teddy and panties and slid into the bed alongside him and fell asleep with his cock resting up against my anus and his arm tight round my waist.

I woke with him rock hard behind me and wasted no time in him sliding his meat into me again and fucking me senseless til he shot his hot load deep into me for a second time. After I got up from the bed and went to get washed and cleaned out.

Upon walking back in he was sat there looking shattered but told me he was glad we had done it as he told me he had always wanted to fuck me and me being Lisa was amazing as he fancied my alter ego as well.

That was not the last time he plundered my man pussy but that is another story for another time.

Lisa xxx



The Outing



Before long a man separates himself from the crowd and taps a glass for silence. He speaks.

"Tonight we have the pleasure of a young woman who will be a large part of our game. She is here of her own free will and will not be paid for this evening's entertainment."

He gestures to you. You look down, wondering. What is this game, the entertainment. She leads you out to the buzz of conversation. Now people are looking at you more. You are trembling as you follow her to another room. There are chairs and couches spread around this room, but the main piece of furniture is something that looks like parallel bars, but much lower. She leads you to this thing, this object. You find that the closest bar is at your waist. She moves you until you are against it, facing away from her. She strokes your arms, your back. You cannot stop trembling. 

"Just be still and be good. You will not be hurt. Trust me, I will not allow you to be hurt."

You begin to breath quicker. What is she going to do to you now? Her hands reach up to your shoulders and slip the straps of your dress down to your arms. She slips each arm out of the strap so your breasts are the only things holding the dress up. You whimper softly. She gently presses on your back and you have to bend over the bar at your stomach. Each of your arms is taken and fastened to the farther bar. You are restrained, not able to stand up. You feel so vulnerable. She leaves you and you feel so alone. Time again is so long. Even with sight available to you, your best sense now is your hearing and you strain your ears for any sound.

After what seems to be forever you hear the sound of heels and the buzz of conversation. You sense many people behind you. Your breathing is shallow. What is going to happen? A man speaks.

Ladies and gentlemen, our friend has brought this treasure to us. We will be playing a game with her. She has an aversion to having her bottom used, so we will be using that for part of the game. Each man and woman will pair up and draw numbers. Then, starting with number one, the woman will insert one of these devices in her bottom. As long as she allows this to be done to her, each couple will pass to the other side of the room. But, if she wishes that to stop, she must only ask for it and we will stop. The remaining men, who are partnered with a woman who has not had the chance to test her anus, will be allowed to fuck her. Let me get the devices here and we will proceed."

Your head is spinning; you cannot believe what you have just heard. She slips up beside you. You are quietly sobbing. She leans down to your ear.

"Listen pet, the devices are dildos. They are small at the start but get bigger each time. I will prepare you, but once the game starts I cannot interfere. I promise you that no harm will come to you. You only have to endure."

You are crying as you hear her words. You see two men carrying in a table. On it is a tube of lubricant and a row of dildos. The closest to the lubricant are very small, but as your head turns to the other end of the table, they become grotesque, huge, frightening. You look down to the floor and bit your lip, trying to stop your tears. She steps to the table and lifts the lubricant. She moves behind you and you feel your dress lifted over your back. You cannot help jerking your body as your bottom, your ass is bared. You can feel her pulling your cheeks open and rubbing lubricant on your anus. You begin to whimper. You jerk once more as you feel her finger slip through the ring of muscle. She spreads it on your anus and inside. She is next to you again, bending over to whisper to you.

"All you have to say is stop, no more. Then it will stop."

You begin to cry once more. You cannot help yourself. Through teary eyes you see the first woman pick up the smallest dildo. She disappears behind you and you feel it at your tight anus. There is pressure and the dildo slips into your ass. You groan audibly. Your face turns to her.

"Madam, may I speak?"

"Of course."

"How many are there?"

"Oh my pet, there are twenty, I think."

You grunt as the first dildo is pulled out of you. Another woman comes and picks up the next smallest dildo. In no time your cheeks are pulled open and the second dildo is inserted in your ass. It's removed and the third, fourth and fifth quickly follow. You are breathing in shallow gasps by then. You hear a voice announcing a break and you take several deep breaths. Soon another woman is in front of you, taking the sixth dildo. She disappears behind you and once again your cheeks are pulled apart and the dildo is thrust into your ass. When you reach the seventh, it begins to hurt and you start to pant. Sweat is beading on your forehead and running down your back. Each insertion and removal causes you to grunt audibly. The tenth is reached and this time you gasp, it feels so huge in you. This one is left protruding from your ass as another break is taken. You can only imagine how you must look and you flush deep red. Your ass is squirming and you can hear chuckles behind you. She is standing next to you, holding your hand.

"M-m-madam?"

"Yes my sweet?"

H-h-how many are left?"

"Eight. Just eight to go."

"Oh god, oh my god."

You feel the tenth removed, grunting as it pulls your ring out while it leave you. You clutch her hand tight and close your eyes. The eleventh, then the twelfth, then thirteen, fourteen and fifteen, each forcing a grunt from you as it enters and is pulled out of you. Your breath is nothing but panting now. Each one hurts going in and out. Your ass feels as though it will never close again. It feels so open. Another break is taken and you cannot stop panting. Your bottom hurts so much.

"M-m-madam?"

"Yes, my pet?"

"W-w-will you be disappointed if I cannot do more?"

"No, pet, you have done much more than anyone believed you could already."

"B-b-but if I stop, they will, they will fuck me."

"It is all right. I will not think less of you."

"Oh madam, I hurt, god I hurt."

"It will go away. Be as strong as you can. I am very proud of you, pet."

The break is over and the fifteenth is removed forcing a gasp from your mouth. You whimper softly. You feel the pressure and groan out loud as the sixteenth dildo slides into your ass. It feels impossibly huge and your ring is burning. Panting hard, you feel it slide back out, pulling your ring with it. You grit your teeth and grunt as it pops out of your ass. Your ass feels as though it is gaping open. Through tear stained eyes you see the next woman pick up the next dildo. Whimpering louder you strain to be still and quiet, but when the tip touches your anus you cannot bear it.

"S-s-stop, p-p-please s-s-stop."

The dildo is removed. You hear excited murmurs behind you. She holds your hand tight and you stand on shaking legs. You know what is coming next. You feel hands on your dress and it is pulled down from your chest, over your ass and down your legs leaving you naked. Your feet are pushed apart and you wait. Before long you feel the prodding of a cock behind you and your vagina opens to take it. He thrusts into you and you moan softly. Your hips are grabbed and he fucks you, fucks you hard. His belly slaps against your ass. All you can do, all the energy you have only allows you to brace yourself for his thrusts. Thankfully he is soon at his crisis and you feel the jets of sperm splashing inside you. With his last jerk he pulls out and you immediately feel another cock poking at you and then inside you. He is no better than the first, fucking you hard and coming inside you very quickly. 

He pulls out and you must stand, bent, and let them look at you. At your abused ass and pussy. Sperm is trickling out of you and running down your thigh. You are humiliated again. Naked and humiliated. You hear the voices that were so excited leave the room and she is the only one there. She releases you from the bar and puts the wrap around you. Your fancy evening dress has disappeared. The chain is clasped and she takes your hand. The two of you walk out together. You are hobbling because your bottom is hurting. She leads you through the front door and to your limousine. This time when the door is opened, she helps you inside and sits next to you. You are taken in her arms and she holds you all the way home.