0 comments/ 5105 views/ 0 favorites The Works By: VashEvergone The Works A Gentle Piece of Erotic Fiction The door, rusty as ever, moaned ever so slightly, nearly pushing back, testing my strength, as I crossed the threshold into the pizza parlor. The stout aroma of the various cuts of meat and vegetables used in the pizza making process mixed well with the warm, thick air carried in by the July evening breeze. My gaze and my gait followed a similar path to the front register. The growling of my stomach directed my eyes across the menu. It all seemed foreign and dangerous, my sense for risky actions weighed down by the heavy mid-summer air. Dropping my eyes to the level of the counter, one need was replaced by another, one hunger overshadowed by a more powerful urge. She was small and dark, a figure perfectly silhouetted by the heat radiating from the oven to her back. Her auburn cheeks were speckled with flour, the collateral damage of a battle won against a delicacy. Her shirt was a similar battlefield; the remains of pizzas come and gone added more decoration than the logo embroidered just above her breasts. Her jeans were slung low. A smile crept upon her lips as she asked me what I would be having this afternoon. A strand of black hair escaped a messy ponytail. I stumbled into my words, by my eyes stayed fixed. I rattled on about how a recent bout of indecision had quickly clouded my judgment. She rocked back and forth, seemingly reviling in my loss of word. "Well I'm going to go wash my hands while you sort this thing out, sir," she winked and turned away. Before I could form any kind of response, she streamed off through the back doors. My irrational behavior to this point was washed away by instinct. Before I knew that I was in motion, my feet carried me through the back doors, toward the restroom. The door was slightly ajar as she stood, ass to me, rinsing her hands under the tiny faucet. My hand was on the door and a new passion burned through my veins. She didn't turn around. Her eyes flew up to meet mine in the mirror. And that slow, gentle smile once again danced across her full lips. I was against her before the door closed, my front melded seamlessly into her back. With my beck I was able to explore her neck, taking in her lofty scent. My lips made a map of her collar, chin, and ears. A slight gasp of approval sang through her teeth and soon her right hand was pulled back, tugging on the hair at the back of my head, inviting stronger, more forceful action. My hands met her hips and my fingers walked her pant line. Her deep breaths pushed her chest forward, begging to be discovered, dying to be touched. I stroked her breasts, eliciting more quiet whimpers of want. I bypassed the barrier of her flimsy shirt, working my way under her thin bra. Her ass rocked in sync with my hips as she pulled me into her in a smooth staccato melody. The shirt was on the ground. It was quickly joined by her bra. There she stood, topless and on fire. Her deep, dark skin glistened in the dim overhead lighting. Her eyes once again met mine in the reflection. Her mouth didn't move, but her eyes spoke volumes. My hands moved on to the next stage of their careful work. The buttons on her jeans broke away with much anticipated ease. She held her breath as I slid her pants down her thighs, exposing her beautiful posterior. A few dancer's steps and her jeans were no longer an issue. The swaying of our hips grew more intense and the barriers between our burning flesh became fewer. My tongue traced a line down the back of her neck, through her shoulders, and eventually settling on her lower back. On my knees, I robbed her of her last line of defense. She was completely disarmed. The heat generated by her rampant desire stirred in my chest and blossomed hot embers in my blood. My pants were just as easily lost as hers. Soon my clothes were piled upon hers and nothing stood between us except the frantic nuances of the act we so dearly burned to complete. In one swift motion I pulled her right leg up onto the sink and spread her left to the outside of my step. Her back curved eloquently, pointing her business end in a suitable arc. Our need had become so hefty that much coaxing was unnecessary. Bracing myself with one hand cupping a shoulder and another holding a hip, I slowly entered. The warmth of the room increased three-fold. Desperate gasps of desire and excitement escape two mouths. The initial, overpowering feeling of the first thrust caught me off-guard, and I stood motionless inside her for a few delicate moments, unable to convince my knees to hold my wait. But my strength and conviction were reborn with a vengeance when she rested her head back against my neck, close to my ear, close enough to hear her parted breathing. Slowly I rocked myself into her, pulling liberally on her hips, while maintaining a firm grip on her right shoulder for leverage. As the pace and power increased, her soft mutterings became heavier. With each thrust came a thrilling cry. With each cry came a harder thrust. Our bodies seemed to melt together, frosting the mirror with a light fog. I pushed and pulled, deeper and harder, barely able to comprehend the lustrous beauty of her skin and the gentle curves that it carried. We were nearly screaming now. The force of each push rocked the sink, but the foundation was sturdy. Using the inertia of a particularly forceful thrust, she threw both her arms around my neck, again bringing her lips to my neck. She kissed and she chewed and she drew her nails across my back. With eyes closed I laid into her with all my soul, cupping her perfect breasts and stroking her dazzling posterior. I could barely breathe. Her moans rose in frequency and timber. I responded appropriately, driving home as quickly as I was able. A sudden dramatic increase in volume told me I was close and I gave her my all. She screamed and she contorted. She tore at my back and she pulled me even deeper. And then her panted breaths slowed down. She leaned forward, throwing her wait onto the sink, allowing me a perfect view of the work I had just completed, the prize I had attained. A tiny giggle erupted from her burning lungs and I knew a smile followed. Before our eyes could meet in confirmation of our connection, the daydream was blown away by the changing of red to green. The Works Andrea and Mitch were enjoying their first real vacation since their honeymoon. It was late afternoon when they began to walk back from the beach, hand in hand. Mitch had a knapsack slung over one bare, sunburnt shoulder. He would blame married life and his desk-job for his complexion and physique before taking personal responsibility. He wasn't terribly out of shape, just a little thicker and a loss of the definition he'd had in college. He knew it would only get worse as they got older, but he wasn't too concerned at the moment. "At least I've still got my hair!" He would say to himself. His father had gone bald early, and many of his friends' hair was thinning already. Having a head of thick, curly black hair made him feel younger than he was. Or at least younger than his peers, which was enough for him. Andrea walked gracefully, barefoot, beside him in her modest bikini and sarong. She preferred to dress for comfort, and lacked the self-confidence to wear anything more revealing. Despite this, Mitch had managed to convince her to sunbathe topless in the relative privacy of the windscreen that curved around behind their beach chairs. Even though there was no chance anyone saw them - the beach was all but deserted - she blushed at the thought of it. At the same time, she felt a rush of excitement. Her pulse quickened and a shiver rippled through her body, leaving her momentarily lightheaded. "You okay?" Mitch asked, noticing a change in her step. Andrea smiled in return. Mitch loved that smile; so bright and full. He never understood why she was so self-conscious. He, along with pretty much everyone else they met, thought she was beautiful. Especially on the rare occasions when she got dressed up. Though even without any outside assistance, there was only so much she could do to disguise her firm, full breasts and hips. She epitomized the hourglass figure. Topped with golden-blonde hair that shone like fire in the sun, it was hard not to notice her. "I'm great." she replied after a brief pause. "Except maybe a little sad to be leaving tomorrow." He nodded. "Hey, do you want to check out the resort shops on the way back to the room? That's one place we haven't explored yet." She smiled again. "Sure, why not!" *** As the couple strolled through the handful of shops, looking through the trinkets and souvenirs, the shopkeepers would offer them tea and conversation. At first, they were a bit unsure and reserved, but they soon warmed up to the custom and readily accepted the offers as they went. A group of young men greeted them as they left a shop full of artwork. They stood casually in front of the shop across the street brandishing cigarettes and smiles. After exchanging the typical small talk, a handsome, athletic man wearing a thin cotton shirt and loose linen pants took a step closer. "Beautiful lady," he reached an arm around her waist and gestured toward the shop, "How would you like a manicure or pedicure?" He noticed Mitch's gaze, and responded with what must have been an often repeated script. "Men are welcome too! It's okay!" He firmly slapped a friendly hand on Mitch's shoulder and winked as he spoke. Mitch and Andrea both chuckled a bit. Though she had jumped a bit at the man's touch and wanted to shy away from his forwardness, she awkwardly stood her ground. "Nah, I'm good." Mitch replied with dismissive wave and snort. "You should go, though." He added to Andrea, almost an afterthought. Her husband's suggestion caught her off guard, and she gave him a confused glance. "No, it's alright." she replied, hoping he would take the hint and that the man would release her from his grip. She had become aware that the man's hand was high on her waist, which put his fingers uncomfortably close to her breast. Yet, she didn't want to seem rude and pull away. "Oh, come on." Mitch urged her gently. "It's our last day, and you deserve all the pampering you can get before we leave." "Yes!" The young man from the salon injected himself back into the conversation. "Your husband is a wise and caring man! Let us do all the work while you sit back and relax. Since it is your last day, we will give you The Works!" Andrea arched an eyebrow and gave Mitch a knowing look and slight head tilt before turning back to the man. "Oh yeah? How much?" She asked, preparing for the customary haggling. "For you, beautiful lady, thirty euro. We will give you: manicure, pedicure, massage, and facial." He emphatically counted out each service on his fingers as he listed them. Andrea arched her brows. It actually sounded like a decent deal. "Hmmm..." Mitch pondered aloud. "Thirty's a little steep. How about twenty?" The man smiled in return. "Twenty-five. And for you, my friend, we will close the store and your wife will have our undivided attention. No interruptions; just relaxing peace and quiet while a handful of men cater to her every desire. She will be treated like the princess she is." After this last, she noticed the man's eyes quickly slide up and down her body. Mitch hadn't noticed, though. "For five more euros, I will have champagne and fresh fruit brought to her." Mitch smiled and shook the man's hand. "Deal!" As he dug out his wallet, he looked to Andrea, who stared at him somewhat disbelieving. "Have a nice time, honey! I'll swing back around in an hour or so." He paid the man, gave her a peck on the cheek, and then wandered away before she could figure out what to say. "Right this way." The man led her inside with a gentle touch to her lower back. The air in the salon was heavy with incense. It was dimly lit with richly colored tapestries and fabrics covering the walls and floor. A quiet, relaxing melody snaked its way through the room from some unseen speaker system. "I am Asim." The man they had spoken to introduced himself as he handed her a thick, white cotton robe. "You may change over here." He gestured to a partition in the corner. "When you are ready, please come." He left her standing, holding the robe, and returned to his coworkers across the room. They smiled and talked among themselves as they prepared their workspace. She looked down at the robe and realized, bashfully, that she was still in her bikini and didn't have any other clothing with her. She also realized that she had no money. Even though Mitch had already paid them, she wouldn't be able to pay any gratuity. Mitch did say that he'd come back to meet her, so she supposed he could pay them then. She stepped behind the partition. There was a small wooden chair, and a hook on the wall with a clothes hanger dangling from it. She considered just putting the robe on over her bikini, but she remembered the thrill she got from her earlier topless sunbathing, and decided to take it off. She untied the sarong and folded it neatly on the chair. Her heart began to pound harder as she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra clasp, releasing her breasts and letting the bra slide down her arms and onto the chair. She would be able to relax better without that on, she told herself. But her erect nipples betrayed her excitement. After a brief moment of consideration, she hooked her fingers in the waist of her bottoms and slid them down her legs, bending at the waist. As she stepped out of them she could feel her cheeks burning. Andrea tossed the panties atop her other clothes on the chair, and stood for a moment, completely naked, with only a flimsy partition of wood and fabric between her and five men. She ran her fingertips from her hips up, over her breasts, to her shoulders and back down before sliding her arms into the robe. She pulled it closed and tied it with a firm, single overhand knot. With a deep breath, she stepped out from the partition and toward the five waiting men. They had finished their preparations, and were all looking in her direction. Asim smiled and gestured to a padded armchair with a footrest. "Champagne?" He offered as she sat. She smiled and accepted, hoping it might help calm her nerves. After a long drink, she set the champagne flute down on a tray next to the table that also had a plate of fresh fruit. "Please," Asim gestured again, "help yourself." As she bit into a strawberry she was aware of all of the men's eyes on her, and felt a bit like she was on stage. She decided to put the fruit aside for now, and have another sip of her champagne, which had been refilled when she wasn't paying attention. "Ready to begin?" Asim asked patiently as Andrea drained the remaining champagne. She smiled and nodded. After selecting her nail polish colors, she reclined back in the chair and let the men begin their work. Asim stood behind her chair with his hands on her shoulders. "Relax." His voice was soft, yet firm. "You are on vacation, after all." The men to her sides took her hands and began clipping, filing, and polishing her nails, while the other two did the same at her feet. With her hands and feet lifted, it almost felt as if she were floating in the sea again. It wasn't until several minutes had passed, and one of the men shifted her foot, that she became suddenly intensely conscious of the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under the robe. The hem came almost to her knee, and she wondered how much the men working on her feet could see. Andrea felt her face flush as a tingle ran from between her legs up her spine. She tried to nonchalantly push her knees together without the men noticing, but wasn't able to move them much. Besides, the thought of those men seeing her was more than a bit of a turn-on. She had waxed for the vacation, and (now that the pain had passed) felt extra sexy and wondered if, on some level, she wanted to show of. They probably couldn't see much, she reassured herself, but just the possibility of them seeing anything at all unexpectedly excited her. Andrea's heart continued to pound while they finished their work. Asim had been massaging her neck and shoulders the entire time. As he massaged, the thick robe gradually loosened. He slowly encouraged it farther and farther off of her shoulders, a few millimeters at a time. First loosening around the base of her neck. Then exposing her collarbone , and eventually her shoulders. His hands were warm as he pressed them firmly into her now-exposed skin. She could feel the fabric of the robe rubbing against her nipples, which were rock hard at this point. When they had finished, she was given a few minutes to have more champagne and fruit. Again she focused more on the champagne, draining two more glasses while the nail polish dried. During this time, she noticed that the knot on her robe had loosened, and it was falling open a bit. But it was pretty much just around her shoulders, where Asim was massaging. Rather than adjusting, she decided to leave it be and take the risk. As she finished her glass of champagne, Asim asked, "Are you ready to continue?". She nodded, and Asim gently pulled back on her shoulders, further reclining the chair and easing her head into a more relaxed position. Then, he covered her eyes with cucumber slices. He resumed his slow, gentle massage of her bare shoulders, fingers reaching ever-so-slightly farther with each pass. While he did this, the other men resumed their posts at her hands and feet, but were now massaging, rather than filing and painting. Their fingers worked into her arches and palms, moving slowly up to forearms and calves. She barely noticed her knees being slowly pulled further apart as the men massaging her legs. This, combined with her more relaxed posture now gave the men a clear view up her robe, which they drank in hungrily as they gently rubbed her smooth legs. It wasn't until she felt a slight draft that she realized how exposed she had become. Her face burned, but as before, she found she was more excited than embarrassed. At the same time, the men massaging her arms were reaching up her sleeves to her upper arms. Gently they stroked from her shoulder to her forearm. While they did this, her hands rested limply on their laps. She could feel their hot, hard shafts beneath the thin fabric of their pants. While she was thinking about the show she was giving the men at her feet, she absentmindedly rubbed her thumbs slowly back and forth along the bulges beneath her fingers. Asim watched her as the robe opened farther and farther. He could see her breathing getting deeper and faster, and feel her racing pulse under his fingers. He smiled to the other men while he switched from massaging to gently caressing. By this point his fingers had nearly reached her nipples, and he began to trace the curve of her breasts before returning up to her shoulders. On their next round-trip, his fingers gently lifted the lapels of the robe, which had loosened to the point where it seemed her nipples were the only thing keeping it from slipping completely open. Ever so slowly, he leaned forward and slid the robe aside, fully exposing her firm breasts and perfect, pink nipples. Leaning over her had put Asim's clothed cock centimeters from her face. Her eyes were covered, but she could feel the heat radiating from him and smell his musk. Her lips parted slightly and she gasped as he caressed lightly around her nipples, circling out to trace the entire curve of her breasts before running his fingers all the way up her neck, where he gently massaged her jaw. The men at her legs had worked them even farther apart, and had been massaging farther and farther up, now tracing their fingers lightly along her upper thighs, coming ever closer to her soaking wet, and completely exposed, pussy. All of her fingers were now involved in massaging the other two men's cocks, who no longer massaged her arms, but gently caressed her exposed breasts and teased her nipples. She was losing the ability to control her breathing, which became shallower and more erratic. Occasionally a quiet squeak would slip out. Anticipation sent shivers through her body, and she had to fight the urge to writhe on the table. The men at her feet were now grazing the glistening, pink lips of her pussy and it was driving her mad. Asim had a hand on either side of her head and gently massaged her jaw as her breathing increased in intensity. His scent washed over her again like a drug, heightening her desire. She felt him caress her lips, and knew it wasn't his fingers. At the same time, she suddenly felt a hot, moist tongue press against her slit. She arched her back and opened her mouth, letting out an unintentional moan of pleasure. At the same time, she took Asim willingly into her mouth. Her next moan buzzed around his cock, and he grunted in approval. The men at her breasts were unabashedly fondling handfuls of firm tit with one hand, while their other hand pulled away their pants so that Andrea now had hot flesh in each hand. Dropping all pretenses, she stroked all the way up and down their cocks, while she rolled Asim's in her mouth and one of the other men alternated between licking circles around her clit and the full length of her pussy. Andrea no longer tried to suppress her gasps and moans, and writhed uncontrollably in the chair as the men groped, licked, and caressed what felt like every inch of her body. The man at her pussy was relentless, and she felt herself getting ready to cum when he suddenly backed away. She moaned desperately around Asim's cock while tugging vigorously at the men next to her. Asim pulled out of her mouth, and whispered in her ear, "Is there something else you want me to do for you?" Andrea bit her lip and nodded in reply. A sudden shiver rolled over her like a wave as she felt a tongue flick momentarily across her clit. "What do you want?" Asim's voice was still in her ear, but she could tell he had moved and was now standing between her legs. Andrea opened her mouth to reply, but it was lost in a sharp intake of breath as she felt the head of his bare cock sliding against her waiting pussy lips. "Oh...God..." she whispered. Asim continued sliding his cock along her slit and smiling as he watched her writhe. The heat of his bare skin against hers made her want him more. He allowed the tip to slip inside just a bit and she gasped again, arching and sending a jiggle through her tits. "Please..." she whispered, whining. "Please..." she pleaded again between gasping breaths. Asim patiently ran the entire length of his shaft along the outside of her pussy, coating it in her wetness. "Jesus..." she gasped. Asim leaned in again as he massaged her with the head of his cock. "Tell me what you want." Andrea couldn't bear it any more. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her as she thrust her hips forward. "Fuck me." she gasped. "Oh God, please fuck me!" Asim allowed her to take him inside of her, savoring every inch as he slowly slid inside of her. She arched her back again and was moaning uncontrollably while he pressed into her. He swirled his hips, pressing deeply into her, massaging her from the inside. She came almost immediately. Her muscles contracted and her legs held him to her like iron bands. At the same time, the other men exploded onto her chest, sending thick white drops slapping onto her quivering breasts. She realized that the other two men who had been by her feet had moved to her head, when, a brief moment later, they came on her face. She gasped for breath as the shockwaves of her orgasm rippled through her. She felt Asim pull out, but it was a few minutes before she was able to move again. When she finally opened her eyes and sat up, all the men had left, and she was by herself. On the table next to her was a card with a picture of a red rose and the words Thanks, Come Again on the front. Inside it read, The robe is yours to keep. Think of us every time you wear it. The Works Course This is the story of my first gangbang and the making of a slut whilst I was away on a works course. The week I was away changed my outlook and attitude on sex, showing my husband and me what we had been missing out on. It all started on the second night, the first night had been pretty boring sat in my room reading, so the second night I decided to go down to the bar for a drink. After about half an hour, two men came over and started to chat to me, they introduced themselves as Dave and Mick. I did not mind the company, as sitting on your own isn't very exciting. They brought some drinks and we talked for awhile. As the drinks kept coming I began to loosen up and the talk was getting a lot more suggestive, with them telling me I had a nice body, and was I wearing stockings, and was I wearing any underwear. I don't know if it was the drink talking, or I just wanted it but I said if they wanted to know they would have to find out themselves. Dave put his hand on my leg and began to slide it up towards my stocking tops and then to my thong. I opened my legs and he inserted a finger into my already moist cunt. He said to Mick that I was already soaking wet and was dying for a good shagging, all the time he was moving his fingers in and out, and rubbing my clit. I had to bite my lip to stop myself crying out when I came. We got up from the table and went to the elevator, once in their hands were all over me, the top of my dress was pulled down freeing my tits which Dave went to work on with his mouth, whilst Mick pulled the bottom of my dress up to my waist and was fingering my smooth shaven cunt. Everything was on view to anybody if the doors opened. The elevator stopped at another floor and the doors opened to two dumbstruck men looking at us with their mouths open, watching me with my tits, stockings, ass and cunt on show being frigged and groped by two men. The doors closed again without them getting in (their bad luck), and by the time we had got to our floor they had got my dress and thong off leaving me in just my black stockings, suspenders, and high heels, and they were mauling my body all the way to my room. Once inside they soon stripped off and really went to work on me. Dave went down on me and soon had me cumming with his tongue that was teasing my clit and probing inside. Mick was playing with my tits and biting my nipples making them stand up large. I was begging them to fuck me and soon had my wish granted as a large cock was rammed up my wet juicy cunt, then another being offered to my lips which I licked and sucked all round the bell end then the shaft and his balls, finally taken all his cock in and sucking hard until he shot his load deep into my throat, then pulling out and shooting his second load over my lips and face. All they while Dave was fucking me hard right to the hilt, stretching my cunt wide with his large cock until he came, jet after jet of hot cum deep in my cunt. I then took his cock in my mouth and sucked him clean tasting his cum mixed with my own love juices. This went on most of the night with them taking it in turns to shag me either end or wanking over my tits and face. By the morning we were all tired out, how I kept awake during the lectures that day I don't know. I had an early night that day, but had arranged to meet them in the bar the following evening. I tarted myself up and went down. They where waiting for me with a couple of mates of theirs who they introduced. I could tell by the way they were looking at me that Dave and Mick had told them what had happened and what a right slut I was and a good fuck. We sat at a table and had a few drinks, but I knew what they really wanted, and it wasn't long before Mick slid his hand under the table and my dress up towards my stocking tops. He gave a large smile when he discovered I wasn't wearing any panties and told the others, ready for action said Dave, and I moaned yes as Mick had several fingers in me frigging me to an orgasm. We all decided it was about time we went up to their room and made our way to the elevator, this time when we were in there was no lifting my dress up they just took it straight off leaving me in just my black stockings, suspenders, and high heels. I was pushed down onto my knees and Dave told me to get one of the other men’s cocks out and suck it, which I did. I was well into it when the doors opened, this time there was a man and a woman. The woman said it looked as if I was having a good time and they both entered the lift. I carried on cock sucking while the others were playing with my ass and tits and fingering my cunt. The woman said she was enjoying watching me getting all this attention, and had always wanted to watch a woman get well and truly fucked. Dave and Mick said they were welcome to join us, so they did. When we were all in the hotel room, the rest of them stripped off. The women said she was not into gangbangs herself but wanted to watch and play with herself, and to get things going she wanted to perform with me first. All the men naturally thought this a good idea. She stripped off and came over and kissed me pushing her tongue into my mouth and rubbing my clit, she the kissed and bite my breasts and nipples, then on down to my shaven pussy. She ran her tongue up and down my cuntlips, teased my clit, and probed inside, I was soon cumming on her face. She first used her fingers, then a large vibrator she had in her handbag making me moan with pleasure as she fucked me with this giant artificial cock, as I kept cumming over and over again. I did the same for her, and she loved having her nipples sucked and bitten making her cry out. After our performance had finished she sat back and told the men to go to work on me. They took hold of me and started to use me, she was urging them on while she wanked herself with the vibrator, telling them to fuck me good, calling me a slut, a dirty bitch, and a slag which only turned me and the men on more. I was fucked over and over again, one minuet I was on all fours getting cock from both ends, next I was sat astride one of them with cocks in both my hands shooting their cum over my face and dribbling down onto my tits, other times sucking three cocks one after the other while I rode another guy, my cunt filled with his hard cock. I was fucked well into the night in about every position you could think off, with the final being my entry into anal sex with a cock up my cunt, one in my mouth, and one up my ass, the other two wanked over my face, them cumming one after another and showering me and filling all my holes with their hot sticky cum. The women said she had never seen anything so erotic and sexy ever, and thought It was some performance. She came over and kissed me and rubbed the cum into my body massaging my tits and pinching my nipples. She stuck a few fingers up my dripping cunt and then pulled them out, her fingers covered with the warm cum of all the men which we both then hungrily licked off. She said here's something to remember the night by for a while (like I could forget) and gave me a love bite on my breast, then told the men to. I had bites on my tits, insides of my thighs, the shaven part of my cunt, and on my ass cheeks showing just how I had been used that night. I had one more session with Dave and Mick and his mates on the last night when we went out to a restaurant for a meal. They were all taken it in turns to finger my cunt under the table, as I wasn't wearing any underwear again. After the meal on the way back to the hotel they took me down this alleyway, stripped me and took it in turns using me, fucking my cunt, ass and mouth repeatedly. I was loving it telling them to shag me hard, treat me like some whore they had picked up and taken down this alleyway. A couple of tramps that were dosing down in the alley couldn't of believed there eyes and were wanking whilst watching me there naked being fucked legless by a group of men. After we had finished I walked passed them still naked with cum running out of my holes and down my legs, I stopped by them and said did they want a closer look at my body, the guys said give them a treat and let them have a feel of my ass, tits, and cum sodden cunt, they rubbed there hands over my cunt and one of them inserted three of his fingers in me and frigged me to a climax, while the other was squeezing my ass and tits. The men were cheering them on. “Go on let them fuck you,” one of the guys shouted. So I let these two down and outs lay me down on the alley floor and both fuck my cunt, and ass and bite and slobber on my tits. They couldn’t of had sex for a long time as both of them really pounded me into that dirty alley floor. After they had both cum in me I put my dress back on and we went back to the hotel for a final night of long hard sex. The next day I went home. I told my husband what had happened during the week away when he noticed the bites on me later on when we were having a good shag, and he told me his fantasy was to see me gangbanged, he said it was just what he would like to have seen and was pissed that he hadn't been there. That came true on the holiday in the story Holiday Park Slut that my husband wrote not long after the week's course, and several times since. Well, that is the story of my work course, and how I got a liking for gangbangs. Comments to Kathy at the link below. The Workshop About two years ago, while working for the space agency, I was sent to a one week training/workshop in Huntsville, Alabama. I stayed at a hotel within walking distance of the Marshall Space Flight Center, where the workshop was to be held. There were about 75 people there, composed primarily of engineers, technicians, research scientists, a few administrators, and some military personnel. We were told beforehand we could bring our spouses along, but more than half the attendees came alone. My husband was off on one of his wildlife excursions out west in Yellowstone, so I went by myself. It was a grueling week, to say the least. Every evening I, and most everyone else, was exhausted having had to practice using flight simulators, the zero g aqua tank, etc. Socialization was limited to a few drinks in the hotel bar in the evening, but we got to know each other quite well. The ratio of men to women, especially among the engineers and scientists, is about 8:1, so I was "one of the boys" most of the time. There were some spouses at these evening gatherings, but they tended to leave early. Most of the other engineers and scientists were the stereotypical nerd type, although a few did loosen up after a few beers. You know the type, their favorite show was Star Trek, favorite movie Star Wars, that kind of thing. I liked them anyway. The military types were a bit anal retentive, except for the pilots; they were a lot more fun, and usually pretty good looking. I received several dinner invitations at the end of each day, and I found myself sharing my evening meals with small groups of men. This worked out fine for me, as I didn't have to offend anyone by refusing to accept their offer. I don't think I bought myself more than one drink the whole week, as I was constantly being handed refills by my gracious colleagues. By evening's end, we were all so tired, we dragged ourselves back to our rooms, completed our homework assignments, then fell asleep. A few of the men occasionally offered me a nightcap in their rooms, but I politely refused. By the end of the week we were glad it was over, having come up with some innovative ideas that might just work. Management surprised us with an invitation to a formal dinner party in the hotel ballroom. Some people knew about this in advance, and had brought the appropriate attire. I was not one of those people, so all I had was jeans, shorts, tee shirts and tank tops, and a bathing suit; typical Cat attire. I asked the hotel concierge if there were any higher end women's clothing stores close by. He said there were, and he offered to have one of his bellhops take me to them. The spouse of one pilot, a cute little blond about 20-something (I was jealous!) also needed an evening dress, so we both went in search of something to wear. We only had about 4 hours, so it was not a typical shopping trip for either one of us. Fortunately we found a small shop that had an impressive selection of dresses (in Huntsville? who would've thought!) and a hair stylist right next door. I won't bore you with the details; suffice it to say we both came back to the hotel looking like high class arm candy (or maybe high class hookers?). My new friend, Candy, and I both bought long, slinky dresses, very low cut in the front, exposing the navel actually. The back was open down to the crack of our asses. Hers was black and mine was white. Candy is almost as busty as me, and she looked fantastic! I wanted to wear black as well, but the only thing they had in my size was the exact same dress Candy bought, so I couldn't do that. We also both bought some new thong underwear; after all, we didn't want panty lines showing, right? Neither dress would accommodate a bra, but that was okay with me. Candy was a little nervous about it, especially about what her husband was going to say, but I told her not to worry. He was going to love it! Dinner was wonderful, we had a choice of lobster or steak, and the bar was free. They even found a band, sort of a Lynrd Skynrd type group, and they were actually pretty good. Candy and I sat at the same table, along with her husband and five other military pilots. We had a great time, and we all got seriously plastered. I've never danced so much in my life; well maybe when I was in college. Candy and I got lots of attention and long stares, much to the chagrin of her husband. At one point, while we were seated at the table, I noticed when Candy would lean a certain way to talk or listen to someone, the front of her dress would spread open just enough to expose most of her breast. I was even able to see her nipples most of the time. I glanced down at my own chest and realized my dress was doing the same thing. I had been wondering why I was getting more lingering stares from the men than usual. Fortunately we were both into topless sunbathing, so neither one of us had tan lines above the waist. When Candy caught her husband staring at my cleavage, she glared at him, and he became all humble and kept quiet about his friends talking to her. I saw some of his buddies dancing with her, and every now and then a hand would stray towards her butt. I'm sure I saw the top of her butt crack showing, especially when she bent forward a little. It didn't look to me like Candy was concerned about it, in fact, it looked like she was dancing awfully close to her partners and was grinding against one or two of them. At the end of the function, after all the self-important administrators and political types gave boring speeches, a bunch of us were still wired up and ready to continue the party. After all, we suffered through a week of pain and torture, and were now ready to finish unwinding! The hotel management said they needed to clean the ballroom for a morning function, but we were welcome to use the hotel bar and pool deck to continue our party. Even though the drinks were no longer free, that didn't stop anybody. The bartender was due to get off work at midnight, but he volunteered to stay as long as we needed him. Besides, he was making great tips, more than he usually makes in a month. Candy and I didn't pay for anything, and after awhile, I noticed her husband passed out on a couch in the bar. We continued to dance and party, and there was a lot of flirting and sexual innuendo taking place. The guys got bolder, and Candy and I got more suggestive. I felt many a hand slip inside the back of my dress and all over my ass. The bar was smaller than the ballroom, so with all the warm bodies in there breathing and drinking and dancing, someone suggested we move out onto the pool deck. Everyone agreed, and the party moved outdoors. It was a beautiful spring evening in Alabama, about 72 degrees and very little humidity. I had been getting a little warm inside anyway, even though the dress I was wearing didn't cover much skin. The guys had all lost their jackets and ties, and a few even unbuttoned their shirts or removed them completely. The only thing Candy and I had taken off were our shoes, as we had little else to choose from. By now, some of the guys were getting touchy feely; soon Candy and I had an arm around our shoulders or waist almost constantly. There were a few other women still there, but they remained much more reserved and quiet. We were down to about 20 or 30 people now, including me and Candy. The rest had gone off to bed. It was after midnight, and we were a little noisy. The hotel night manager had asked us a couple of times to keep the noise down, as some other hotel guests were starting to complain. We tried for awhile, but when you're drunk, you don't realize how noisy you have become. The guys were becoming bolder, complimenting us on our dresses, our figures, etc. One of the guys said he was going to skinny dip in the pool, and invited the rest of us to join him. He stripped down to his boxers (chicken!) and jumped in. A couple other guys did the same, and one brave soul actually took it all off. Candy and I looked at each other and thought the same thing: 10 guys, two girls? Hmm, very uneven odds. Then one of the stuck-up ladies surprised us and actually said, what the hell, and stripped down to her bra and panties and jumped in. A couple more guys stripped naked and jumped in, so now we had 12 guys and three girls, a little better. While we were debating, four guys got out of the pool and approached us, evil smiles on their faces. They said they were going to help us decide by throwing us in. At that point I said, no way, not with these dresses on. When they each grabbed an arm, I told them the dresses cost us $500 each, and I was not going to ruin mine in chlorinated pool water. Candy looked at me and said she wanted to jump in, so I abdicated. I told the four guys still holding us to get back in the pool and enjoy the show from there. They jumped back in and we began removing our dresses. Of course, the guys shouted and whistled, so Candy and I made a little show of it, removing each strap slowly, holding the top up with our hands over our breasts, etc. Finally I let my dress drop to the ground and stepped out of it, and Candy did the same. A few of the guys whistled, and I heard a "Wow" or two. Now here we were, standing there wearing only a thong and a smile, so I took my time folding my dress over a chair so it wouldn't get wrinkled or wet. Four perky nipples were poking out from the cool air and the thrill of exhibitionism. Candy and I ran to the deep end and jumped in, and the water felt wonderful! I was still hot from the stale barroom air and the alcohol; now I felt refreshed. There were 15 of us in a rather oversized pool, so I began swimming around and chatting with the boys. The drinks were still flowing and after an initial sobering up from the cool water, I started to feel the effects of the alcohol again, and so did everyone else. Candy was talking to some of her husband's friends (he was still passed out in the bar) and I was leaning against the pool wall in the shallow end talking to about five guys standing in a semicircle around me. I had noticed all the guys had removed their shorts, and even though it was a little dark, I could see floating penises of all sizes under the water's surface. My breasts were floating just at the surface, and my nipples were exposed. In our drunken state, we decided to play Marco Polo; remember that when you were a kid? One person is "it", and with their eyes closed, must try and find the other players. Everyone in the pool joined in and soon we were all sloshing around trying to tag each other. I got tagged a lot on my tits and ass, but I managed to grab a few penises and yanked, just for fun. We played for awhile, but it got too noisy, so we had to stop. One of the guys came up behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug, saying I looked pretty strong. He had his arms over my breasts, squashing them down, and I could feel a hard-on poking my ass. Two other guys grabbed my legs and tried to hold me immobile. The guys holding my legs asked why I still had my underwear on, when no one else did, and proceeded to remove them for me. Now I was bare-assed naked! Three other guys took the hint and grabbed Candy in the same manner, also removing her thong. Now I'm all for fun and games, but I have spent most of my life competing with men, including three brothers, so I wasn't about to be pinned helpless. I reached behind me and grabbed the guy mauling my tits by the neck, and held him in a headlock. The guys holding my ankles started to laugh, so when they accidentally loosened their grip, I karate kicked one in his chest, and he let go. The other guy was so startled, he let go also, and I wrapped my legs around his neck and squeezed. He was enjoying a full bald beaver shot until he realized I was serious. The guy behind me lost his footing, but I still had him in a choke hold. He was laughing, and now so was I, so when he said uncle, I let go. Unfortunately, with my legs still around the neck of the other guy, my head went under, and I started to choke on the pool water. I released my leg grip, and one of the guys grabbed me and pulled me up so I could breathe. That was enough of that so we all sat on the pool steps, completely exhausted. My tits and ass had been fondled and squeezed, and I think a finger or two made their way into my twat. Actually, I had enjoyed it, as my fantasy of being gang banged by a group of men was coming to mind. Looking over at Candy, she was kissing one guy and another was standing behind her running his hands up and down her back and ass. A third was playing with one of her tits, and he began kissing and suckling her nipple. The guy behind her moved up close to her back, and he must have started fucking her, because he was thrusting back and forth. The guy kissing her sat up on the edge of the pool, and she started giving him head! The third guy was now trying to get one of her big tits completely in his mouth. I was surprised by Candy, she's actually very talented and erotic. My guys were just staring at this scene, one on each side of me, and one in front. I was getting horny watching Candy, so I grabbed an underwater penis in each hand and started stroking. The guy in front of me leaned back, placing the back of his head in my crotch. He turned around to face me and Miss Kitty was right there to greet him. He stuck his tongue out and tentatively began licking my outer pussy lips. The guys on either side of me were each playing with a tit, and it sure felt good. Soon they were sucking my tits in unison. Meanwhile, Candy was still going strong, her guys switching positions. The guy with his face in my crotch was eating me in earnest, and I orgasmed several times. My double handjob was having its desired effect also; first one, then the other moaned and came underwater, their little stringy semen floating all around. The guy with his face buried in my crotch looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. Aww, his little guy wanted some attention too! My other two friends had gotten out of the pool, and were laying on the deck in a post orgasmic daze. I told Mr. Kitty Licker to sit up on the edge of the pool, which he did. He had a nice cock, not too big, not too small. Just right for Mama Cat. I got between his legs and held his magnificent prick in my hand. I turned it first to one side, then the other, admiring its shape. Not one imperfection I could see. However, I felt it was my duty to continue with a more thorough examination, so I used my other hand to massage his balls, gently rolling them around. I lifted his penis up so I could see better. Yep, perfect balls to match a perfect cock. I planted a gentle kiss first on one, then the other nut. Then, using my tongue, I bathed both balls with my saliva, taking them into my mouth one at a time. He was moaning softly, apparently enjoying my ministrations. His cock was now rock hard, and I was slowly stroking it up and down. I'm sure he wasn't too far from ejaculating. Before he could however, I tilted his prick back towards my mouth, then I lowered my head onto the tip, taking him in about half way. I sealed my lips around the shaft, then began sucking him in earnest. I was bobbing my head up and down, still maintaining my grip on the lower half of his cock, jerking him at the same time. He continued to moan and started slowly thrusting his hips forward, attempting to get his penis further into my mouth. While this was going on, I suddenly felt a hand on my butt, and a finger was running along the crack of my ass. Then, with a hand on each cheek, my secret backdoor admirer spread my ass apart, and I felt a tongue enter my anus. Someone was reaming my ass! It took me by surprise, but it didn't distract me from the blowjob I was giving at the other end. My new friend continued to lick my asshole, then I felt a finger slide in. Now I was getting finger-fucked in the ass by a stranger. I started thrusting my hips back, trying to get the stranger's digit in deeper. I was sucking my other friend's cock in earnest, my head bobbing faster and faster. He had his hand on the back of my head, and was lightly pushing it down onto his crotch. When the finger in my ass came out, and I didn't feel anything else, I was a bit disappointed. But not for long. I then felt something larger knocking at my backdoor, and realized he was now going to attempt penile penetration of my rectum. I braced myself; I stopped sucking the cock in front of me for fear of biting down, then my unknown friend pushed forward, and his cock slid slowly into my ass. It hurt at first, but just for a second. He was very thoughtful actually, he just left it in about half way and didn't move until my sphincter muscles relaxed, then he started pumping slowly. Just as I was about to put my front man's penis back in my mouth, he ejaculated, no warning at all! It shot right on the bridge of my nose, on my forehead, in my hair. I managed to get him back in my mouth and caught the rest of his sperm shooting down my throat. I swallowed fast, and got it all. I continued to stroke him until we got all the semen out, then he just lay back on the pool deck, like his buddies. Now I was free to concentrate on my rear man's attentions. He was still thrusting slowly, and I held onto the edge of the pool, my legs spread wide, and just enjoyed the sensation. The pool water was sloshing around, and some must have gotten into my ass, but I think it was helping to keep me lubricated. Having a cock in my butt didn't hurt at all, at least not while I was in a body of water. It wasn't too much longer before rear man was ready to cum, so with a couple of hard, fast thrusts, I felt him hosing down my insides, filling me with a mixture of sperm and water. He stopped moving his hips, but I could still feel his penis spasming inside me. It was certainly a new sensation for me. When he pulled out, I turned around to see my new lover. It was Candy's husband! Apparently he had woken up from his drunken slumber and wandered out to the pool deck to see what was going on. He told me later when he saw his wife getting gang-banged by three of his buddies, he almost went into a rage. Then he saw me giving head to another one of his friends, so he decided join in on the fun. He took his clothes off, slipped quietly into the pool, snuck up behind me, and began playing with my ass. Things might have gotten even more interesting, except just at that moment, two police officers showed up on the pool deck, taking in the whole scene. They explained they had received numerous noise complaints, as well as possible lewd and lascivious acts being committed, and were there to investigate. Oh my god, we're going to get arrested, I thought. But these cops were older, more experienced, and they just shook their heads and advised us the party was over, and to take it back to our rooms if we wanted to continue. They said if we left immediately, no one would get arrested, and that was enough for me. I got out of the pool, wrapped a hotel towel around myself, kissed all my new friends goodnight, and went up to my room (alone) and fell sound asleep. I have continued to maintain a close friendship with Candy and her husband; unfortunately he got reassigned to an air base in the Marshall Islands. I haven't seen them in two years, but we keep in touch by email. I flew home the next morning, with a smile on my face, despite a throbbing headache. I was seriously looking forward to my next out-of-town workshop. * This story is another one of my true adventures; this one took place almost two years prior to the one documented in The Further Adventures of Cat. Enjoy! The Workshop Rebecca had gone until the ripe old age of 27 without a car. She couldn't afford one, and didn't need one. Now, at thirty, she adored her little Volkswagen Beetle, and savored the road trips she took with it, but for around town it was still walk, bike or occasionally skateboard. A fit, attractive thirty year old woman who could handle a skateboard was too sexy an image for her to pass up. It was her bike that took her to the farmers market on the day she discovered her neighbor's shop, a lovely spring day and the vendors had too much good stuff to offer. As a result she bought more than one should attempt to transport by bicycle. Nonetheless, bags hanging from the handlebars, and pushing the limits of the baskets over the rear wheel, she made her way, cautiously toward home. As she reached her door, she managed, barely, to come to a stop and to step off of the bike without a spill. Glen, the attractive older man who lived next door walked out to say hello. He'd been working in his garage, as he did every weekend and most weeknights. Glen was friendly, but always he came to her, even if he saw her or Paul, her husband heading toward him as he worked with his garage door open, he'd rush to catch them before they made it halfway up the driveway. Rebecca and Paul accepted that Glen kept his shop to himself. Hell they had plenty of secrets of their own, who were they to begrudge their neighbor his need for a bit of privacy? "Hey Rebecca, how ya doin'? Looks like a trip to the farmer's market eh?" He greeted her as she maneuvered bags in her arms. "Yeah, I'm afraid I over shopped a bit though." Glen took notice of the many bags and jumped to give Rebecca a hand. "Can I help you get these in the house?" "Oh, sure... yes, that would be great. Thanks Glen." and she led him through the door, not stopping to think about what might be sitting out from the night before. Glen set two bags of groceries on the table, right next to a corset, black mask, electric blue wig and a whip left out after a party that turned out to be a bit of a dud. He nearly tripped over the ridiculously high heeled boots sitting on the floor. As he set the fruits and vegetables next to the leather Glen looked at Rebecca in time to see her turning red. "I, uh, heh heh..." a nervous chuckle was the most she could muster, adding to her embarrassment. Not as bad as her mom finding her vibrator when she was 19 and home for a weekend, but one of the more embarrassing moments she'd had in a while. Rebecca tended to keep her and Paul's "other" life hidden from neighbors, co-workers and even some of their oldest friends. It's not that she was ashamed of the fetishes that they indulged in, if anything she was quite proud of their active and exciting sex life. It's just that she didn't want it to be her entire life and identity. She'd enjoyed having friend outside of the fetish scene. The club life was a special treat. It wasn't how she made her living nor did it define her. It was simply how she found her thrills and added some spice to her week. "Hey, Rebecca, don't.... I'm one to...." Glen looked for the right words. "Here, catch." and with this he tossed her something from pocket of the shop apron he was wearing. It was a leather cuff. Not finished, but it had a loop and silver ring. It was clearly a wrist cuff, and it wouldn't be of use for much outside of restraining someone. Rebecca examined the bondage toy in her hands. "Glen, you work in leather?" "It's actually imitation. I am tapping a specialized segment of a specialized market; Vegan bondage gear. I sell at parties and on line. It doesn't pay the bills but at least my hobby pays for itself." He'd certainly made her feel better about what he'd seen. She was wondering if all of her neighbors were secretly sneaking off to the same parties as her. She hoped not. There were folks she didn't need to see strapped into a latex body suit. Glen had not only admitted to making bondage gear, his "hobby pays for itself" comment made it clear he was into using his product as well. Rebecca looked at Glen. He was in his mid forties, in great shape and at the moment she couldn't help but swoon as he stood in shorts, shop apron and a tank top. The outfit looked much sexier now that she held his home made wrist restraint in her hand. "Thanks Glen." She said a bit sheepishly. "Sure. I'm actually relieved. I figured my neighbors must wonder what I get up to in that shop of mine and what they imagine is likely to be horrendous." he said with a laugh. Rebecca returned the laugh, and the piece of leather. "I know just what you mean. I'm sure I've been noticed leaving the house in my long coat and wig case." "Amazingly enough; I never gave it a second thought." "Hey, can I pour you a cup of coffee?" "Actually, I got an order to get out this week so I'd better get back, but you and Paul come on by and check out the shop later." "Sure." She walked him to the door and said a not too awkward goodbye. Then, giggling to herself, she made some coffee and went to wake up her husband who had indulged enough in his one day a week of sleeping in. She couldn't wait to tell him about her morning. Rebecca and Paul were aware of stepping past the halfway point in Glen's driveway. They were past the point at which Paul would normally stop them with a warm smile, wiping his hands and ready for friendly neighborly banter. Now they were being greeted from inside the garage and invited to enter. "Hi Rebecca. Hey Paul. What's new?" Glen gave the, at first shy, couple a tour of his shop, and their shyness faded quickly. He did beautiful work and it went beyond wrist restraints, collars and harnesses. Further into his workshop, not visible from the driveway, he had racks, benches, and all manner of dungeon gear. "And none of this actual leather?" Paul asked, running his hand across a bench, straps and tethers in all the right places. "Nope, it's all one hundred percent man made material, so everyone can join in the fun." "Well it's great. You do good work." Paul was impressed. "It's fantastic Glen." Rebecca was admiring an upright tube with restraints in side and holes just big enough for a hand to pass through. "Thanks. Go ahead and slide your hand in there. The inside is all lined and cushioned." Glen invited Rebecca to get a better look. "The tubes are something new I'm working on. Once strapped inside the lucky man or woman would be groped and pet all night with no need for hellos, or even eye contact. Of course you'd probably want someone trustworthy stationed outside the tube to make sure that everyone behaved themselves. Even at the best parties, you can't to be careful." "This is true. I'm surprised we haven't run into you at any parties." "Do you wear that blue wig often?" "Almost always. The blue one or a pink one." "I think I have seen you around; last month, The Full Moon Ball." And now Rebecca was blushing again. She'd been particularly extravagant at The Full Moon Ball, allowing herself to be tied to a post and pinched, spanked and teased by two beautiful women in matching blue latex girdles, one of whom followed the intense bout of teasing later in the evening with an expert hand up Rebecca's skirt. She came in a not too private corner of the main room, as the crowd paid attention to a young man who followed Rebecca in being tied to the post. "I brought the posts. They were very easy to make." Glen was business like and matter of fact and the flush in Rebecca's face subsided, but the warmth between her legs stayed with her. As they arrived back at their house Rebecca climbed directly onto the coffee table, before Paul had even closed the front door her hand was down the front of her jeans, inside her panties. "I take it you liked Glen's toys?" Paul teased. "Come here and fuck me." Rebecca insisted. Paul instead knelt by the coffee table and pushed up her t-shirt. He ran his hand from her lower stomach, over her belly over her breasts. He tugged on her nipples and kissed her mouth as she pushed her jeans further down her thighs and continued to work her fingers up and down from her vagina to her clitoris and back again. Paul kissed her deep now and she kissed back hungrily, biting at his lips and flicking her tongue over his. She moved her hands out of his way as he slid a finger between the lips of her pussy, sliding over the smooth slickness of her and entering her. She gasped as he fucked her with his middle finger while his other fingers held her lips open and apart. Her hands now free found Paul's zipper. She freed his hard cock and took him in her mouth. She felt sexy and exposed spread out on the low table and she couldn't help thinking of Glen's benches and then of Glen. She started to cum and she imagined Glen watching. Her orgasms came in waves, and in between she stroked and sucked intensely on Paul's cock. He could feel her coming and would now allow himself cum as well. She tasted his warm, salty come hit her tongue and she pushed his cock all the way into her mouth. She clapped her thighs together, Paul's finger now held still inside her, the palm against her clit and she came one last sharp time. Over dinner that night Paul mentioned that he might show Glen some of the toys he had made and still blissed out from the romp on the coffee table Rebecca thought that this sounded delightful. A week had passed and Rebecca and Paul's relationship with their neighbor had gone back to friendly waves as they came and went. Rebecca said hello to Glen now as she went about tending the small garden plot in front of her porch. Paul brought her a glass of water and, carrying her skateboard bag he headed over to Glen's place. Rebecca looked up with interest and then realized Paul had dragged out his homemade bondage toys to show to Glen. She decided the gardening could wait and she joined her husband. "This is simple but it works great." Paul pulled out a closet dowel cut short and with metal loops screwed into each end. "You can attach this to a pair of ankle cuffs, or use some rope and it holds the legs apart or across the shoulders bringing the wrists up and over to opposite ends to leave the body exposed." Paul was careful to speak in vague terms, but as he spoke Rebecca couldn't help but be acutely aware of the fact they all knew it was her that Paul had designed this for. It was her legs that had been held apart, her wrists that were pulled up and behind her head, her nipples that had had his homemade clamps applied to them, the very clamps he was now pulling out the bag. "And these actually work on the labia too, they're gentle, but they grip firm and stay in place." That was of course her labia, the very same labia that were now swollen. When Paul had laid a good half dozen of his little inventions across a high black bench Glen was full of enthusiasm. "Paul, these are great. You should work with me on making some more of these. We'll just clean 'em up a bit, add some flourish. I think I could sell these. Rebecca what do you think?" What did she think? Well, yeah Glen, I've had several screaming orgasms after a night with these toys. Hell yes every couple should purchase a set of their own. She smiled, nodded her head, and answered, "Yep." "Hey, I was just about to pour some wine, would you guys join me." "Sure." Paul answered for them. "Rebecca?" "Yeah. Sounds great." She was really showing her vocabulary skills tonight. Glen brought out the wine and he and Paul discussed how their devices might be used together. Of course it was all theoretical. Would this work with that? Could a body bend that way? Paul knew Rebecca well, and knew that her being so quiet meant she was either unhappy or that she was becoming turned on in a situation where she hadn't had a chance to find out what was permitted. He flashed her a smile and the smile he got back let him know she was okay with being here, sharing wine and discussing bondage toys. The truth is she was getting hotter by the minute as the two men discussed the many ways they might tie her up. Of course they weren't discussing her, specifically, anymore but she was happy to let that feeling linger. She swallowed hard, and stepped forward. Her face was warm as she forced herself to speak. "Would you like to try some of these out?" Incomprehension stared back at her. "On me?" "Oh, yeah. Yes. Yeah." Paul stammered. "Yeah, Rebecca, sure. That would be great." Glen chimed in, oh so professionally. It had been so very difficult to get the words out, to come on to these two men, to propose that they tie her up and have their way, every which way, with her, and now they were both assuming, that she meant it in a nonsexual, business sort of way. They were afraid to assume anything else so they figured she'd politely bend this way and that, let them measure her here and there. She hadn't pushed those words up her dry throat and out her reluctant lips for nothing. She would clue in the clueless men. Rebecca slipped of her white deck shoes. She looked at Paul as she unbuttoned her white shorts and slid them slowly over her ass, revealing her white cotton panties. She looked at Glen as she pulled off her t-shirt. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra for working in the garden, and her nipples were rigid with the excitement of being watched as she prepared for god knew what. She focused her gaze on herself as she slid her panties slowly down her legs and then stepped out of them. She stood there, nude. Her pubic hair trimmed to a small triangle leading into a narrow strip of hair. Just in case the men still somehow missed her intentions she stepped toward them, strutted really and placed one hand on each of their cocks, both of which were now rock hard and straining to be free. "Let me get the door." Glen made for the door as Paul gave Rebecca a surprised look. Rebecca smiled and he smiled back. She squeezed his cock and his smile turned to a look of pleasure and longing. Glen went right to work. Let's get you dressed here Rebecca. He grabbed a duffle bag full of restraints. He tossed a couple of pieces to Paul and then went about fastening a collar around Rebecca's neck that would force her to keep her head up. She could not look down and watch as he fastened a cuff around her wrist. He ran his hand slowly down her leg to her ankle where he fastened another cuff. Paul was handling the right wrist and ankle and he slid he hand up the inside of her leg and felt the wetness of her pussy before stepping back to wait for Glen's direction. It was unspoken but accepted that Glen would lead this experience. It was his workshop after all and only fair that he should be its master. Glen fixed a mask over Rebecca's eyes. She felt like Cat Woman and she smiled. Phil placed a thumb on her bottom lip. "Such a beautiful mouth, I can't wait to see it wrapped around my cock." Her lips puffed out at the suggestion and she could feel her pussy grow wetter and warmer, her nipples stiffening. She wrapped her lips around the tip of Glen's thumb. He removed his hand, only to pinch her left nipple and then reached into his bag again and came up with a belt which he wrapped around her waist. Holding either end of the belt he pulled her toward him. He breasts were against his tight black t-shirt. He fastened the belt just above her pubic hair. Straps hung from the belt and these were soon fastened around her thighs. Glen then fastened a leash to the collar around Rebecca's neck. "Come this way." he commanded gently and lead her forward. Rebecca was made to step up two sets and on to one of the beautiful hand crafted benches. Glen stood on one side of the bench and Paul on the other. Paul followed Glen's lead and the two men attached clips on the belt to rings on the straps around Rebecca's thighs, keeping her locked in a kneeling position. The rings on her ankle cuffs were fastened to clips on the bench and likewise her wrists. Glen gently but firmly bent her elbows, so that she came to rest on them, her chest against the bench and her ass in the air. Straps on the bench were fastened around her forearms. She was firmly held in a position to be fucked. "Would you like to taste my cock?" Glen asked. "Yes, master." Rebecca answered. And she meant it. She wanted so badly to have these men taking her, here and now. Every moment of waiting was excruciating. Glen stepped to the front of the bench and Rebecca watched as he took his time removing his belt. He then unzipped his pants and maneuvered his rock hard and impressively thick cock out. "Paul, please take the belt." Glen handed the belt to Paul. He stood his cock inches from Rebecca's waiting mouth and he gave directions. "Rebecca, I want you to suck my cock. Paul is going to smack you're ass. When he does, I want you to take it. I don't want to feel any change in the way that you suck my cock. If I do, Paul will smack you again. But if I don't, if you're able to keep sucking my cock taking a belt across your beautiful ass, well, he'll still give you another smack. But two in a row and you'll get a very sweet reward. Paul will slide his cock into your pussy. Do you understand?" Oh God yes! She almost screamed. "Yes master." "Good." And Glen stepped forward, the tip of his cock touching Rebecca's lips. She kissed the head and then she circled her tongue around it. She licked the bottom, where she knew he'd be sensitive. Glen stepped forward and his cock entered her mouth. He was taking his time. She was held firmly in place, his collar brilliantly allowing her to tilt her head up but not in any other direction. She was fastened firmly to the bed and even tied to herself. She sucked at his cock and found herself longing for more of it as if she had a g spot hidden somewhere toward the back of her throat. Glen slid his cock in and out of her mouth slowly. She lost herself in loving his cock, licking it gently, sucking, kissing, and she forgot all about the belt. It came down hard across both cheeks. If she did not have such a full round ass it would have stung her swollen cunt as well. She felt her head jerk and her teeth bump against Glen's cock. He amazingly did not flinch. Her pussy ached with a need to be touched, to be filled, as the blood rushed to her ass. She wanted to purr, to gasp, to beg for more, but she'd responded to strongly already. "Well, it seems you'll be needing another smack." Glen hadn't needed to tell her, she knew, but she could hear in his voice that he was fine, and in fact he fucked her mouth with greater enthusiasm. The little bit of a bite seemed to have turned him on more. She nibbled lightly at his cock and felt him respond. He held his cock still and she pressed her teeth down on his flesh. He continued to hold still and placed his hands on her head. She took this as a cue to press a bit harder, and she felt him shiver, his breath quickening. Glen returned to sliding in and out of her mouth and she experimented with putting her teeth into the mix, listening for Glen's amazingly subtle response when she was getting him good. She bit him hardest of all when the strap again came down across her ass, this time close to her thighs. It stung, but it further intensified the heat in her cunt. She wanted Paul's cock in her and she wanted it now. Glen didn't say a word and she went about sucking his cock in her usual experienced way. She would not lose herself again. But waiting for the smack was almost worse. She felt herself staining not to flinch just from anticipation. Her two lovers did not make her wait as long this time. The smack came quickly, and again she flinched. The resulting smack came only seconds later, as did another unintentional bite to Glen's ever stiffening cock. He gripped her hair and slid his cock to the back of her mouth now and back out swiftly. He knew just how far he could go comfortably. Rebecca fell into the rhythm and finally took a good hard smack while continuing to suck smoothly and consistently. Proud of herself she rolled her tongue around the dick in her mouth and then bit it again as the belt slapped across her thighs. She must have taken a good five or six more slaps, she lost count, by the time she finally managed to take two in a row without flinching, biting, or otherwise showing any sign of the pain and pleasure in her ass and hips and thighs. The Workshop Glen slid his cock from her mouth. Rebecca was amazed that he had not cum. She wanted him to. She wanted to feel his cum fill her mouth. She wanted to feel his cock pulse. She wanted to hear him pant. She was thrilled to instead feel Paul's hands on her thighs, and at last his cock pushed against the swollen lips of her pussy. He slid his cock into her. She was wet and hot and glad that he did not tease, filling her up with one thrust forward. She gasped and waited for Paul to fuck her hard and fast. Instead he slid his cock out of her. As Rebecca waited, silently, wanting to beg for Paul to slide back into her, she was blindfolded by one of the two men. A strip of cloth was placed over the mask she was wearing and tied behind her head. She felt the men loosening the clamps that held her thighs to her hips. Her ankles, wrists and forearms were freed as well. They took her hand and very gently helped her up to a sitting and then a standing position. She heard the bench roll away from her. Her ankles were pushed apart, and held apart by Paul's wooden staff fastened to her ankle cuffs. She guessed it was Glen that bound her wrists together and raised them above her head but she couldn't be sure. A rope that she imagined must be attached to a beam above her was fastened to her wrist cuffs. With her arms up, her legs apart, and her eyes blindfolded she felt completely vulnerable and exposed. She shivered when a hand reached out and pinched her nipple. Almost immediately another hand stroked her pussy, leading her to gyrate her hips in want. Lips brushed hers. Hands stroked her ass. She was kissed at the base of her spine, inside her thighs, behind her shoulders, and on her neck. Her ears were nibbled. So many hands, it felt like a crowd was circling her rather than just two lovers. The two lovers circled slower and moved in closer. Until finally she was sandwiched between them. It was definitely Paul in front of her. Now kissing her neck and biting at her lips. She felt Glen's cock behind her, stiff and pushing between her ass cheeks. Paul gripped her hips and tilted them forward. She stood on her toes to increase the angle and to fully give her cunt to Glen to fill. Her husband reached between her legs, sliding two fingers between her pussy lips. He opened her and Glen slid his cock in. She shifted her weight forward onto Paul, his mouth at her ear, his fingers pressing on her clit as Glen slowly slid in and out of her cunt. His cock was wonderfully thick and her backside so sensitive. She felt the ridge around the head of his cock, the spot behind the head where his cock was it's thickest. Glen's hands reached around the front of her and as he pinched her nipples he began to fuck her faster and harder. She was breathing heavy into Paul's neck. Her nipples stung and it was almost too much yet she wanted more, amazed to hear herself mutter "Harder!" She added a "Please master." and Glen was happy to oblige he pinched harder and fucked harder, Paul now moving his fingers back and forth over her clit. She was cumming now. She came hard. Not being able to bring her legs together was intense and her lovers played her perfectly, keeping her on the edge of too much for what felt like forever. She was finally starting to slow down when she felt Glen unfasten the hook holding her hands. She was lowered carefully to the ground, and placed on all fours. Her legs still held apart. Glen slid back into her, and grabbing her hips he began to fuck her with an intensity that told her he meant to cum. Paul placed his hand beneath her chin, and tilted her head up. He slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked off her husband with all she had. She savored being fucked from both ends and wanted to feel both of the men cum at the same time. Paul had always had excellent control, and it seemed that Glen also was able to fuck her until he was good and ready to come. Paul's hands were on her head as Glens found their way from a firm grip on her ass to her breasts and to her already sensitive nipples. He pinched, and fucked and she sucked still blindfolded, imagining how she must look being fucked by two hot men. She loved being a slut. She would not let the word be an insult. She was certainly a slut now, and loving it. Rebecca began to cum again. As her cunt gripped tighter and she took Paul all the way into her mouth, she felt Glen take his cue. He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her fast and hard. Paul's hips swung, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. It was all she could do to press her tongue up and give him a tight firm grip. She felt Paul's hand grip the back of her neck and then slide down her back. He pushed one finger into her ass and in response she reared her ass all the way back against Glen. She had what would have been a screaming orgasm if her mouth were not filled with her husband's now cumming prick. Glen's cock throbbed and he too began to come. The three of them writhed, and gripped and squeezed as they came together. She swallowed her husbands cum feeling him pulse in her mouth. She moved her tongue back and forth beneath his shaft. She squeezed her pussy tight around Glen's cock. Paul Slid his cock out finally, spent. She kissed the tip of his cock and he ran is fingers through her hair. Glen kept his cock in her for a good long time. She stayed on all fours and enjoyed the feeling of his large member filling her so well. He pet her ass and lower back as she kissed her husband's stomach and enjoyed his hands petting her hair and wiping the sweat from her forehead. Finally Glen slid his cock out. He unftastened the ankle cuffs and helped Rebecca to her feet. He placed a soft sweet kiss on her lips. "I'll be right back." Glen returned with a white silk bathrobe that he slid onto Rebecca. His friendly neighbor voice came back. "I hope you two will join me for dinner." They ate together, had more wine and after getting dressed said their goodbyes. Glen was a perfect partner. He understood that when they weren't playing in his workshop, or at a party or in Paul and Rebecca's bedroom, kitchen, or backyard, they were friends and neighbors. They said hello, went out to coffee together, had bar-bqs and Glen began joining Rebecca on Sunday morning bicycle rides to the farmer's market. Paul and Rebecca became Glen's assistants at parties and conventions and the two men worked on many crafty toys together, testing them first on the always willing Rebecca. They loved the neighborhood when they moved in and its getting better all the time. An adorable secretary moved in across the street. She wears short skirts with her suits, and tall heels. Rebecca is ready to give her a good friendly welcome. The Workshop It had been too long. I hadn't had sex for over a year, and I was starting to feel deprived. My friend Sarah noticed that. "Girl it's been too long! You need to catch up with me!" She was right. Beautiful, sexy Sarah, fifty-something years young, and she was partying harder and getting more action than anyone else I knew. I was a little more than half her age and still feeling virginal in a lot of ways. I was letting my shyness keep me from getting close to anyone. I had closed myself off for far too long and it was time to open up. She told me about this workshop, "Exploring Tantric Intimacy". She said her friends have been going for a while and they really enjoyed it. "You could get laid," she said, "like hard core. Really it's about emotional intimacy and stuff like that, but seriously girl, go get you some." So I ventured off into the unknown, signed up for the workshop and drove off into the hills to "get me some". The place was gorgeous, with a main lodge, little cabins, hot tubs, greenhouse, gardens, and a winding creek leading to a pond. Dang, I thought. So many places to do it. My nerves started going crazy and I got tingly thinking about the possibilities. What was I in for? Several hours later I was all signed in. I had no idea what to expect. I was dressed in a long skirt and a sweater, trying to appear demure. Maybe I'll just observe and take notes, I thought. That will be enough. There were icebreakers, questions and laughter, and then some old guy was lecturing us about love and intimacy, talking about opening chakras and points of sensitivity. Delayed gratification. Prolonged pleasure. Third eye expansion. I started to tune him out and instead was eyeing the group, picking out the people I wanted to delay gratification with first. There were a few other women, mostly older than me, and a lot of men. Everyone looked lovely to me. I guess I was "softening my aura" as I thought I heard the Instructor say. Or maybe I just knew everyone else was as horny as I was. Yeah, I would sit on that guy's face, even if he is about eighty, I was thinking. I bet he still has it. And probably that lady's as well. I bet she could lick a girl properly, even if she is with that bald dude who's already sporting a semi-boner. I was definitely checking out my options. I spotted a younger man with dark hair, kind of nervous looking. Yum, I thought. An older guy with grey hair and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Double yum. I tuned back into the Instructor. He was explaining tantra as a way of connecting deeply in the moment. He spoke about the benefits of prolonging orgasm, how it becomes a full body experience...something about making love to Spirit and honoring Mother Nature with our direct connection to fertile life. I was looking at his white hair, his hands moving through the air as he talked, and I wondered how many orgasms he's had the pleasure of witnessing in his life. Then I heard him say that the best way to learn is by doing, so we would be breaking into smaller groups for a more intimate lesson. The groups were varied, some were all male, and some had one woman per several men. We each had our own little area. His co-instructors each took a group, and I ended up in the Instructor's group. He took me aside and told me for the purposes of this lesson he needed me to have complete trust and surrender. That I would be blindfolded, lying down, and that he would be giving instructions and guidance during the demonstration. He said everyone here was clean, and that because I was on birth control we would be having "full skin contact", as he called it. I was getting juicier by the moment, but I kept my demeanor calm. I told him that it all sounded fine. He said I would be in very good hands, that this was a professional and safe environment, and that I could say stop at any time. But I won't want to, he said with a twinkle in his eye. I was in. "Ok if I remain quiet during the demonstration?" I asked him and he said best if I do. He told me I was a receiver, that I was here to simply allow the body to do what comes naturally. I let him tie the silky blindfold across my eyes and my world went dark. I had no idea what I was in for. My sex life had been pretty vanilla thus far. Maybe I'll get felt up, I thought, or even finger-banged. That would be exciting! He led me to a large, low table with a thick pad on top. I felt several hands reach out and touch me as I was guided to lie down on my back. I stretched out, feeling a big smile on my face, and then I remembered I was a little geisha doll for their educational purposes, so I tried to calm myself and show no emotion. Let them work for it, I thought. The Instructor was lecturing in a soft voice, talking about touch receptors, and I felt my clothes being gently tugged off. The room was warm and I felt good, even though I was naked, blindfolded and at the mercy of a group of men. I paid for this, I was thinking. This better be good. I felt hands laying gently on me, touching me lightly everywhere, as the Instructor maintained a rhythmic, verbal manual on How to Please a Woman Properly. They were massaging me gently, on my feet, neck and shoulders, murmuring about beautiful curves and succulent flesh. I heard the Instructor say that one of the most important things to master was oral stimulation. They would all get a chance, but he needed a first volunteer. I heard some jostling and grunting as they figured that one out. The Instructor was telling them to ease a woman into her pleasure, not rush things. He was holding me open as he explained the anatomy of the vagina, touching lightly, then he was guiding someone's face into my "lotus of a thousand petals", as I thought I heard him call it. My body gave a jolt as a nice, soft tongue started stroking gently against my thighs and then licking the wetness of my warm, soft "lotus". He was following the Instructor's directions to lick the inside of the labia major, then the labia minor, and then the soft spot below the urethral opening. Then circling the outside of the clitoral hood, while holding back from licking the actual clitoris. His talk was very anatomical, but the sensations being delivered were incredible. It was like a soul massage, starting with my puss. I heard him say it was time to give someone else a try, and then a new mouth was down there, licking me softly. The instructor guided him around the perineum and vaginal opening, showing him how to stimulate the g-spot, which he called the "fountain of eternal juice", or something like that. They took turns in this way, licking me as he told them to, being gentle with my clit until it was throbbing with need. Then I felt a finger inside me and a small moan escaped my saliva-drenched mouth. He was telling them to make a "come here" gesture with the finger just inside the vagina, to stimulate the g-spot. They practiced on me, long fingers gently coaxing my body up from the table, come here, their hands were whispering. "Ok now gently, you want her to get hot but not explosive, go ahead and put your tongue to her clitoris and press softly," he was saying. "Just let it rest there, allowing the pressure to increase as you pull her towards you. " Whoever was down there was doing a fine job. My clit was on fire, and he was licking it so gently, it felt like heat was oozing over my entire body. I was throbbing everywhere. Now the Instructor was letting them lick me with more pressure, showing them how to treat the ass, the thighs, the breasts, everything. I felt hot mouths sucking my tits, biting my nipples, and I knew I could come in a second, but I wanted to be a good student so I breathed deeply and held it back. The instructor noticed I was flushed, he told them to ease back a bit, that I was getting overheated. I heard the rustling of clothing and I imagined that they were getting naked, glistening cocks bobbing out straight and hard as they gathered closer around the table. I felt a hand lift up my head and give me a sip of water, and more hands were massaging my feet and legs. The Instructor was talking about penetration, different angles and techniques to give different sensations. I breathed deep, trying to diffuse the heat rising in my crotch. I heard him ask for a first volunteer to demonstrate penetration techniques, giving a reminder that the objective was to withhold orgasm for as long as possible, to prolong the pleasure. I was pulsing with anticipation, feeling wetness ooze down between my thighs. I felt the heat of a male body moving on top of me, not making contact with me except for the silky hot tip of his cock, gently stroking my vulva up and down. The instructor told him to insert the head only, staying shallow for ten strokes and then sinking in part way for the next stroke. I was glad I had been doing a lot of yoga lately, my legs spread apart easily and I felt really limber. The man on top of me was in a kind of push-up position. I couldn't feel his body weight, only the head of his cock, sliding gently in and out of me. It was incredible. I was along for the long ride. My need to orgasm had faded back a little, now I was just enjoying the sensation of being fucked gently and watched by several guys. How many? I had no idea, I guessed five or six total, but it didn't matter. The Instructor's soothing voice was making me feel safe. This was for education. We were all here for the same reason: to explore our sexuality, to get better at it. To get laid hard core. I wanted to be a willing participant, so I went with whatever was being suggested. I felt a cock sink into me, only part way, and I let out a soft moan. The man of the moment pulled back and repeated this sequence a few times, then it was someone else's turn. Another cock was pressing lightly into my wetness, massaging me, opening me up. My lotus was feeling good. This time he was allowed to sink his entire length inside of me, after giving me ten shallow strokes. I tried to keep my passive expression, but I couldn't keep from moaning. It felt so good, being filled after being stimulated so much. He held himself inside of me, still, for a few seconds, and then pulled out to give me the shallow strokes again. It was driving me wild. One after another they took turns. I let myself relax into the pure sensation of it, trying to stay quiet, trying not to laugh or say anything. The perfect pupil. The Instructor was talking about rhythms, about using the hips to thrust in and upwards, stimulating the clitoris. I felt the cock inside of me growing harder and bigger. I was breathing heavily. The Instructor must have noticed, because he asked the man to step off and let someone else have a chance. He asked me if I was doing ok and I said yes, then I was being filled by another silky, hard piece of goodness. He told him to give me ten shallow thrusts and then a deep hard one, and the man did as he was asked. It felt like circles of light were moving out of my body, coming out of my crotch and going into space. Soon he was replaced and the next man was allowed to thrust deep and hard into me, in a rhythmic motion. I felt my clit stiffening with desire and the Instructor was telling him to slow down. I suppressed a giggle, thinking that he was saying things I would be saying if I was talking. This old guy knew his stuff! By this point I was breathing hard and moaning lightly, making a guttural purr. Mouths were sucking on my breasts, tugging lightly at my hair, massaging my feet and pulling my legs wider apart. I heard the instructor say, "Jr. it's your turn, you've got the biggest penis, time to bring her to the Temple of a Thousand Lights. But don't rush it! " I felt Jr. position himself over me. His body was giving off heat and little droplets of sweat were dripping down onto me. I pictured the young, nervous dark-haired man I had seen before. Here's your chance, I thought. Show them what you're made of! He entered me easily, pushing in about halfway, as the Instructor told him to. He was thick and I could feel him throbbing inside of me. Someone slid a pillow under my ass and then Jr. was thrusting deeper into me. I moved my hips upward and I heard the Instructor tell me to relax, that I was the receiver, I didn't have to work for this one. Tantra was about the journey, he said. It was sweet agony. My body was slippery, my clit was on fire, but all I could do was lay there and take it. Jr. was doing a pretty good job of giving it to me. I could hear the sound of skin being slapped and I pictured them all with their dicks in their hands, stroking furiously. I started to slip into another realm as Jr. pounded into me. I was crying out a little bit each time, clenching my fists, and the men held my hands so that I had something to squeeze. I heard the Instructor tell him, "Upwards! Pull her towards you with your Wand of Power!" and then Jr. was pushing hard inside me while his pelvis was pulling up, rubbing against my clit. My body was being pulled into the air by his huge cock. It was the perfect feeling. I reached out for him, and I could feel his silky hips and muscular ass, slick with sweat. Jr. was grunting with the effort, and I heard the other guys saying things like "Yeah, do it, give it to her hard" and then Jr. was doing it. His cock swelled inside me, shoving even harder into the depths of me and I cried out loudly, moaning "Uhhhh!" He was pushing up inside me and I let myself go there with him, with everybody, judging from the sounds I was hearing in other parts of the building. Little cries and moans were rising, like an orgasmic symphony. I put my arms out to my sides, spreading my knees and lifting my feet into the air. The waves of pleasure intensified as Jr. pushed hard and fast into me, and I could not hold back any longer. It felt like he was fucking my soul. My clit throbbed with tension as he rubbed himself against me and then it exploded. The throbbing took over my entire body as his hot, sticky juice released inside of me. The shockwaves continued, it felt like my orgasm was lasting forever. I was moaning uncontrollably, then I felt Jr. pull out and another dick was soon inside of me, big and hard and pushing into me forcefully. I moaned loud and opened my legs wider. I heard grunting and I knew without a doubt that it was the Instructor. He moved with so much force and finesse that within moments my orgasm returned and exploded again with waves of pleasure moving over my body and out into the world. I couldn't stop shaking. He squirted inside of me and moved off, then I felt loads of hot juice rain down on me. I spread my arms wide in surrender and they showered my face, breasts and belly, bathing me in warm silky rivers of "liquid life force", as the Instructor had been calling it. I lay there breathing heavily, and within a few moments it was quiet. I felt a warm, damp towel on my face, wiping gently, then wiping my body, taking time between my legs. I heard the Instructor say in a soft voice that I had performed excellently, and to take my time getting up. There was a private shower I could use, and then I was dismissed for the rest of the afternoon. I could lie down and rest, if I wanted to. Maybe soak in the hot tub or stroll in the gardens. I said thank you. He asked if I enjoyed it. I said yes, very much. Exquisite, really. I felt his fingers brush over my fur and I trembled. Then they were inside of me, playing lightly with my clit, slipping easily over the smooth, wet softness, and then sliding deep inside of me. Come here, they said. I quivered, instantly wanting to be pounded again until I passed out from total exhaustion. "What do you think?" he asked, "You feeling up for a quickie?" I remembered his thick cock buried inside of me, and I knew I was up for anything. The World According to George Shelia’s Dilemma Chapter 1: Shelia Anderson thought of herself as a normal average sort of person at least she used to think such of herself. She is a 22 years old attractive female. She has no children and is very relieved to have just escaped a very bad marriage. She married Steve soon after graduating high school. They had known each other for several years when they began dating and fell in love. Shelia thought Steve was the perfect match for her and in the beginning it was a fairytale marriage. But then Steve began to change. The problem began with Steve’s long hours of surfing the Internet. Shelia was not aware of it as a problem at first but after a while when at home Steve was always in his study on the computer. On most nights Steve arrived home at 5:30, ate dinner, took a quick shower and disappeared to his study. Shelia would not see him again till the next morning. She would go to bed without him and she would be asleep when he came to bed. This began happening every night and on the weekends it was even worse. She attempted to discuss her anxieties over the distance growing between them but he was not interested. He would just shrug his shoulder and go back to what he was doing. One night Shelia noticed Steve was looking at very pornographic pictures. “Steve, I don’t like it you are looking at those kinds of pictures,” she said. “It doesn’t hurt anything. It’s not like I’m cheating on you or anything,” he replied. “But I just don’t like. It’s not right.” “I like seeing something different and it does not hurt anything,” Steve explained becoming irritated. “But when we make love you will be thinking of all those women.” “It’s good to have a little spice in our sex life. It has been pretty boring lately anyway. And you never let me look at your body. You never wear anything sexy,” he said giving her a rather angry look. “Maybe you could get some ideas from these pictures,” he mumbled loud enough for Shelia to hear them as she left the room. Shelia was hurt by his statements. They had been married for a little over a year and Shelia thought Steve was happy with her as a sexual partner. Their sex life had decreased over the past few months since Steve was always on the computer when she went to bed but she did not think it was a large problem. Shelia had always been very shy about her body even with Steve. Her shyness began a long time ago. Shelia did not want to pursue the subject because she knew where it was end. Steve had often complained about her inhibitions but she always held firm even if he did not like it. Steve had always liked computers and the Internet. However, once he found all the different selection of nude women he was hooked. From newsgroups, to websites, to chat groups, he went everywhere. It was one particular website that drastically changed things. Steve was already addicted to pornography but when he viewed the website he was trapped. Steve did not know it but this site was a trapped filled with subliminal programs and spy ware. It just happen Steve was particularly susceptible to these techniques of embedding messages directed at the viewer’s unconscious mental processes in pictures and videos of nude women. Steve spent hours looking at the website’s large selection of such pictures. Each time the site added various messages flowed into Steve’s unconscious and spy ware loaded into his computer. These slowly worked to influence Steve’s thinking and to take over his computer. Both Steve and his compute became infected. Steve had no idea of what was happening. He just knew how much he enjoyed the site. One of the subliminal programs focused on the Steve’s deep feelings insecurity. The messages stimulated these unconscious processes and manipulated them by substitution of pleasurable desires. This particular program stimulated the insecurities and then placated those feelings by offering feelings of power and dominance. It used pictures of women in various bondage situations with the male in totally control to influence it victims. Steve soon learned to love photos of women tied, humiliated, and raped. There was an abundance of these photos on this site and all were all encoded with similar messages that further reinforced the insecurities placated by power creating a cycle over and over again. Each time Steve visited the site he became more susceptible to the influences and soon was trapped. The owner of the website, George Harris was a strange man with a vendetta against everyone. George was a very bright man and a computers guru. He was a dangerous man having been trained by the military in brainwashing techniques and other manipulations many using computers. In those days he had a very high top secret clearance and believed he was properly serving his country. However, these activities left a dark side to George and as he grew older he became a very cynical individual. His experience with his ex-wife and legal conflicts that led to his arrests left him very angry. His wife attempted to take everything he own; however, she did not know about George’s hidden accounts. When he was released from jail he had a very different opinion about the United State’s Justice System and a very different opinion of the United Stated. Soon after his release he left the US and settled in Belize. George’s had several bank accounts in the country and knew living costs were relatively inexpensive in Belize. Also and more important Belize was a good placed to disappear. The government left people alone as long as they did not create problems. George was able settle down and found a small house outside of town. Here, he used his computer expertise to set up an advanced satellite communication system he used for connections to the internet among other things. He easily hacked into various internet satellite servers giving him free unlimited internet access. Through his hack he could access the Internet in a disguised manner so he could not be located. George then put his knowledge to work and created his website using techniques developed by the military but creatively and expertly enhanced by him. At first he mostly wanted to discover what the possibilities were. If he was able to influence others through special designed website he would see where that led him. He knew sex was a powerful motivator so he that is where he began his work. George knew most people who viewed porno were men and he knew they would be unable to resist a free porno site full of pictures and videos that he had pirated from many sources. He did not advertise his site but made it available enough to snag a few people into his web without attracting undue attention. Steve was one of those people. George used advanced spy ware that would install unnoticed files on a victim’s computer. These programs would allow him to eventually take over a person’s computer. He could see everything on the computer and even use the owner’s programs on their computers. If nothing else George enjoyed the feeling of power it gave him. But mainly his first experiments were to see how far he could go. As he became more proficient he was very surprised at his accomplishments. Steve became his first successful target appearing very susceptible to George’s subliminal manipulations. George soon had complete control over Steve’s computer. He viewed all the interesting files and accumulated very personal information about Steve’s life. After seeing the pictures of Steve’s wife Shelia he began to formulate a plan. He was surprised he could find no sexy pictures of her. Even though there were many pictures of her there were no nudes or anything even slightly revealing. This alone with the other information gave George an interesting pictures of this couple. He decided to see what kind of changes he could implement into their lives. This experiment would be rather inconspicuous and give George a good test of his procedures. If it were successful there were many possible profitable ventures he could undertake. When Steve first found the site and looked at the first picture a soft voice from his speakers invited him to enter. He clicked the enter button and found himself looking at an almost unlimited supply of fetish pictures. The music playing was hypnotic and Steve’s use of headphones only strengthened the messages. Suddenly as a very a phone of a young woman with her legs tied open to reveal her moist pussy, Steve realized he felt his very hard cock pressing against his shorts. As he continued to surf the site his cock began to throb. He was completely unaware of the subliminal messages and how they were affecting his libido. As he looked at picture after picture it happened. When Steve entered the site that night George was sitting at his computer. He was immediately alerted someone had entered the website. He clicked on a program and easily tracked Steve’s progress on the site. The first spy ware was automatically sent when Steve logged onto the site. George watched this person looked at the various pictures. While he did he made some adjustment and found he was pleased to find he could already obtain preliminary information on this person and his computer. The person was male, named Steve, and was using a cable internet connection. As Steve continued to surf the site George sent more spy ware and obtained more information. Steve was enjoying the site. He could not believe the variety of pictures and all for free. There were not even any pop up ads. Steve wondered how a free site with no pop ups made any money but he did not really care. He reached one section where he had to register and was afraid it would request a credit card. But all it asked was some basic questions. What Steve did not know was this gave George more time to infect his computer. Steve also did not know it but George had already gained control of his computer. When George found Steve’s webcam program he decided to see what it would do. George hoped the webcam would show him Steve, the victim. George was quite amazed when Steve’s face appeared on the screen. Steve was too busy being turned on by all the free photos and had no idea George was now watching him. George carefully watched where Steve was going and noticed that Steve had found the streaming videos. George expertly executed a program that sent one of his strongest sexually provocative messages. He wanted to see what happened in his first experiment. Steve could not believe how aroused he was. These videos were very strange; women tied up and hung while guys fucked them. It was too much. His cock was pressing hard against his pants when it happened. “Ahhhh!” Steve exclaimed. His cock exploded in his pants. At first he could not believe what was happening. He had never come in his pants in his life but this felt so good he did not care. His hand quickly went down to massage his cock through his shorts. It seemed as if his cock spurted more cum than he ever remembered. When he stood up there was a large wet spot all over the front of his shorts. He was lucky Shelia was not at home at the time. George had watched the expression on Steve’s face and guessed what was happening. When he stood up and George saw the stain on his pants he knew he had been successful and could not believe the first results of his grand experiment. George watched as Steve quickly ended the session. Even though Steve was no longer on the site, this did not mean George had gone away. He was very pleased that even with this one visit he now could take control of Steve’s computer anytime he chose. George was also pleased that Steve became a frequent visitor to his site. George continued installed spy ware and other more advanced programs on Steve’s computer. He now had full control over Steve’s computer. Also, each time Steve logged on there was another series of subliminal messages programming Steve’s mind using sex as reinforcement. George was pleased to see he was gaining more control over Steve’s mind. George looked over Steve’s computer. It seemed Steve was young but doing okay financially. He had a young wife and the numerous pictures of her contained no pictures of her wearing something sexy. George decided to see how he could manipulate this couple beginning with Steve. George gathered much information on Steve and Shelia and found he envied them. They appeared to have a great relationship and George imagined Shelia would be a great fuck. She was very pretty and he could tell she had a great body. In some ways this angered him. Why should some have all the luck and he have none. This anger began to influence George and he found himself desperately wanted to see Shelia’s naked body. In fact, George became rather obsessed about this. Each time Steve surfed George’s site he would immediately get an erection. Most times he would cum in his pants as he looked at pictures or viewed the videos so he began wearing condoms anytime he went to the site. This site affected him so he sometimes came three or four times a visit. Steve had to limit his visits because it was too much. But he found he thought about the site all the time. George continued to gain power over Steve and his computer. George developed a program that used the video of various girls so that it appeared they were interacting with Steve. He persuaded Steve to purchase a new video camera giving George even more remote access. Steve did not know but the new video camera had several special features such as zoom and remote control movement. This allowed George to move the camera in any direction and zoom in on what he wanted to view. Now each time Steve sat down at his computer George could watch as he wanted. As long as Steve’s computer was connected George could see into Steve’s home. He was disappointed to find that Shelia seldom came into the study that contained Steve’s computer. One day after Steve left for work Shelia did enter the study. She wanted to see if she could learn what was so attractive to Steve. She looked through his files and to her amazement found a large collection of pictures. As she looked at the pictures she was surprised and shocked at the type of women’s pictures her husband had gathered. There was just about every kind of fetish she knew and a few she didn’t know. Shelia sat at the computer and found George’s website. She went there was amazed at all the graphic pornography. As she surfed the site she saw a scene of one particularly graphic image of a nude woman tied to a post with nipple clamps pulling on her breasts. She could not believe her husband was such a pervert. “What should I do?” she wondered. Shelia did not have anyone she trusted enough to discuss such subjects. Her parents died in a car accident soon after she was marriage and with no brothers or sisters she had no real family, only Steve. She had one good friend Judy but she could not even think of talking about such things with her. Shelia decided there was nothing to be done so she kept silent about her fears. Shelia did not know that while she sat at the computer she was being watched by George. George’s computer alerted him and he thought Steve was on the computer. “My my, what have we here?” George said to himself as he clicked on the screen after his computer alerted him someone was sitting at Steve’s computer. “You look quite nice my darling. I wish I could get you naked, you little cunt,” George continued. It gave him a thrill to be watching her without her knowing it. He could see by her expression she was shocked at her husband’s taste in porno. He hoped he would be able to change her attitude. Shelia did not look much more. These pictures were making her sick so she left the room. “Damn, if she would have stayed a little longer I could have sent some messages to her unconsciousness and determine if she was susceptible,” George said to himself. Shelia said nothing about her husband’s preoccupation with porn on the Internet and things continued the same for months. They would have sex several times a month but Shelia always felt Steve was not pleased with her performance. Shelia also felt strange having sex with this man she no longer seemed to know. She wondered what he was thinking or imaging when they were making love. This began to bother Shelia to the point she no longer was able experienced orgasms. She acted the part so Steve would be satisfied but felt a growing sexually frustration. Once she returned home unexpectedly. She walked past the door to Steve’s computer room. He did not know she was there. Shelia was shocked to see him sitting there naked and masturbating. She could see him rubbing his penis and looking at a full screen video of a woman being raped. The video had sound and the woman was screaming. Shelia could not believe her husband liked such things. As she watched Steve moaned loudly and she could see cum shoot all over his computer desk. Then to her revulsion she watched as Steve bent over the desk and began to lick up his own cum. She quickly left the room and made some noise so he would know she was home. George found he could make Steve do most anything now. He found he enjoyed making Steve do humiliating things just to test his power over Steve. Now each time Steve ejaculated George made him lick up and eat his own cum. When Shelia walked by the computer room the door was now closed. “Are you in there Steve?” she asked. “Yes, I am in here. I thought you were going to a meeting,” he said in an angry tone. “It was cancelled,” she explained. She said nothing more about the incident. George had continued to monitor Steve and his progress. George used various tests to determine his power over Steve. He was continually surprised at the results. His programming got to the point where he could make Steve ejaculate at anytime or prevent him from ejaculating no matter how excited his was. He continued to always make Steve eat his own cum. It seemed Steve was under his power and it was time to use this on Shelia. George decided Steve’s garage was a good place for his plan. The garage was large enough and there were no large windows. It would be private and have enough space. George instructed Steve to install a number of cameras inside the garage. These were all small and well hidden but very sophisticated devices. These were hooked to the computer giving George a perfect view of anything that happened there. He also had Steve install very small hidden cameras in the bedroom and bathroom but Shelia’s insecurities about her body made it very difficult for George to obtain any good pictures of her nude. This was about to change. The opportunity for George occurred one night after Shelia drank too much at party. She and Steve arrived home late and Shelia went straight to bed passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow. When Steve walked into the bedroom and saw his unconscious wife lying on the bed he remembered George’s instruction to take advantage of any situation to implement the George’s plan. This was a perfect time and Steve went into action. He undressed Shelia. She moaned a few times but remained unconscious. Steve positioned Shelia with her legs spread and took a few pictures of her nudity. George had programmed a burning desire in Steve to post her nude pictures on his favorite website. Steve immediately went to the computer and loaded these pictures George’s website. George was alerted and very pleased at what he saw. He also noticed that Shelia appeared sleeping. At this point Steve’s will bent to what George wanted. George could simply ask Steve what he wanted to know and Steve would tell him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. When George learned that Shelia was drunk he quickly formulated a plan. He had previously instructed Steve to build a simple but sturdy structure that would hold Shelia’s body. Under George’s instructions Steve picked up his unconscious wife from their bed and strapped her naked body to his device. Steve could not believe how much he enjoying tying his wife’s naked body to the beams of the platform. Steve’s progress was captured by the video cameras. George was quite pleased as he looked at this unconscious young woman’s nude body tied to a wooden frame in most revealing manner. He could not wait for her to awaken. The World According to George Shelia opened her eyes and saw it was still dark. She could not comprehend where she was and at first wondered if she was still dreaming. As became more aware she found she was standing up but she could not move her arms or legs. As her consciousness slowly cleared and her eyes focused she found herself in their garage. She gasped as she felt the cords around her wrist tying her to some kind of wooden structure. Her arms were tied to the corners of a rectangle shaped structure. Her legs were also tied leaving her spread eagle. She gasped she found herself totally nude and spread eagle for all to see. She looked down to see a leather strap around her waist holding most of the weight of her body. She was very securely strapped down. Shelia could not imagine how this happened. How did she get into a nightmare like this. Then it hit her, she has a perverted husband and anger flowed through her. “Steve, what have you done?” she shouted. She was alone in their garage, naked and hanging in a most obscene manner. Various emotions were flowing through her. She would never allow anyone to do this kind of thing to her. She could not imagine being so exposed. She was furious at Steve. What was worse she also needed to pee. Shelia did not know someone else was watching and enjoying what he was seeing. George had been monitoring the situation and when Shelia shouted he was alerted she was awake and the fun was about to begin. Finally after a long wait and useless struggle Shelia heard the door behind her open. “Steve, is that you?’ she whimpered suddenly afraid of what would happen if it were not him. “Yes, it’s me, who did you think it would be?” he replied in a strange voice. “Take me down from here right now. I can’t believe you did this to me. You are really perverted. You have gone too far,” Shelia cried in a furious tone. “I don’t think so. You look quite good hanging there,” Steve said walking around her. He noticed Shelia’s 34 b breasts while small looked very sexy. She had nice firm ass and Steve patted it as he walked behind her. As he stood in front of her he gazed at the small patch of pubic hair above the slit of her pussy. George had also zoomed in on her body. As he watched he felt his own erection began to grow. He was recording everything. Shelia could not believe her husband was looking at her body like this. She had always attempted to hide her naked body but it was now on full display and there was nothing she could do about it. “Steve, you take me down from here right now or I’ll.” “Or you’ll what?” Steve interrupted not letting her finish her statement. “Please Steve don’t look at me like that. I don’t like you seeing my body,” Shelia cried. She was now becoming afraid of what her husband might do to her. “But I like looking at your body. What nice little pussy you have and a tight ass too. I have never really got to see it but I like it,” Steve replied and laughed. Shelia just looked at this man she thought she had known but her new found fear of him was increasing. Her anger faded replaced by fearful anticipation of what this crazy man might do. Steve had never been abusive but he also had never tied up in the garage. She wondered what he would do next and but could easily see from the evil smile on his face that he was really enjoying himself and did care it was at her expense. “What are you going to do?” Shelia whispered suddenly afraid of this man she had married. She wanted to run and hide but she was trapped and there was nothing she could do but let her husband gaze at her naked body. “Right now I just want to look at your sexy body,” Steve said. “You really do have a nice cunt. Too bad you don’t know how to use it.” Shelia’s angry was diffused with embarrassment. She watched Steve surveyed her body and there was nothing she could do about it. She was also hurt that her husband thought she was a lousy sex partner. There were so many thoughts flooding Shelia’s confused mind she was having a difficult time focusing on what was happening. She watched as she walked over the shelf. She gasped as she saw the camera in his hand. “No, Steve. You can’t take pictures of me like this. Please don’t do this,” Shelia pleaded. She could not believe what was happening. Not only was her husband violating her body, now he was taking pictures of her. Large tears began to flow down Shelia’s cheeks. “I think I can do anything I want to right now,” he said and laughed. He knelt down and took pictures between her legs. Shelia could feel the cool air in the garage flowing past her pussy lips. “Please Steve,” Shelia whimpered as she watched him take another picture of her pussy. “And stop that crying. It is not going to help you now. I am in complete control and you’d better obey me,” Steve said in a forceful tone. He reached up and pinched her left nipple rather hard to make his point. “Owww, that hurt!” Shelia cried as her nipple shot a jolt of pain through her. Even though Shelia’s breasts were small her nipples had always been very sensitive. “Very good Steve,” George commented as he watched Steve in action. George removed his own clothes and was very much enjoying the show. Steve took a quick picture of her as she grimaced. He then attached a small nipple clip and tightened it just enough to squeeze Shelia’s sensitive nipple. “Stop it Steve, you can’t do this.” The pressure on her nipple hurt. However, Shelia suddenly noticed another sensation deep within her bosom. The pain of her nipple was sending pulses of sensation through her body that she could not understand. These sensations were not all painful. Shelia was shocked to find some were actually stimulating. She could not believe there was some aspect of this pain and humiliation that was beginning to sexually excite her. Shelia attempted to change her pattern of thinking. She was not like this and she would have never let anyone do such things to her. She attempted to focus on her anger at Steve. “When I get down from here you will pay Steve,” she thought to herself. However, even with these thoughts of revenge she felt another rush of something she did not want. But after months of sexually frustration this surreal event was arousing an unknown region of her mind. “What is happening to me?” she thought as she unsuccessful fought her awakened libido. Steve continued to take pictures at every position and angle. Shelia had never had her body exposed in such an obscene manner. During their marriage Steve had not often even been allowed to see her naked body. Now on total display, Shelia felt completely humiliated with her husband’s total disregard for her feelings and his obvious enjoyment of what he was doing to her. What was worse she really had to pee. “Please Steve; I have to use the bathroom,” she begged. It seemed focusing on her need to urinate was stifling the sexual aspect of what was happening to her. “Ok.” Shelia sighed feeling some relief thinking her husband would let her down from this nightmare so she could go to the bathroom. However, Steve had another plan. “Let me down,” she pleaded. But instead of him releasing her, he brought a bucket and hung the bucket on the leather strap around her waist. The bucket was now position so it was directly between her spread legs. “Go ahead and pee,” he said and laughed. “No, I can’t do this, not like this. Please Steve,” she pleaded but felt her bladder crying for release. Shelia had never felt so humiliated. Steve was standing before her with his camera ready waiting for her to pee in a bucket. To make matters worse Steve began to press on Shelia’s abdomen and made the urge even greater. He stood there his camera ready to shoot. Shelia was now in tears but she could not hold it any longer. A stream of pee came out of her and she could hear it hitting the bucket. She watched helpless as Steve took pictures of her peeing into a bucket. Shelia gazed at her husband shooting these pictures but as she watched she felt the unwanted sensations return to her body. She could not understand how she could feel sexually stimulated by what Steve was doing to her. Shelia sighed with relief as her bladder emptied but again felt the forbidden sensations gaining strength. “I can’t believe you are doing this to me,” Shelia said now crying. Shelia had never felt so humiliated and degraded in her life. But to her shocked alarm her sexual arousal was increasing. Shelia felt a desire deep within her that was building. Shelia was fighting as hard as she could against this feeling but it seemed her will was evaporating. “Ok, here’s the deal. You cooperate with me and everything will be fine. I have decided we need to spice things up and you don’t really have much of a choice. What would think if Reverend Andrews saw some of these pictures?” Steve added. “You wouldn’t do anything like that,” Shelia answered amazed at how her husband cared so little for feelings and was enjoying her torture. Shelia also could not imagine anyone seeing those pictures. She felt she would die if Reverend Andrews saw her like this. “No, I won’t do anything like as long as you behave like a good wife. Let’s clean you up a bit. You got pee all over yourself yourself, you nasty little girl,” Steve said and laughed. He took the bucket from between her legs. Their two car garage had plenty of room. Shelia was situated at one corner. Steve opened one of the garage doors and walked out carrying the bucket of piss. They had a large yard but if anyone happened to walk by they would be able to see Shelia’s nude body. Shelia shuttered at the thought and another person seeing her like this yet there was nothing she could do. The ropes were tied firmly. Steve returned with the garden hose and shut the door. “Ok, how about a little shower,” Steve said. He aimed the hose at Shelia and began to spray his captive wife with the cold water. “No, Steve, it’s cold,” Shelia screamed as the cold water splashed over her body. Goose bumps began to appear over her body. She noticed as her husband sprayed her, he was also snapping more pictures of her as she struggled against the cold spray. “That should be enough,” Steve commented looking at his wife’s shivering body. “I’m cold Steve,” Shelia whimpered. “I can tell. Your nipples are harder than I have ever seen them,” he replied and pulled on the nipple clamp on her left nipple. “Owww, that hurts!” Shelia cried but against felt the sensation shooting through her body. “It’s good for you,” Steve said putting up the hose. He walked behind her and suddenly whacked her butt. “Owww!” Shelia cried as she felt Steve’s hand spacking her firm ass cheeks. But again Shelia felt the ripple flow through her body creating yet more vibrations that fueled her awakened libido. Steve took a towel and dried his wet wife. He was careful to wipe every spot including her ass. “What are you doing?” Shelia cried as she felt Steve spread her ass cheeks and rub her most private orifice with the towel. She then felt his finger explore her ass crack. “Don’t do that,” Shelia cried. But instead of stopping he pressed his finger on her anus. Shelia grunted as Steve slowly worked his finger up her ass. “Owww!” Shelia cried as she felt his finger enter her asshole. No one had ever done such a thing to her and she had never felt such a sensation. It hurt when his finger entered her tight anus but Shelia was shocked to find something deep within her responding to his finger in her ass. She did not want to like it. It was completely disgusting but something was being triggered inside her and the feeling was gaining strength. “That’s it Steve, stick your finger right up her asshole,” George commented to himself. George had not been this aroused in a long time. His cock was hard in his hands but he did not want to cum yet. He wanted to watch the rest of the show. “Please stop Steve,” Shelia cried as she attempted to pull her body away from his probing finger. However, the strap around her waist allowed very little movement and as she pushed forward it pulled her backward further impaling her ass on his finger. Susan sighed and she felt him slide his finger out. However, her relief was only for a moment as she felt him reach under her and slip his finger in her pussy. “Please Steve,” Shelia cried. However, as Steve massaged her pussy lips Shelia was shocked she was now feeling more of the unwelcome sensations deep within her. “Ohh,” slipped out of her mouth. It seemed there was a pressure beginning to build and Shelia did not want to think of what would happened if she could not control these feelings. She could not imagine letting Steve she could enjoy this treatment. That would be the ultimate humiliation but Shelia felt she was loosing the internal battle with herself. Steve now walked in front of Shelia and knelt down with his face directly between her legs. She looked down and watched him examined her most intimate area. She gasped as his fingers brushed her pussy lips and flicked her clit. She did not want her pussy to respond but she could feel moisture beginning to form. She feared Steve was also sensing something was changing in her, her pussy was becoming wet and he probably could see this. “I think you are beginning to like this,” Steve commented confirming Shelia’s worst fears. “No, please Steve, let me go. Please don’t look at my vagina. I don’t want to do this,” Shelia pleaded but to no avail. There was nothing she could do. To Shelia further horror Steve took several very close photos of her pussy and then leaned over and began to lick Shelia clit with his tongue. “That’s a good boy Steve, eat her pussy,” George said zooming in on Steve’s head. “Please Steve don’t do that, not here. Let’s go into the house and I will do whatever you want,” Shelia pleaded. She was now desperate she would do anything to stop this because she was loosing control. She felt her own sexual tension began building and knew what this meant. His tongue licking her clit and the overall surreal experience of hanging naked in her garage by her sadist husband was having a most undesired effect on Shelia’s body. Steve also could not believe this. He had not really thought about the ramifications of his action. He was mostly following George’s instructions but now sensed his wife was becoming sexually excited. As continued to lick her clit he smiled. If she has an orgasm then there is not much she can say about this little game we are playing. “Your pussy juiced up quite well,” Steve said. He knew she did not want to respond but she was. “And it taste good too.” Shelia felt his finger enter her pussy hole and without thinking she hunched against his finger. “Here, taste your own juice,” Steve ordered as he stood up and rubbed his now pussy wet fingers on her lips. “Please Steve, don’t do this,” Susan cried as she kept her mouth shut but could smell herself on his fingers as he rubbed them on her lips. She watched as he walked over to the counter again but could not see what he had gotten. He now knelt between her legs. George had invented this device and sent it to Steve. He was very interested in how it would work. “What are you doing?” Shelia asked her mind in fog. Against her own will, her body was turning against her. She was now highly aroused and she flinched each time Steve’s fingers brushed her pussy lips. Disgusted with herself, she now wanted Steve to attend to her pussy. Steve knelt down in front of her and very carefully adjusted the straps of the device he was attaching to his wife. This unique device had been purchased from his favorite website and was guaranteed to give every woman the ultimate pleasure. It consisted of two small phallic rods, a small suction cup, and straps to hold it securely in place. “Ahhh,” Shelia sighed as she felt sometime push against her pussy lips and slide into her now very wet pussy hole. “Ohh,” Shelia moaned as she felt another rod push and then invade her asshole. Steve finally adjusted the small suction cup over just the right spot and stood up. “That should do it Shelia,” he said and smile. “What are you talking about?” Shelia asked. It was becoming more difficult for Shelia to think as her mind was now filled with an overload of sensations. She felt lost in a mixture of passion and disgust. She noticed Steve had a small remote control device. He let her see it and she watched as he pushed a button. “Oh my God!” Shelia exclaimed as she felt the rod in her ass began to quiver and vibrate. This sent a shock wave through her body and her body responded but it was not enough. She watched as Steve took pictures of her experiencing this invasion of her ass. Shelia could not help but respond and those deep unwanted sensations began to overwhelm her. The sensations seemed to be moving her body in a most lewd manner against the straps that held her tight. She watched as Steve captured this with his camera. To Shelia’s utter horror the humiliation of the experience was now exciting her, fueling her own sexual desire. Shelia was loosing control. She liked what Steve was doing to her. “Please Steve,” she moaned now not knowing whether she wanted him to stop or to do more to her. Steve pushed another button. “Oh God!” Shelia cried as she felt the shaft in her pussy quiver and began vibrating. She could no longer fight the sexual tension that had built in her body. Her hips now began to gyrate and move back and forth. She did not care that all of this was captured on Steve’s camera. But it was still not enough. “Please Steve! I need you to fuck my pussy,” Shelia cried not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth. Steve pushed one more button. “Ohhhhh!” Shelia screamed as she small suction cup sucked on her clit and began to softly vibrate. This was what Shelia wanted. She felt herself explode. “Oh, it feels so Goooood!” Shelia screamed. She did not care about anything but the raw animalistic emotions flowing through her body. She had never felt such intense sensations and she loved it. Orgasms flowed through her body. She was only dimly aware of Steve snapping pictures of her cumming over and over again. “Ohhh!” George moaned. He could no longer take these erotic scenes he was watching on his computer. His cock erupted in a long spurt of white cum as Shelia writhed in pleasure. Shelia finally collapsed on the ropes holding her and lost consciousness. It had been too much for her. She awakened a few minutes later and found that Steve had readjusted the ropes so she was now bent over with her ass in the air. “Please Steve haven’t you done enough?” Shelia weakly asked. She could not understand what was happening to her. Steve had won and he was not through. “Now it is my time,” Steve said seeing she was awake. “Yeah, go ahead and get you some of that ass,” George commented still watching the proceedings as he wiped the cum off his cock. Shelia was not fully conscious but she awakened quickly when Steve rammed his cock into her tight ass. “No Steve!” Shelia had never been fucked in the ass but even if she had the energy to resist she could not due to her restraints. As his cock first rammed into her asshole she felt the pain of his intrusion. “Oh you have a tight asshole,” Steve shouted as he pounded in and out. Steve continued to ram her ass for a few minutes. Suddenly he popped his cock out of her ass. He now approached her standing in front and pulled her head up by her hair. This placed her face level with his cock and he pumped it. “Yeah, take that bitch!” he cried as the first load of cum hit her in the face. He emptied his entire load on her face adding a further humiliating experience. Shelia was overloaded with emotions and did not know what to feel. The World According to George “Wow, that was fantastic!” he said as the last drops of cum was wiped in Shelia’s hair. Steve quick grabbed his camera and took numerous pictures of her cum soaked face. “I think it is time for a nap,” he said and began to walk toward the door. “No Steve, you can’t leave me out here,” Shelia cried as she feared he was going to leave tied up in the garage. Shelia was no longer sure of what her husband was capable of doing. “You want me to let you go?” he asked in a pleasant voice. “Yes, please,” Susan said looking up at him with her cum dripping face. “If I do then you owe me. Is that understood?” he said in a firm voice. “Yes, I will owe you,” she answered. “Tell me how much liked me fucking your ass,” he ordered. “I liked you fucking my ass,” Shelia replied in defeat. “Ok then,” he said. He straighten Shelia up and she felt his cum run down her face. Steve reached forward and pulled on the nipple clamp. “Owwwh!” Shelia cried. Steve laughed and loosened the clamp. He watched as suddenly the blood and feelings raced back into Shelia nipple. “Owwwh, it burns,” Shelia cried. She wanted to rub her nipples but her hands were still tied. “I think you nipple will be fine,” Steven said. He finally began removing the straps that held her. When he had finally released all the straps Shelia rose unsteady on her feet. She rubbed her tender nipple and slowly made her way inside the house. She quickly retired to the bathroom. She took a long hot bath and wondering what she should do about the day’s strange events. George could not have been more pleased with the results of his experiment. He could see many opportunities but wanted to play with Steve and Shelia again. “I can’t believe you did that to me,” Shelia said. “I can’t believe you were so damn hot. You can really be a great slut when you want to,” Steve answered. “And I got the photos to prove it,” he added. Shelia shuttered at the thought of being called a slut. It suddenly brought bad memories of her relationship with her father. He was always calling her a slut even when she was a little girl. Her mother and father had been having major marital problems and her father often took his anger out on Shelia. The next morning after Steve had left for work Shelia sat on the computer writing in her journal: Dear Journal: I don’t believe what happened yesterday. Steve has been changing but he did things to me I never would have believed he would do. I could not believe it when I awakened tied up in the garage. It was horrible. And then the way he looked at my body. I was totally exposed to him and he looked at everything. Then he began taking pictures. He even took pictures of my vagina. He even held it open with his fingers and took pictures. He even took pictures of me peeing. I was so humiliated. But what really concerns me more is how I reacted. After the initial shock and rage another feeling began growing inside me. I could not control it even though I tried with all my might. The feeling grew and it seemed the more debasing things Steve did to me the more the stronger the feelings became. When he finally put the thing on me sticking it in my ass and vagina I was very sexually aroused. I did not want to be but I was. Then when that thing began sucking on my clitoris I could not believe my body’s reaction. I have never had an orgasm even close to those I had. It scares me that I have such a person inside me that would like such things. I don’t know what Steve will do next but I am more afraid of how much I might like it. I don’t want to become a perverted slut like my father always thought I was. But yesterday taught me how good it can feel to be treated like a slut and I’m afraid. I want Steve to do again. Shelia had no idea that George was there with her. He was both seeing her through the camera and reading what she was writing. The next few days were difficult for Shelia. She had no one she to confide her secret so she felt alone. She had many mixed emotions flowing through her and one of her friends noticed a change in her mood during a local church women meeting. “Shelia, are you feeling okay,” Judy asked after the meeting. “You look depressed,” she continued. “No, I’m okay. Just a little tired, I haven’t been sleeping well,” Shelia replied. She liked Judy but could not trust her with the details of her weird sex with Steve. “Well if there is anything you want to talk about, I’ll be happy to listen,” Judy said. She liked Shelia and she could tell there was something wrong. “It’s just Steve and I are having a few problems,” Shelia responded feeling she needed to at least say something to someone to release some of the pressure she was feeling. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?” “No, it’s just that Steve has changed over the last few months and I don’t like the way he is now,” Shelia explained feeling she might be saying too much but it felt good to confide in someone. “Why don’t we go for a ride and you can tell me about it?” Judy offered. “Ok, maybe just a short ride. I have to get home soon,” Shelia said. She reluctantly got into Judy’s car. Shelia knew she could not tell Judy the details of what had happened. She certainly could not tell her how much she had enjoyed her husband’s abuse and the fantastic orgasm she had but she had to talk to someone. “Steve is always on the Internet and sometimes I don’t like what he is viewing,” Shelia explained. Shelia was fearful of revealing too much information. “I see. He likes to look at pornographic material,” Judy answered easily guessing what troubled Shelia about Steve’s surfing. “Yes, he looks at some of that. He says it spices up our sex life but I think I am telling you too much,” Shelia explained. She was beginning to feel very embarrassed but just needed to tell someone about what she was going through. “Judy, anything you say to me will not go any further than this car, I promise,” Judy said reassuring some of Shelia’s fears. “It is just some of the pictures he has collected are perverted and then sometimes he wants me to do some of the things that I think are wrong,” Shelia continued to explain. “Shelia, you should never do anything you think is wrong. I feel whatever a husband and wife do behind close doors as long as both are agreeable is okay but both have to be agreeable. Do you understand?” “Yes. When we do things sometimes I’m not agreeable but then the things he does to me makes me feel good and I don’t know what I want,” Shelia said. Judy could tell Shelia was becoming upset. However, Judy also wondered what kinds of things Steve was making her do. Judy felt sorry for her friend but she also found she wanted to know more about the kinds of things Steve was making her do. “Does he hurt you?” Judy asked being careful not to press for too much information. “Hurt is not the right word. He does things to me that I don’t want but even though I think it is wrong, it arouses me and then I can’t seem to help what happens.” Judy was intrigued. “I don’t quite understand. What kinds of things does he do that makes you feel that way?” Judy asked hoping she was not going to far with her questions. “Sometimes he ties me up and then puts me in weird positions. I don’t like him to see my body like that but sometimes it arouses me and things happen in my body,” Shelia explained. Judy felt a small rush thinking of her young friend tied up in the nude. Judy was a very conservative woman but she had some secrets too. She too enjoyed surfing around the Internet. Her husband would never believe some of the sites she cruised on her laptop. She was very careful to keep these kinds of things secret from him. “Shelia, you say you don’t like being tied up but sometimes it make you excited?” “Yes, Judy, I get very aroused even though I don’t want to. It is crazy.” “When did all this begin?” Judy asked. “It has only happened once but I know he is going to do it again. I am afraid but what disgust me about myself is that I also want it to happen. I’m sorry Judy, I have said too much. I need to get home before Steve,” Shelia said. “Okay, I’ll take you back to your car. Just remember if you ever need to talk I’m here and whatever you say to me will remain with me,” Judy explained. “Thanks Judy, I appreciate it,” Shelia said as they arrived back at the church. Shelia quickly got into her car and drove away. She felt both better and worse after talking to Judy. On the one hand it felt very good to just tell someone but Shelia hoped Judy was as trust worthy as she said. As Judy got into her car she could not believe what she had heard. Steve and Shelia were one of the most conservative couples in the Church and she would have never thought Steve a pervert. Also, she imagined there must be much more to the story than being tied up for Shelia to be having the reaction she was having. Judy hoped to learn more and as she imagined her friend standing naked she again felt a rush and her hand slipped between her legs as she drove. She pulled into her garage and the garage door closed automatically. Judy’s hand was still between her legs as she cut the engine. There was no one home and her husband was not due for several hours. Judy slipped her pants and panties down and as she sat in the car she began to massage herself. “Oh God!” she whispered. “Let me tie you up Shelia and make you feel good?” she said fantasying about this young girl standing naked before her with her arms tied above her and her legs spread. “Ahhhhh!” she cried as an intense orgasm engulfed her. Judy slowly revived from her orgasm. She sat in the car wondering what had gotten into her. She often masturbated but she had never felt such an intense urge and certainly not while driving. Also, she had never thought about being with another woman but her talk with Shelia had awakened her imagination. She slowly pulled up her pants and walked into the house still thinking about her friend Shelia. Shelia arrived home confused. It seemed to always help her to write in her journal. Dear Journal: I told Judy too much about my problem but she seemed to really care. It felt good to talk to someone but I have problems trusting people. Judy is very nice and she seems to be a good person. I just hope I did not say too much to her. I hope she does not think badly of me. George read this entry and was interested in knowing more of Judy, Shelia’s friend. The next time Steve sat down to the computer George questioned him about Judy. He learned she was 35 years old married with three children. Steve even had a few pictures of her taking at a church social. She was attractive with a firm body. Her breast looked to be about 36 c and she had firm ass. She also had a computer and seemed to know quite a bit about it. These were the perfect type of people for George. Individual who knew enough about computer to get into trouble. “Let Shelia relax for a couple of weeks and then we will have another session,” George explained to Steve. As he said it he flashed a pictures of a girl tied upside down with her legs spread wide. As the picture appeared George gave Steve permission to cum in his pants. Steve had forgotten to wear a condom. It was two weeks later when George instructed Steve to again approach his wife. “I think it is time for us to play again,” he said early one Saturday morning. “I don’t know,” Shelia stammered. She had been waiting for this wondering if she could do it again. She had never experience such an intense series of orgasms but letting her husband humiliate her went again all Shelia’s ideas about being a woman. “Go put on your make up and then meet me in the garage. You won’t need any clothes,” Steve replied. He left the room giving her no chance to say anything more. Shelia felt her body tremble at the thought. She did not think it a good idea and feared how she might react. However, she arose from the bed and began to apply her make up. Steve went to the garage and arranged his various toys. He had even installed two more cameras and now had a digital video camera to tape everything. This cameral also fed directly through the Internet to George. In about 30 minutes Shelia walked through the door. Steve looked at his naked wife and smiled. Shelia looked down. Since the first episode nothing had been said about their new game. They acted as if their life was the same as it had been only both knew things were now different. George also sat at his computer watching the activities. He was now compiling his data and had many more lucrative plans for his new technology. However, George also liked playing with Steve and Shelia. Steve immediately began taking digital photos of his nude wife. Shelia also noticed there was an expensive looking video camera pointed at her. “Come here cunt,” Steve ordered while snapping pictures of her. Shelia shivered at being called a cunt but she went to him watching him take shots from all different angles. There was no part of her body hidden from his camera. “Put this on,” Steve said and handed her a costume. “This is a cheerleader’s out fit. Why do you want me to wear this? Shelia asked. “Just put it on but don’t put on any panties. I want to take pictures of you in it,” Steve replied. George had always liked looking at young cheerleaders and had instructed Steve on the pictures he wanted. They would a good addition to his website of fetish pictures. Shelia did not know what to think. This was something new, now her pervert husband wanted her to dress up like a young teen girl. Shelia did not know what to think but she slipped on the small skirt and sweater over her nude body. She felt silly but then as she felt the short skirt barely covering the fact she had on no panties her feared sexual desires began to awaken deep within her body. She shivered as she felt a tingle go up her spine as she slipped on the sweater and stood before Steve dressed like a high school cheerleader slut. “Very nice,” he said shooting pictures of her. “Turn around and bend over,” he ordered. Shelia turned around and bent over exposing most of her ass. “Bend over more and pull up your skirt,” Steve commanded. Shelia complied and revealing all she had to offer. She felt cool air on her tender under flesh. She also felt something else as she bent over exposing her ass to the world. It was beginning to build deep within her. She knew it was wrong but she wanted it. “Spread your legs.” She spread her legs as Steve took the pictures. “Spread your butt cheeks so I can see your asshole.” She did as directed. “Okay, turn around and put up your skirt.” Again she complied standing before Steve with her cheerleader’s skirt pulled up so that her pussy was plainly visible as he took pictures. This continued for about 30 minutes with Steve taken ever kind of revealing pose possible. He then took the video camera and filmed her in various obscene poses and gestures. They even went out into the backyard even though Shelia was afraid of being seen she followed him. As each different pose and debasing gesture Shelia felt the deep passion growing inside her. She did not know what to do but it felt so good. “Okay, come back in the garage and take off the outfit.” As Shelia stood totally naked before Steve, he attached a Velcro band around both wrists and ankles. He then fastened rope to these securing them. Each rope was attached to a pulley and soon Shelia was standing on tiptoes with her arms pulled high in the air and her legs spread apart. George simply watched from his chair in Belize. He now sat stroking his cock as Steve and Shelia played their little games. Again the same type scenario occurred. Steve attached the butterfly type stimulating device that went into both Shelia’s pussy and asshole with the clit suction tip. When he applied the juice Shelia went wild being unable to control her pent up sexual desire. Then Steve fucked her ass and shot off in her face. Each time Shelia would begin with fear and trepidation but these strong emotions were soon replaced by a sexual tension that began deep within her. Then the more Steve debased her, the stronger these impulses became. The orgasms produced were always very intense and wonderful. Shelia was very afraid of the way she was feeling about things. She did not know what she was becoming. After several of these sessions Shelia was again talking to Judy as they drove to a meeting. “Shelia, are things going okay between you and Steve?” Judy asked. Judy had wanted to ask Shelia about his for sometime but this was the first opportunity where they were alone. “Yes, we are still having problems although Steve does not think so,” Shelia answered. “So he continues to want you to do things you don’t want to do?” Judy continued. “Yes, but what upsets me is how much I like what he is doing to me at the time. Then afterwards I feel very bad. Sometimes I feel like a slut,” Shelia explained. “Shelia, you are not a slut. You are having sex with your husband. That is normal. It is what a wife does,” Judy said attempting to console her friend. “I know but when I do these things it really feels good and I loose control of myself. Steve loves it when I loose control but I hate it.” “So he is still tying you up and stuff?” Judy asked hoping Shelia would give her some details. “Yes, he takes me to the garage and does things to me there. He put things on my wrists and ankles so he can attach ropes to them and then he hangs them on hooks. I can’t move. I can only stand there naked and let him do things to me. He even takes pictures of me like that. I don’t know what I would do if anyone ever saw those pictures,” Shelia explained. Shelia and Judy arrived at their destination so the subject was quickly dropped. Judy walked into the meeting thinking about her young friend hung naked in the garage. She could feel some moisture between her legs. She also thought about the pictures and how much she would like to see them. Steve and Shelia’s play usually occurred once every two weeks. Each time Shelia was totally satisfied even though she hated what he was doing to her. George had enjoyed this at first but anything can get old. He had programmed the couple to play their games every two weeks. He had excellent quality video of it all and ran this video on his website that now totaled about 400 members. He wanted to keep the group small. He wanted mostly middle class individuals who knew something about computer but not enough to have any suspicions their computers were controlled. A few times George had encountered law enforcement surfers. He could quickly identify these individuals by their computer content. George was able to make his site go dead on these computers and there was little they can do about it. His site would simply no longer load on any of their computers. Sometimes he shut entire hubs off his internet connection for his own protection. George decided to push the limit on Steve and Shelia. This was not before George had been able to do some programming to her during her journal writings times on the computer. However, she was much less susceptible to his manipulations so he was unable to control her as he did Steve. He found he could only stimulate desires in her that were always present. The session went normal to the point where she stood before Steve with her arms pulled high into the arm and her legs spread. At this point Steve stood behind her. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. When Shelia opened her mouth Steve quickly inserted a ball gag and fastened the strap around her head. She could not say anything. Even when she attempted to scream, she found she could make very little sound. She immediately became worried. This was something new. What did Steve have in mind? The World According To Men The name is Richard Raymond. Friends call me Dick. And I absolutely live up to the name. In just about every way. At first glance, I seem like any regular Joe in the big city. Standing six feet six inches tall, somewhat heavyset but still solid, with dark brown skin and short hair. Just a big and tall, well-dressed and clean-shaven black man strolling down the street. I am thirty six years old, and hold a bachelors degree in Criminal Justice from Boston University. I also hold a Master's of science degree in Criminal Justice from Suffolk University. I used to work for the Boston Police Department as a patrol officer. I stopped working in the field of law enforcement because I saw too much. Too many men and women with guns, doing terrible things to their fellow human beings. I walked away from it all. That was three years ago. These days, I teach at the Samson College of Criminal Justice in downtown Boston. It's a school which focuses on the study of criminal justice, fire science and other public service related fields. I enjoy being a professor there. I am also the advisor of some at-risk students at the Men's Center. Recently, Samson College decided to do for its young men what it has been doing for its young women for decades at the campus Women's Resource Center. Offer them academic support and free counseling when needed. If you ask me, it's about bloody time. My good friend, Samson College Athletic Director Leroy Brownstone is a cool cat. We've known each other since our days as football players at Boston University. Back then, we were a couple of tall, lean brothers playing college football and having fun. We were on top of the world. Those were the days, folks. Back when Boston University had a Division One football team. Leroy was one year behind me and at one time, I dated his older sister Veronique. It nearly caused a rift between us but we got over it. Veronique was a tall, fine-looking sister with a cute face and the big booty from hell. Pardon my French. We had fun together, but that's all it was. In the end, we both wanted different things. These days, Veronique is married to a software developer and lives in Rhode Island. What I liked about my buddy was his open mind and keen awareness of how things are and how they could be improved. He's always been a force for change for as long as I've known him. Leroy has recently introduced football to Samson College. It was part of an effort to boost male enrollment. I thought it worked. Samson College is forty nine percent male these days, better than it's been in years. This was reflected in the athletic department too. Currently, we field men's and women's Basketball, men's and women's Ice Hockey, men's and women's Gymnastics, men's Fencing, women's Volleyball, men's and women's Soccer, men's and women's Swimming, men's Football, men's Baseball, women's Softball, men's and women's Track & Field, men's and women's Bowling and women's Equestrian. We compete in the NCAA Division Two. Anyway, back on topic. Leroy sent me this young man named Jordan Simmons. A big and tall young black man who recently transferred to our school from Elmira College in New York. He was a hothead, I could tell by the looks of him. Leroy was a recent addition to the Men's Track & Field team. He'd gotten into a scuffle with a teammate and due to complaints from the coach, he was in danger of being cut from the team. This would make his athletic scholarship vanish and he might be forced to drop out. If he continued to be a problem. Leroy sent him to me because he thought this young man might be salvageable. The first time Jordan came to my office, he spent a few minutes cracking his knuckles as I talked to him. He appeared to look virtually everywhere else as I told him why he was where he was. When I finished, he stared at me blankly and said I was the most long-winded speaker he'd seen in ages. I stared at him, somewhat surprised. This young brother had quite a mouth on him! I smiled, crossed my arms and simply looked at him. Jordan looked at me for a long time without saying anything. After about two minutes, he broke into a wide grin. I shook my head. Oh, he was something alright. A tough nut to crack. Not the sort of man who would let anyone walk all over him. He was an Alpha through and true. Just like me. This was the first of many meetings between the two of us. Initially, we just spent time talking. We talked about everything from college sports to politics and the state of the affairs in black America. Jordan seemed to have a good grip on the grim reality of what was happening in America. The economy was down. People were going crazy. Businesses were failing. Despair reigned everywhere. Yet even in that darkness, there was light. Jordan's words, not mine. When I asked him what he meant by that, he told me that he felt thrilled to be living in today's world. A world where a black man was President of the United States, a black woman was Mayor of Atlanta, a black man was Governor of Massachusetts and a black man was Governor of New York. Black men and black women had come a long way. Yet we still had a long way to go. Jordan had strong opinions about that. He felt that the black community ought to unite. Send more black men and black women to college instead of prison. He was quite emotional during this sharing session. I smiled, looking at this brilliant, and quite misunderstood young brother. Jordan was an okay guy when you got to know him. Seriously. Like many young black men, he felt that the world was hostile to him. Not just white men and white women but his fellow African-Americans as well. Such is the experience of the black male in America. Jordan was a smart guy from a fairly interesting background. His father, Luther Simmons, was a state trooper back in New York. His mother Beatrice Jamestown Simmons was a schoolteacher. From what Jordan told me, Beatrice was not exactly mommy dearest. She was a mean-spirited gal who mistreated her husband and her son. It eventually led to the breakup of a family. Jordan's father divorced her a few months before he graduated high school. Jordan didn't like living with his mother. He left as soon as he could. Elmira College proved to be his escape. He'd been accepted there on a full academic scholarship. For a time, things were looking up for the young brother. Until she tracked him down. That's when everything started to go wrong. So, Jordan Simmons transferred to a school in the state of Massachusetts. The last place anyone would think to look for him. I looked at Jordan sympathetically. I knew all about relationships with abusive women. I almost married one, once. A charming African-American sociopath by the name of Alexandra Fitzgerald. She was a rookie cop I met during my last year at the Boston Police Department. We had a whirlwind romance. Even got engaged. Yeah, she seemed like she was really something. Good-looking, smart and extremely good at reading people. I thought I had found a kindred spirit. Unfortunately, she was pure evil. The gal had no conscience whatsoever. We broke up three days before what would have been our wedding day. Last I heard, she was placed on suspension for using excessive force during an interrogation. Yeah, she was that bad. So believe me when I tell you that I sympathize with Jordan and what he's been through. Jordan looked so sad after telling me the story of how his mother mistreated, manipulated and reviled him. That woman was a monster. He was right to get away from her. If he didn't, she might have destroyed his life. I gently touched Jordan's shoulder, and told him that I understood. I too had been in a relationship with an abusive woman. People like us, male victims of interpersonal relationship abuse, weren't as uncommon as most people might think. I promised Jordan that my door would always be open for him. Anytime. I would be there for him no matter what. I gave him my email and cell phone number. He could contact me anytime, anywhere. He seemed surprised by this. I smiled, and told him that us big brothers should support the younger ones. He smiled, and nodded gravely. We shook hands, and he left my office. I smiled as I watched him go. He's a very promising young man. Smart, funny, with great potential. I can't think Leroy enough for getting me appointed as Director of the Samson College Men's Center. It was what I was meant to do. To protect, mentor and guide young college men and help them in their journey toward the future. Modern men like ourselves shouldn't always play things close to the chest. We should speak up about what we go through, what is done to us, and what we've done. Those who hate us know we tend to keep things inside and they're counting on us to shield them and their evil deeds from exposure because we don't want to appear weak. Well, not anymore. Today this ends. We men will start speaking up about what we go through and doing something about the things which commonly plague us.