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The Card Game

By: Shoota



The two couples have been friends for several years. They had become very close friends. Carl and his wife Arie had never strayed from their marriage partner and their sex life was nothing to get upset about. On the other hand Benji and Asia were the type who just might have explored other possibilities in the past. That was the feeling Carl and Arie had about them but it never got in the way of their friendship.

Both couples enjoyed each others company and at times spent a lot of time at each others house playing cards and such. There was constant joking and kidding with the sexual connotations attached.

Carl finally made up his mind about going beyond the jokes and talk. He decided to try and convince Arie to go along with him on his plan. This was not going to be easy but what the heck; it was worth a try. There would be some details of his plan not shared with Arie because Carl was convinced she might not go along with it. If his plan worked out, she might get caught up in the emotions of the situation and go way beyond Carl's imagination.

Carl thought he would get Arie to wear one of her somewhat see-through blouses and a pair of tight jeans when Benji and Asia came over Saturday night. Arie was not one to show off or give anyone a free shot of her magnificent body. Convincing her to wear the blouse was one thing but without a bra would be almost impossible. When Arie wore it bra-less for Carl it was a real turn on and sure to drive any man crazy. 

The invitation was given for Benji and Asia to come over for a night of game playing and the task of getting Arie to "play" along was now at hand. 

Carl asked Arie if she would do something out of the ordinary for him tonight when Benji and Asia came over. With a suspicious look in her eye she hesitantly inquired what he expected of her. 

"Well" Carl said, "I thought you could wear this tonight when Benji and Asia came over" holding the special blouse up.

"You've got to be kidding!" Arie said. "There is no way I will wear something without a bra in front of anyone but you."

"Aw come on, I have always wanted to see the look on his face if you came out wearing something like that. His jaw would hit the floor and I would love to see him wanting you knowing he couldn't have you. It would be pure torture on him." Then Carl asked her "wouldn't you enjoy that too?"

Arie emphatically replied she would not do it.

Carl gave up on his plan of making Benji sweat and pant like a dog at the sight of his beautiful wife.

The doorbell rang and Carl yelled out to Arie he would get it because he knew it was his friends arriving for the evening of the usual card games. Somewhat disappointed about his failure to get Arie to go along with his plan he shuffled toward the front door to let them in. Arie called back to Carl to hold up she wanted to greet their arrival.

Carl was stopped in his tracks when Arie came down the hall from their bedroom wearing those tight jeans and the see-through blouse. He could not believe his eyes. It wasn't Benji's jaw that hit the floor but his. Carl never knew he could get an erection so fast as the one he had now. As she walked past him he noticed she had not completely fulfilled he request, instead of being bra-less she was wearing a lacy push-up bra underneath the blouse which was better than showing it all.

Ari got to the door and Carl wished he owned a camera because he knew the look on Benji's face was going to be one to remember. The door was opened and the look not only on his face was incredible but Asia had a look on her face as though she had been set up some how. She knew Arie was an attractive woman but tonight she was bordering on temptress.

Although Asia was also an attractive woman, she was not nearly as curvaceous as Arie. Asia soon got over her shock but Carl knew Benji would never be the same again. 

The appearance of his face seemed to change completely. It was as though his mouth was watering but he could not swallow. It took a long while for Benji to get his eyes off Arie's breast. This was a major turn on for Carl.

Carl was enjoying this as much as he had enjoyed anything for a long time. His erection had not gone down and he knew Benji was in the same condition as he was. Carl thought to himself "if I don't get some relief soon this thing is going to explode." A quick glance at Benji confirmed Carl's thoughts; he too had a major bulge in his Levi's.

Carl never thought his plan would be as exciting as it was turning out to be. The original purpose was to merely have his wife's appearance tease Benji out of his mind. At this point of the evening though, it had turned out to be a tremendous turn on for Carl too. He had no idea what was going on inside Arie's head, but his head was spinning. He could just imagine the erotic ideas Benji was thinking. 

Carl was ready for the evening to be over so he could make passionate love to his wife but the games had not even started yet. 

Everyone gathered around the kitchen table for some snacks and small talk. The usual comments and compliments were passed around between the two couples. There was particular emphasis on how great Arie looked this evening by Benji. Carl was absolutely eating this up because he knew Benji was being tortured by the way he kept admiring Arie.

The time had come to begin playing cards so everyone went into the den where the card table was set up. Each one took a seat opposite their partner then Arie excused herself to the main bathroom. After she had left the room Benji immediately asked Carl what was up with Arie,

"What do you mean, what's up with her?" Asked Carl.

Benji fired back. "You know what I mean. She has never worn anything like that before. You are always bragging about how she dresses up for you, but I never thought I would see the day when she dolled up with me around."

"That's right," added Asia. "I wish she had let me in on the secret because I could have slipped something on that may have helped Benji keep his hungry eyes on me once in a while."

Carl was really excited to hear this from them. He did not expect his plan to have this much effect. He knew Benji would go a little crazy but now it sounded as if Asia wanted to juice up the electricity with something of her own.

Carl began to shuffle the cards as he could hear Arie coming toward the den. His back was toward the direction she was coming from but he knew something had changed because Benji and Asia had a strange look in their eyes.

Carl turned to see what had gotten their attention. His heart began to pound and he thought he was having a heart attack. He had seen his wife in sexy clothes before but when she came into the room wearing the sheer blouse, this time bra-less, it was more than he could stand.

Benji could hardly contain his emotions. He promptly responded with barroom type come-ons. He acted as though his wife was not in the same room, which by now was beginning to get to Asia.

"Oh Baby! Come over here and sit in my lap so I can get a real good look at you." Benji was almost out of control and Carl wondered if things had not gone a little too far. 

Although Carl was enjoying the fact his wife's appearance was driving his friend crazy, he was now speculating as to how this would end.

To Carl's surprise Arie was taking everything in stride, as though she was in total control. 

Arie just laughed and smiled as things progressed. It appeared with every comment and gesture she sat a little straighter and held her head a bit higher. She actually seemed to be enjoying this. Carl expected some kind of reaction from Benji and Asia but nothing like this from Arie.

Things settled down somewhat when the two couples began to actually play cards. Benji was still sneaking a look now and then but other than poor card playing it was beginning to resemble a routine evening. After several games the group took a short break to get some refreshments. The guys took theirs to the den and the two women stayed in the kitchen.

Benji was interrogating Carl as to why Arie had suddenly come out of her shell, while at the same time Arie was explaining the situation to Asia.

Asia asked Arie if there was something she could slip into out of her closet to gain some attention of her own. Arie was more than happy to accommodate her. They sneaked off to the bedroom to really turn up the heat. Arie may have been quiet and reserved on the outside, but she knew how to please her man.

"What's the deal with your dressing this way," asked Asia? "I have never seen you like this."

"Well Carl pleaded with me to do it just to tease Benji" said Arie. "At first I said no way, but the more I thought about it, I started thinking it might be fun to see Carl's reaction as well. I was kinda hoping to turn the tables on him."

"If you really want to turn the tables on him tonight then let's work together," said Asia.

"It depends on what you have in mind," Arie replied. Her mind was churning as fast as it could. She knew Asia was the type willing to try anything once or maybe twice if she really liked it. Her suspicions were about to be confirmed and the question was would she be willing to go through with Asia's idea. 

Carl was becoming a little impatient with the longer than expected delay in the card game. He was tired of explaining to Benji about Aries' new look and was ready to get the evening over so he could bed his wife. "Come on you two, let's play."

Carl didn't realize what he had just said, but it was somewhat ironic that is exactly what the girls had in mind.

Arie and Asia came into the room trying not to arouse the two guy's attention. Asia followed Arie closely until they took their seats. Now her new look was revealed. She had adopted the sheer; no bra standard set by Arie earlier in the evening.

Carl looked at Benji and Benji looked at the ladies. Then Carl looked at the women with his mouth wide open. 

"Carl please close your mouth, no one wants to see your cavities" Arie told him.

Now it seemed Carl's plan had gone awry. He was now the target. Will he be able to control his emotions, unlike Benji? So far it didn't look like he was going to be able to stand the pressure. 

Carl's mind was racing 100 miles per hour. He was already aroused because of Aries' sexy look and now he is confronted with Asia looking pretty good herself. He had, at times, wondered what it would be like to be with Asia but his dedication to Arie never let him dwell on the thought too long. 

Carl's thoughts now turned to what was going through Aries' mind. For the first time he could not predict her reaction. What started out as a gag on Benji, Arie had now put in a new twist. Was she in some way signaling something to Carl? He was bewildered with Aries' reaction and Asia's getting in on the act. Obviously they had conceived a plan of their own when they were alone together.

Carl decided to play it cool. He was along for the ride. If Arie wanted play the game then that is how it would be for the rest of the night. Since she held the cards, Carl would hold his hand close to his chest and see if Arie was gambling or bluffing.

"Come on guy's let's play cards, it's getting late," cried out Carl.

Everyone agreed so back to the game they went, laughing and carrying on as their normal routine was. 

After a few hands Arie got up from the table to get a drink from the kitchen while the next hand was being dealt. Benji called out to her to please bring him one also and Arie called out from the kitchen to see if anyone else wanted anything. Asia said she would like a snack since she was taking orders. Then Carl jumped in with a request to complete the circle around the table.

Arie finally, after a few minutes, ask for some help with everything she had to bring into the den. Benji was the first to jump up to offer his assistance claiming he was the only gentleman present.

When Benji left the room to help Arie in the kitchen Carl looked toward Asia. She had a strange look in her eye as if she was saying something to Carl without speaking any words. Carl felt as though she was saying let's do something because those two in the kitchen are. 

Carl's heart started pounding. His blood was pumping directly into one particular part of his body and he had thoughts of it exploding right there in his pants. He told himself to hold on, don't do anything foolish. He did not want to believe his wife was getting it on in the kitchen with another man. He quickly decided to give the situation a few minutes so he could clear his head. If they didn't appear from the kitchen soon, he would know something was going on.

The hungry look from Asia was penetrating. Carl could not escape the feeling of Asia wanting him to play a game other than cards. Even though he had in the past entertained thoughts of what it would be like to experience an episode with her, he just couldn't pull the trigger.

Then Asia encouraged Carl again. Sheepishly she asked him "I wonder what is taking them so long? I may need to go in there and check on them to make sure everything is all right."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Why don't you check on them," Carl responded. 

In his mind he was relieved Asia would be in another room and the pressure she was applying on him would be off. 

As Asia got up to leave the room, Carl already could feel the pounding in his lower body begin to subside. 

Meanwhile in the kitchen Benji and Arie were in close proximity of each other. It appeared Arie was about to get more help than she had bargained for. Benji had positioned himself behind her so as not to give her a way out except through him. It was becoming obvious what he had on his mind.

Arie turned to find Benji flush up against her pinning her between him and the kitchen counter. "All I needed was for someone to carry the drinks Arie said, don't you think you're a bit too close."

Benji quietly replied in almost a whisper. " I knew you needed help with the drinks but with the way you look tonight I've got a thirst for something other than what is in that glass. You are just incredibly irresistible. I have never seen you dressed so sensual. I have undressed you a million times in my mind. The way you are dressed tonight makes me ache from wanting to see more."

"Well this is all you're going to see," Arie said.

This didn't seem to affect Benji though, because he kept up the pressure for more. "I know you and Asia had this planned when you two went to the back of the house. I told Carl to get ready for the night of his life because I had a sneaky feeling something was going to happen."

"No way Benji! We went back there to get something for Asia to wear to get your attention off of me, nothing else," Arie pleaded.

"Listen, I know how you two are," Benji shot back. "You're always trying to get something over on Carl and me. Carl told me it was your idea to dress up for me tonight. He said you wanted to see just how far I would go when it was right in front of me. He said you two had bet I would run like a scared rabbit." 

"No-no-no big boy, that's not it at all. I can't believe Carl told you such a tale. This outfit is his foolish plan to see how you would react," said Arie.

Benji was doing his best to convince Arie to take things to the next level but without much success. His mind was in overdrive trying to figure out what it would take to get this beautiful woman to undress for him. If he could get her to that point she just might keep going.

"Now's the time to go ahead with your secret plan." Benji was making all this up as he went along hoping to hit on something or maybe just persuade Arie into whatever he could come up with. "I know what it is," Benji said. "We were suppose to see both of you strip in front of us after finishing with the card game."

"No way Benji. You've gone way out there with that one," answered Arie. "You're out in the ozone."

Benji puts both arms around Arie without touching any of the goods and pulls her tight against him. Knowing she can feel his hardness he says, "see what you have done to me, and it's not the first time you've done that to me either. I just can't believe there is not some special reason for you being so seductive tonight." 

At this he spins Arie around and holds her by the shoulders. Looking her up and down his eyes stop on her breasts, which at this point were fully aroused. Then staring into her eyes he makes his move. He slides his hands down her sides until they come to rest at her hips.

Arie cringes a bit but doesn't move. Whether it is from fear or from desire she cannot seem to move.

Benji tries one more thing to make sure he has a green light before he goes any further. 

"With us being alone in here that leaves Asia and Carl alone together in the den. You haven't heard a word out of them, so what does that tell you. They are probably already having their fun while we stand here and talk,"says Benji.

With that being said Benji moves his hands slowly upward pulling her sheer blouse from being tucked into her jeans. With the blouse completely out of her jeans this gives Benji full access to Aries' breast.

Aries' head is saying stop but her body is saying go. Everything is happening so fast it seems. She has never been in this situation before. She knows this is wrong but for some unknown reason she feels the urge to go ahead. 

Arie had always tried to fulfill Carl's' every fantasy. Was this another one of his wild fantasies and if it was, was this one going too far? Aries' mind was asking questions while Benji's hands were seeking answers.

Benji slips his hands under Aries' blouse and moves them slowly upward until they gently caress her aching breasts.

Arie gasps for air as if someone had poured ice water down her back. It was unnerving yet somewhat welcome. She didn't want this to happen but she was now in a state of pleasure like she had never been before. Her head falls back, and her eyes close in full submission to Benjis' touch.

Unnoticed was Asia peeping around the corner, taking all of this in. Remaining silent, she is enjoying every bit of this. This is her cue to move back to the den to Carl.

When she turns to head back to the den she sees Carl quietly coming toward her. Asia motions for him to be quiet and they swap places at the corner. 

Carl takes her place to observe what is happening in the kitchen with his wife. To his amazement his wife has given herself to the desires of another man. Benji was massaging Aries' breasts and she seemed to be enjoying it. 

How could she do this? This was not part of his plan… or was it? Had he subconsciously wanted things to work out this way? He had wondered many times what it would be like to watch his wife make love to someone else. Now it appeared he would soon find out.

Then Carl feels a tug on his arm from Asia that breaks his frozen stare. He looks at her and that "come on" look is back in her eyes. He feels helpless as she leads him by the hand to the den. He doesn't even sense his feet touching the floor as he walks behind her. It is as though he was floating. 

Both Carl and Arie sense the wrongness of the situation they find themselves in, but they seem powerless or unwilling to stop it from happening.

Carl and Asia enter the den as she leads him to the couch. 

Carl is in a zombie-like state. What was happening in his house is exactly the same thing he had secretly wondered about many times before. Now that it was actually transpiring in front of his eyes he couldn't enjoy it to the fullest. He was constantly questioning himself about the right or wrongness of it all.

Carl was having the same feelings his wife was, he wanted it, but he didn't want it. Then for some reason Carl becomes as soft clay in Asia's hands. While all of this was going through his mind she had removed her top and had positioned his hands on her breasts.


The Card Game



I am an amateur photographer and advertised for a mature woman who would be prepared to pose for a photo shoot. Several replies turned out to be useless and then one day the phone rang. The woman explained she was 65 but in good shape although a little podgy, but willing to pose if I was interested. I suggested she call round and we could see how things went. She asked what to wear and I said just her normal day wear but to have stockings on. She agreed and said she would come about midday. 

True to her word she arrived on time, she was wearing a blue dress under her coat, and looked very nice. We introduced ourselves, her name was Patricia, I showed her into my lounge and as she passed her perfume was quite heady, I told her to take seat and we could discuss what I wanted her to do. I explained that any pictures would be mine to do with as I saw fit to send to magazine for the more mature clientele of maybe the internet. 

“Do you agree to that condition?”

“Well yes, I suppose so, will you pay me” she asked

“Of course” I explained the rates and she seemed quite happy.

She sat in the armchair and crossed her legs, which looked very nice and shapely. She was definitely the woman I was looking for and seemed very happy to talk. 

“If I asked you to take your clothes off what would you say” as I took the first picture.

“Well I assumed you would want something along those lines so I suppose I would have to agree, wouldn’t I” she smiled at me “You will have to tell me what you want me to do, I have never done anything like this before and feel rather nervous”

“Well before we start let me get you a drink to calm your nerves, what will it be”

“Oh, a gin and tonic please”

“Ok, while I get your drink, slip off your pants” I thought I would test her to see the reaction. I got up and went to the drinks cabinet. As I poured her drink she slithered out of her underwear and re-crossed her legs as if was the most natural thing in the world. She accepted the gin and tonic and sipped it then placed the glass onto the side table. 

“I’m very nervous can we talk for a while so that I can calm down a little?”

“Of course Patricia, tell me something about yourself”

“Well I'm 67 not 65, sorry I lied but I didn’t think you would give me a chance if you knew the truth” 

“I probably wouldn’t have done, but having met you I’m glad you lied” carry on.

“I’m married but my husband is rarely at home so I have to find things to do with my time and when I saw your ad I thought I’d go for it”

“What sort of sex do you enjoy?” I asked expecting her to leave, but she smiled at me and replied that she had tried most things, but oral and anal sex gave her a buzz.

“That’s interesting, I didn’t have you down as someone who would perform that type of sex act, would you open your legs a little so I can see your pussy?” again I was keen to see if she would do as I wanted.  As I was to discover she was very keen to please.

“If that’s what you want me to do,” she said, lifting her left leg and putting her foot on the chair. Her dress slid up over her thighs exposing her cunt so I could photo her, she was shaved of pubic hair, which left her cunt exposed. 

“Stay like that and tell me more.”

“Well my husband sometimes brings friends home late after the pub. They are usually well gone but one night they decided to play cards. As usual I got them all drinks and then went to bed. I had my bath and slipped into my nightdress, got into bed to read. I must have dozed of because in the background I heard my husband calling 

‘PAT, PAT Get down here.’

I realised I wasn’t dreaming, so got up, put on my negligee, I didn’t have a dressing gown and went down stairs. The four of them were out of drinks. 

‘Get us more drinks, and stay down here.’ My husband seemed to be in a bad mood, losing again I thought. 

“Before you go on with your story, open your legs further” she did as I asked putting her hand between her open thighs and lightly rubbed her cunt.

“As I put down the drink for Kurt who was across the table I stretched over and my husband flipped my nightclothes up exposing my legs and bottom. I was shocked, but before I could pull them down my husbands friends started to clap and cheer. 

My husband said, ‘the lads can’t see what Frank and I can you'd better show them what they want to see.’ 

I objected strongly, but my husband stood up. 

‘Do as I say or I’ll do it for you’ 

he was really in a foul temper and I knew from the past that if he didn’t get his own way he could be quite cruel, so I turned round with my back to them and slowly pulled my clothes up.  “Well you’ve certainly got lovely legs is your bum as nice,” I said which made her laugh. “Stretch your right leg over the arm of the chair for me” which she did her cunt more exposed to the camera. She didn’t seem to mind doing whatever I asked so I told her to go on with her story.

“Well having stood there for a few seconds I let my clothes drop. They all sighed and chanted spoilsport and returned to their card game. My husband told me to sit on the sofa until they wanted another drink. I sat down and swung my legs up to get comfortable while they played on. As they dealt the cards for another hand Peter the fourth member of the group leant over and whispered something into my husbands ear, which he roared with laughter at,

‘What a good idea Pete I’m sure she will’ looking over at me. ‘Pete suggested that rather than play for money we play for you! That’s ok isn't it?’

I wanted to refuse but knowing how he would react I nodded.”  “While you tell me the rest of this fantastic story stand up and take your dress off so I look at you almost naked.” she stood and looked at me. “Lift your dress and show me your legs.” She unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it down to expose a nice white brassiere. She then pulled the hem up to show her stocking clad legs.

‘Shall I put my pants back on, I feel odd?”

“Yes, that will make a nice picture and then carry on with your tale”

“Well they came to the end of the hand and Kurt won it. 

‘It’s your choice make it good.’ Frank said. 

‘Let me think he said, pull your negligee up so we can see the front of you’. 

They all turned to look as I slowly did what he asked. I got it to the top of my thighs and stopped, 

‘Come on lets see more!’ My husband said glowering at me. 

I crossed my legs and pulled a little higher so my pubic hair was now on show. When I thought they had had their peek I went to pull it down.

‘Stay as you are’ my husband snapped ‘I might win a hand if they're distracted.’ 

They played another hand my husband the winner. 

‘Pull it up so we can see your tits.’ this was typical of him he's always wanted to embarrass me when he's drunk so I did what he said and pulled my nightdress up further.”  “Before you go on turn around so I can photograph your bottom” she complied.

“Well I lay on the sofa naked from the neck down with these men looking at me. The next hand went to my husband, 

‘Stand up and take off your nightdress and let them have a good look at you’ 

I stripped down for them and they stared.

‘Nice arse.’ said Pete, 

‘I prefer the legs very nice.’ this from Kurt. 

‘Put your negligee back on and get us some more drinks’, my husband said. 

I picked up my clothes, put it back on and then refreshed their drinks putting up with a grope from Frank. 

‘Now lay on the sofa with it open so the lads can see you.’

I did what I was told folding the shear material over my nakedness. 

‘No he said and keep one foot on the floor’. 

This would mean that my legs would be open so they could see my vagina. I lay there while they complimented my husband on such a sexy wife. 

‘Does she do tricks’ Kurt asked 

‘She will if I tell her to’. 

The next hand went to Frank ‘I want her to stand on that puff with her legs open so we can see her cunt, what you reckon.’ 

‘Yeah I think so.’ my husband said. ‘Do what he said’, my husband was not to be put off. 

I stood up and went over to the small leather puff, which was wider than its length. I got up onto it.”  While she told me her story she leant forward and I took another picture, this session was proving good value for money.

“I stood on the puff and was told to stand with my legs as far apart as the stool would allow which was quite wide. Frank said that as it was his idea he wanted a close up. 

My husband laughed and said ‘Get as close as you like.’ 

Frank stood up and came close to me and then slipped my negligee off my shoulders then knelt in front of me staring up between my legs. I was now completely exposed to his stare. 

‘What a lovely cunt mate! You lucky bastard I bet she's a great fuck’. 

My husband grinned ‘Yeah not bad she even takes it up the arse provided you cocks not too big.’ 

I was amazed at what he had just said. I have tried anal sex and quite enjoyed it but it wasn’t a regular thing. Frank then stood up and walked behind me. 

‘What an arse I could fuck that’ he said. 

This was too much, I got off the stool and fled the room in tears and went to the study and locked the door. I heard peals of laughter in the other room.”

“Show me how you were standing that night.” She put her left leg onto the chair.

“Something like this, but of course I was nearly naked at the time do you want to hear more?”

I just nodded and continued taking shots.

“Well I stayed in my husbands study for quite a while calming down. I put his little TV on; of course there wasn’t much on that time of night so I decided to look at a video. I pressed the play button. Did I get a shock; the film was of the same men in the lounge plus my husband but in someone else's house. They obviously had been playing cards but in the background I could see a large wooden cross fixed to the wall. Tied to it was Kurt's wife, who I knew, completely naked apart from a leather gag and long black boots. The men ignored her. Well I continued to watch, fascinated as to what was coming next. The hand was obviously won, and by the looks of things by my husband. Someone picked up the video and approached the woman. She looked very scared, her breasts were heaving as she strained against her bindings, and her arms were tied by leather belts around her wrists and pulled high up on the cross. Her ankles were fixed by gold chains her legs forced wide apart, her vagina quite prominent, I have to admit it was a very sexy site; I have been tied by my husband and found it very much a turn on. My husband had a cat-o-nine tails in his hand, which he stroked over the woman's breasts then he stepped back and whipped her over her tits. Her nipples, which had been flaccid, began to harden, he whipped her again and I could see tears on her cheeks, her nipples were now engorged and huge, the teat was at least an inch long sticking out from her areolas. One of the men picked up an enormous dildo with straps attached. He put his fingers into a jar of some sort of gel and smeared it up the length of this monster. 

This story was getting me really horny and I just had to see more of this woman. 

“Pat turn round so I can photo your bum.” 

She let her dress fall to the floor, and turned her back to me. Her pants were tiny with the crotch in the cheeks of her bum. 

“Go on”

“Well Kurt put the tip up to the woman's crutch twisting it slightly until the tip entered her cunt. She sagged against her ties and my husband slashed her with the whip over her stomach. 

‘Stand up you bitch” he snarled. 

She straightened up and Kurt inserted more of the dildo. Frank had by now focused very closely on her vagina. Her vaginal lips were being forced apart and you could see the cream oozing out on either side. He forced that monster into her cunt as far as it would go; she was shaking her head and making mumbling noises from the gag. Once they were satisfied it was fully imbedded into this poor woman's cunt Kurt passed the leather straps around her thighs so it couldn’t come out. She writhed and moaned, sweating heavily.”

Pat was into her story but I broke in 

“I want you to slowly take your pants down, cross your ankles so your bum is tight.” 

I told her so I could get some shots of this sexy woman as she told this amazing tale.

“Do you think I have a decent body” she said, looking for a compliment.

“Very desirable, are you kidding me about your age” 

“No” she replied hooking her thumbs into her pants. 

She pushed her pants lower and the crack of her arse was there for me to snap. By this time my cock was hard and pressing against my trousers. 

“Carry on with your story and stay just as you are”

“Well I was getting quite turned on watching the video. The men continued with their card game, and Kurt's wife was unable to cover her nakedness, her breathing was still harsh and her chest heaved as she tried to control her tears.  The men then returned to her, Pete, the winner. He had a leather mask in his hand. 

‘Now cunt we are fed up with your crying.’

He then got Frank to hold her head still while he put the mask over it. He pulled it tight so only her mouth was visible and tied it up under her chin. 

‘Get her nipples out Kurt, oh you going to clip them, what a great idea’. 

‘Yeah, you don’t mind do you?’ 

‘No you won the hand carry on.’

Kurt then pinched her nipples between his finger and thumb, pulling them hard until they stuck out, then Pete put clothes pegs onto her teats, she screamed out and tried to shake them free. Of course this just made her large breasts swing from side to side, and her tormentors roared their approval. 

‘What about some on her cunt lips’ my husband said. 

‘Yes why not.’ 

She was pleading through the mask.

‘Please no it will hurt too much.’

‘Shut up you bitch we’ll do what we like’ Kurt said. 

Frank knelt between her thighs and took hold of her vaginal lips and stretched them while my husband clipped two pegs on each side of her vagina.”

“My god they sound a vicious bunch” I said trying to visualise the situation.

“As you can imagine I was amazed at what I was seeing, suddenly there was a huge bang on the study door.

‘Come out of there if you know what's good for you.’

It was my husband, he sounded furious. I shook at the suddenness and got up and undid the door. He stood in front of me his face flushed with a mixture of temper and drink. 

‘So you’ve been watching our movie have you!’ He ranted.  

I stammered something about being sorry it happened by mistake. 

‘I’ll give you mistake, the lads won’t be too pleased with you.’”

As she told her story she bent forward, and for the first time I could see her anus. 

“My husband grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the lounge to a round of applause from the others. 

‘Do you know what she's been up to?’ ‘Watching our fucking video the slag and enjoying it I’ll bet?’ 

‘Well if she's so keen we can put her out of her misery’, Frank spoke. 

‘Yeah she can have some of the same,’ my husband spat out.

He had lost control and I was now terrified, posing nude was one thing but what next.”

“I can see my story is having quite an effect on you, would you like me to help you?” she asked.

Her voice had become very husky. I think she was as turned on as I was.

“Yes I would, but its not only the story, its you posing for me I haven't had an erection like this for a long time” 

“It’s very flattering to think the sight of me naked can get you so aroused.” 

She then sat beside me and looking straight at me unzipped my trousers, her hand slipped into my pants and pulled my cock out. I have a medium sized penis but today it was as hard as rock. She placed her hand over the tip and slowly slid her hand down to its base. I shuddered at her light touch; she continued to rub my cock.

“Would you like to touch me?” “I don’t mind, in fact I would like you too”

I didn’t need to be asked twice I slowly put my hand in between her slightly parted thighs, she was very hot, I slid my fingers down over her slightly podgy stomach and slid a finger onto her fanny. She gave out a low moan and smiled at me

“Oh that’s nice; push your finger into me”

I did as she asked and she gently pusher herself onto my hand. We sat in silence enjoying the feelings we elicited from each other. 

“Do you want me to tell you the rest?”

“Yes, if you want to if it doesn’t upset you” 

“I have never told a living soul about that night but talking about it now it doesn’t seem real.” Well he told me to stand in the corner of the room and face the wall. As I stood there he gathered up my negligee and lifted it onto my shoulders. I was now naked. They started to mutter between themselves but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I could hear furniture being moved but when I turned to look he shouted. ‘Face the fucking’ wall as I told you’. His words hit me like a slap; he had never been so violent to me.”

Pat stood up and faced me offering he bald cunt for my inspection.

“I’m very aroused can I sit on your lap?” 

“I’d love you to, can I put my penis inside you I’m aching too” 

I couldn’t believe my luck, not only was she lovely to look at she was also very keen to have sex with me. I was playing out my favourite fantasy of making love to a mature woman. She moved over me and pulled the lips of her cunt apart and very slowly lowered herself onto my cock. The feeling was electric as her steaming fanny engulfed my cock, which prised her apart. She got lower until she had all of me inside her, her cunt muscles contracting on my cock. She was something else at 67 she was as good a fuck as any man could ask for. She gently moved up and down on my shaft, each time seeming to suck me in further. Her perfume was beautiful which as we got hotter became ever more noticeable. She sank onto me and continued with her story. 

“The room fell silent, nobody spoke. Then Pete said 

‘Another drink chaps and we’ll start’. 

I stood, as I was half naked and waited for someone to tell me what to do. 

‘Right turn round you fucker’ Kurt said. 

I turned, they had tipped our dining table on its end and opened it to its full size but had left out the centre piece, and everything else had been cleared. 

‘Come here and stand with your back to the table’. 

I walked over as I was told and stood facing these four men completely nude. Frank came up to me and took my negligee off me, and smiled. 

‘So you liked our little film did you, Karen did, she was fucked to death, she sucked us all and we came in her mouth, she swallowed the lot. Of course she didn’t want to but a little persuasion did the trick.’  

I stood as they told me to, much as I am now waiting to see what would happen next. Frank and Pete came up to me and took hold of an arm each and lifted them up to the top of the table. My husband and Kurt went behind the table and I felt them tie something around my wrists. They tied the bonds to the table legs, my arms were tied as if I was on a crucifix. They then sat down, Pete also sat leaving me with Frank who worried me most, after my husband, I never realised quite how kinky he could be especially after seeing him with the whip. Frank took hold of my right ankle, I was still wearing my high heeled slippers, and he made me move my leg out so that he could tie it to the lower table leg. He then repeated this with my other leg, I was now spread-eagled in front of these leering boozed up men. He retied my arms so that I was forced to stand on tip toe, my whole body stretched out as if crucified. My breasts were uplifted and he massaged the nipples, which always makes them stand out.

‘Nipples like organ stops’ my husband said. 

Frank then sat on the sofa and they all just stared at me. 

‘Pretty good mate what a body, great for an old un eh’ this to my husband.  




The Card Game



‘Yeah I’ve often thought of torturing her a bit, keep her in line she's been getting a bit tricky just lately, what do you lads want to do?’  

‘Well I’ve got the camera and a few bits in the car, shall I get them?’ 

Frank and my husband left the room, Kurt got off his chair and came up to me. He cupped his hand on my crotch and drew his finger over my vaginal lips, I tried to move but my bonds were too tight.  

‘What do you think Pete?’ 

‘Good looking woman, I’ve fancied fucking her ever since I saw her.’ 

I closed my eyes to try and block out what was happening, suddenly a hand grabbed my buttock and squeezed hard, I shook and tried to move away but it was impossible, it was Pete 

‘What a great arse’ he said 

‘Remember she likes a cock up her ass, mines not to big, with a bit of lube on it.’ 

They both roared with laughter. 

‘Yeah, and mine in her cunt.’

Frank and my husband returned.”

Whilst she was telling me this incredible tale she had got off my cock and removed her bra and then continued to pose for me lying on the floor with her back to me, which allowed me lovely pic’s of a very nice plump arse and her legs encased in black stockings, a truly great site.

“My husband had brought down his shaving cream and a razor; it didn’t take a genius to work out what they were going to do. Frank had his video and a case, which contained god, knows what but I could guess. 

‘Pete you can do the honours, as you won the last hand tonight?’

‘Frank you can get it all on film and Kurt and I will watch.’ 

‘Oh no let me go and we can forget this evening happened’ 

I pleaded but they ignored me. Pete stood in front of me shaking the can.

‘You can do that to my cock later you bitch.’ 

My husband snarled watching the can being rubbed as it were a cock, he really was in a temper. Pete then sprayed the foam over my lower stomach, put the can down and gently rubbed it into my pubic hair and further in between my legs and inserted a finger into my vagina, which in spite of myself made me squirm. He then picked up the razor and began to shave off my pubic hair. First the triangle in my crutch and then further onto my vagina. I was terrified of getting cut, but he had done this before and was very careful. He soon finished with a final rub with baby oil, which soothed me, not I think for my benefit. Pete sat down with the others, pleased with his work. 

‘A nice bald snatch boys, it makes it easier to get your cock in don’t you think.’ 

They all agreed.”

She lay back and opened her legs to me and I could see she was still shaved, she continued with her tale. 

“Kurt then went to the case opened it and took out the whip, a huge pink vibrator and the pegs. 

‘Who’s going to start’ he said looking at the others. 

‘I will’ said Frank ‘give me that whip’. 

He stood close to me and trailed the whip from my thighs slowly up my stomach over my breasts then under my chin, he turned the black butt to may face. 

‘Open your mouth’ 

I shook my head in refusal, he spun the whip around and brought it crashing down on my nipples, I screamed out, the pain was awful. 

‘When you’re told to do something you fucking well do it, ok?’ 

He looked into my eyes and I knew he meant what he said. I nodded; the tears were running down my cheeks. 

‘There, there, we don’t want to hurt you, now open your mouth.’ 

I did so and he put the butt of the whip on my lips, 

‘Now suck it’ 

I ran my tongue over the end and he then pushed a little more into my mouth. 

‘Suck bitch!’ 

I closed my lips around the whip and started to suck, as I did so he pushed it in and out of my mouth like a giant penis. 

‘That’s better now where else can we put it, have you any other openings I can put this in?’ 

I just stared at him, once again he lashed my breasts but this time he brought the whip up under my breasts and struck the soft underside, the pain was intense, but it was also turning me on. They all watched as my nipples hardened and turned dark red as the teats stood out there was now no way of hiding my arousal. 

‘Look at these lads the bitch is on heat, feel her fanny I bet it’s soaking wet’ my husband said. 

Frank ran the whip between my legs, it came away with my juice on it. 

‘Your right look at this, now shall I ask again?’ 

I shook my head. 

‘Well?' 

I mumbled something but he shouted 

‘Louder’ 

‘In my vagina’ 

‘And?’ he snapped. 

‘My bottom I suppose’ 

‘Your bottom' he sneered you mean up your ass and in your cunt?’ 

‘YES?

‘Yes.’ I whispered. 

With that he put the butt against me and began a slow rubbing motion against me. The pressure increased and suddenly my cunt lips parted and the thing slid into me. He stood back and let the others see the whip embedded in me, the tails trailing to the floor. 

‘Wont it go in any further Frank’ Pete said. 

‘I don’t know lets see?’ 

He took hold of it again and twisted it and I felt its rough surface massaging the walls of my sheath. He pushed a bit harder which made me whimper as it slid further in until it was up to the tails. It felt huge as it stretched me further open than anything had in the past. Once again he stood back leaving it.  

‘Well there you are you’ve got the lot what a massive fanny you have.’ they all cheered 

‘My god you must have a massive cock if you can fill that’ 

‘Kurt get your tickler she's ready for it now’ my husband said. 

He came to me and showed me this long black thing shaped like a penis 

‘This I’m going to slip in your ass and see how you get on.’ 

‘Oh no please my husband knows I can’t take something that size!’ 

‘Nonsense you'll take it.’

With that he knelt down in front of me dipped the end into a jar of something.

‘This is very expensive it’s a special lubricant for arseholes.’ 

He then put the tip up to my bum. 

‘Pete go behind the table and hold her ass open.’ 

Pete did as he was told and forced my bum cheeks apart with his hands. Kurt eased the tip into me it forced its way in my bum, my sphincter muscles opened to receive it the feeling was incredible, I thought I was going to split, I was sweating like mad as he forced it in further. My bum suddenly opened fully and it was in my rectum. Then the heat began, I was on fire, I wanted to fuck this thing.  I just couldn’t help myself, I pushed against the thing in my bum, and it was making me feel so sexy. Kurt kept up the pressure forcing this plastic cock in and out of my ass, it was heaven. I could feel my climax building. I was shaking and crying out, oh yes, oh god yes! Just at that moment Kurt pulled it out and the spell was broken. I gasped as my climax subsided and I was left with nothing. The men all laughed at me as I sagged against my bonds. My husband laughed the loudest. 

‘That’ll teach her, do you know she hasn’t let me have sex for ages the bitch, she must be getting it else ware.’

‘I’m not I promise.’ I stammered.

‘Well lads I think its time she had some real cock, who’s up for it?’

‘Are you sure mate? Messing about is one thing fucking is another’ 

‘Yeah you don’t mind do you?’ My husband said.

‘If that’s what you want me to do I don’t have much choice do I’d barely able to speak.’

‘Untie her and put her on the sofa’ Frank said. 

I was untied and made to lie down, I crossed my ankles to hide my nakedness. 

‘Kurt you go first I’ve seen your cock it will be just right.’

Kurt took his trousers and pants off to expose a circumcised penis, about six inches long and not too big.

‘Open your legs’ 

I did what he said and put one foot on the floor. He knelt between my thighs and leant forward towards my vagina. Suddenly he spat on me and then used his hand to rub me, forcing me open with two fingers and pushing his thumb into my bum hole. He kept rubbing me and against my will I started to react, I couldn’t help myself letting out little whimpers. He adjusted himself and then slid his cock into me. I was taken by surprise as his cock slid in as far as it could and I felt his stomach touch my buttocks. After a few strokes he started to moan and with an enormous grunt he shot inside me and I felt his come red hot in me. Pete was next, he waved his cock in front of my face.

‘Suck my cock and make it hard.’ 

I looked at his penis it was very knobbly with a full foreskin. He held it to me and I opened my mouth and he pushed it in.  It made me choke; it was bigger than it looked. 

‘Now suck it.’ 

I put my lips around it and started to suck, and as I did, it began to enlarge and stiffen. He pushed his cock into my mouth getting bigger all the time, it was touching the back of my throat almost making me wretch, but I managed to control the feeling. He suddenly plopped from my mouth, slid down my body and rammed it into me. I groaned at its size, it spread me open wide. He got a rhythm going and the rest of the men cheered him on.

‘Give it to her Pete, fuck her hard.’

‘Look at the nipples getting bigger by the minute, said Frank who knelt down and began to suckle on my breast and fingered the other. 

Pete's cock was ramming into me and once again I felt my climax begin to build inside me. The fluid in my bum kept the heat going and all I wanted to do was come, but before I could Pete let out a grunt, and once again I could feel the semen explode inside me. 

‘Stand up bitch.’ Kurt held my arms behind me. 

They forced me to stand my arms pinned behind me. My husband stood facing me and then began to rub between the tops of my thighs with the heel of his hand. I wondered what he was doing then suddenly I felt the cum from these two men trickle onto my thighs. 

‘My god you’re twisted’ I said, He just looked at me, smiled, and then squeezed my tit end until I pleaded for him to stop. 

‘Please that’s agony, please stop.’ 

‘Got the bands Pete?’ 

‘Yeah here you are.’ 

He passed two small gold bands with tiny rings to my husband who licked his finger and thumb, massaged my nipple and then slid the band over the end. It gripped tight to my breast and the nipple stuck through it. He did the same with my other breast, and as he knew how sensitive I am he knew the affect it would have on me! He then took hold of a studded collar with little leather straps attached, which I hadn't noticed. He put the collar around my neck and buckled it up. He then clipped one of the straps to the first ring, and then clipped it to the other ring. My nipples were now pulled upward to the approval of the men. My nipples held tight by the rings. Kurt then produced another tiny bottle. 

‘You'll enjoy this I understand your very sensitive in the teat area’. 

He unscrewed the top of the bottle and produced a tiny dropper. He held it to my nipple and just touched the end; he did the same on the other. 

‘You should get the effect in a few minutes.’ ‘Frank its your turn after that short break, how do you want her?’ 

‘Over the arm of the sofa, legs spread arms out in front of her. 

I was lead to the sofa. 

‘Lie down’ he said.

I leant forward and lowered myself onto the sofa arm. 

‘Put your arms out in front of you.’ 

I did what I wad told waiting for this man to get it over with. 

‘Bloody hell Frank, that’s a fucking monster.’ 

I turned my head sideways and what I saw made me wince. In front of my face was the biggest penis I had ever seen, it must have been ten inches long with thickness to match. He was circumcised and the knob end was engorged and glistening, it also curved up towards his stomach with an enormous vein on the underside. He stood there rubbing his hand up and down the length of this monster, smiling at me. By now my nipples were on fire and the feeling of sexual arousal in my body was very intense. I craved an orgasm, my cunt was on fire and was tingling and I could feel my clitoris enlarged to an extent I had never felt before. 

‘Do you want her to suck it first’ Pete said 

‘Yeah why not’ He knelt on the sofa so his cock was up to my face. 

‘You know what to do, get on with it.’ 

I moved my mouth close to his cock and opened my mouth; I then slipped over his knob. It was enormous in my mouth, but I managed to suck on it. He moved his hips forward and the knob pushed further into my mouth. I sucked on it as hard as I could, then suddenly someone slapped my bottom really hard. The shock made me involuntarily move forward, the cock moved right into my mouth making me gag. They held my head and forced me to move back and forward over this massive organ, each time hitting the back of my throat and after a while my throat relaxed and Franks cock lodge into my throat so I had to breath through my nose. Suddenly I felt this warm liquid on my throat, he had started to come. Frank slowly pulled out of my mouth saying,

‘Right I’m ready for you now.’ 

He moved round behind me and began to massage the cheeks of my bottom, then spread me wide apart.

‘Nice ass got some cream anybody.’ 

Seconds passed, and then I felt his knob probing at the entrance to my bum hole. 

‘Oh no please, I can’t take that’ 

‘Yes you can’ my husband said ‘Go on Frank ram it in her ass.’

He kept up the pressure, pushing into my bum; I could feel it start to open as this monster invaded me. The pain was incredible but with the heat generated by that fluid it didn’t seem to matter. He pulled out slightly, and I could feel the end of a bottle or something. I then felt a cool liquid run into me; it was the oil they had used earlier. He then pushed his cock back into me and I then felt the muscles of my bum relax slightly and then the monster moved right inside me. I was now stretched way beyond what I thought possible, as I said I’ve tried anal sex but never allowed my husband to come inside my bottom. Frank kept fucking me, I was wringing wet with sweat and I could feel my climax coming. I couldn’t help myself as I pushed back onto this massive cock as it brought me to orgasm. Suddenly I was there, I screamed in ecstasy at the same second Frank let go and I felt this pressure in my ass as he came forcing massive amounts of semen into me it was bliss! He collapsed on top of me; breathing as if he had run a mile and the others gave a loud cheer.

‘Fucking great, what a film we’ve got Frank’.

‘Yes and if we ever fancy her again she can’t say no’ my husband laughed as he spoke. 

Once I came to my senses I just wanted to get to the bathroom. My husband said I could have a bath but to come back when I had, and to wear black stockings and my new black patent high heels. I protested but my husband just looked at me. 

‘Do as your told slut, look nice when you come back’ and slapped my backside as I went to the door.

I had a bath, and removed the small amount of pubic hair Frank had left, rubbing my cunt and rectum with some balm which helped, I dried myself and then redid my makeup and applied my favourite Ghost perfume, I thought if I’m to be gang banged again at least I would smell nice. I put some warming gel into my vagina, and my arse so it wouldn’t hurt if it happened, because the only person who hadn’t fucked me was my husband, and I was sure it would happen but wasn’t sure what he would do. I went into the bedroom and found new black hold up stockings and my new shoes. I put them on, and then looked in the full length mirror. I thought I looked very good, nobody could tell that I had been fucked to death. I went back downstairs and entered the lounge again. Everything was back to normal, except four pairs of eyes followed me. 

‘Sit down and cross your legs, keep your arms to your sides’ my husband said. 

I did what he said and looked around the room the men were still naked from the waist and their cocks were flaccid lying on their thighs. 

‘I want you to make us some coffee while I think what I’m going to do’ my husband said smiling to the others. 

I got up and went to the kitchen letting my bum wiggle as I went. I’d decided if I was to be played with again I might as well put on a bit of a show then maybe have some control, some hopes, as it turned out. I returned with the coffee on a tray and put it on the table. 

‘Pass it round’ I did so, Kurt took his cup from me 

‘Fucking hell mate she looks gorgeous and smells even better’. 

‘Yeah she scrubs up well.’

They had obviously had more drinks while I was absent and were still randy as I saw their cocks start to stiffen in my presence. As they drank their coffee my husband said 

‘Ever tried the wax treatment’ this to the others. 

They shook their heads. 

‘Right lets do it’. He turned to me 

‘Come in the kitchen’. I got up and followed, as did the others. 

‘Sit on the table’ I perched my buttocks on the edge of the table. 

‘Ok tie her arms to the table’ oh no not again, they took hold of my arms and laid me flat onto the kitchen table. 

Frank put a cloth around my wrist then fixed the other end to the table leg; this was repeated on my other wrist. Once again I was trapped. My husband told them to fix my ankles as he stood at the end of the table looking between my legs. I was now tied to the table, my arms pulled above my head 

‘She’s put some cream on herself, she looks very shiny’ as he stared at my outstretched legs and my now exposed vagina. 

Pete found some more towels and tied my ankles to the table legs, so once again I was spread, completely at their mercy. I could see the others, with their dicks in hand slowly rubbing themselves. My husband was busy looking around the kitchen; I wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Suddenly he exclaimed 

‘This will do to start’, he had hold of a blender we had been given as a present’ I used it for delicate blending, it had a soft rubber cone on the end, and with a sudden shock I realised what he was going to do with it! 

‘What a bloody good idea’ Pete said smiling. My husband plugged it in and switched it on, it made a low purring sound as the phallic shaped end started to revolve. 

‘That’s to fast it will rip her to shreds’ Frank said. 

‘Nonsense, get the lube that will do it’. 

I was terrified. When would this night end? They rubbed the oil over the end of the blender then my husband switched it on and approached me. I tried to struggle but it was useless and appealing was also a waste of time. He moved the machine over my stomach touching very lightly, the feeling was quite nice as it made my skin vibrate. He moved up onto my right breast and let the rubber end touch my nipple. The feeling was electric; my nipple jumped faintly at its touch and became erect. 

‘Fuck me look at that’ Kurt said, ‘she loves it. 

He was right the little shocks I was getting were certainly turning me on. In spite of myself I was getting a tingle not only in my breast but at the pit of my stomach, I could feel my clit begin to engorge as the feeling became more intense. He moved to my left nipple and treated it the same, I started to whimper as the sensation increased in tempo. The men saw the signs and began to rub their cocks faster, Frank’s by now was massive and he stroked it with obvious pride. The machine was then given more lube and then applied to the inside of my thighs. The flesh began to quiver under the movements of the blender. My body began to thrash against my bonds; I couldn’t help it the feelings in my clit and vagina were getting stronger. The men were laughing and making crude comments but I didn’t care I just had to have release and come, the blender got closer and closer to my cunt, I was on fire, I could hear a voice screaming 

‘Fuck me, please fuck me, fuck my cunt please I’ve got to come’

Of course it was me but I was past caring. Suddenly the blender entered my pussy, I was overcome as I felt the thing push into me, inch by inch. I was going crazy I had never felt anything so intense; the machine was turning my insides to jelly as my orgasm reached its crescendo. I was crying, screaming, I had lost control. Suddenly I came, I could feel my juices pour from my cunt; over and over I came, sobbing crying out in a complete frenzy, I was on fire. My husband kept the blender deep in my cunt; I could feel the tip touching my cervix. The sensations just kept flooding through me. I started to come again, someone had found the mortar and pestle, and used the pestle to invade my rectum, it was Pete, he pushed harder until finally my rectal muscles gave up the struggle and it was forced into me. I could feel the knob of the handle touching the outside of my bottom; he had pushed nearly seven inches of the thing into my ass. It merely made me more excited. They were now scouring the kitchen for anything they could put inside me. I didn’t care anymore my orgasm was building and I thrashed about on the table searching, squeezing looking for that moment when I would get release. I suddenly felt the two implements touch through the thin membrane between my rectal passage and vagina. That was what I was waiting for. I screamed and grunted over and over I had never in my life come like it. I could feel my cunt juices pouring from me and running down over my ass onto the table. It was warm as it ran down the cleft of my buttocks to the base of my spine. My come began to slow and I gasped for breath. Slowly, slowly my orgasm subsided and I became aware of what was happening around me. The machine was removed from me and my husband put it into my mouth. 




The Card Game



‘Suck it’ 

I opened my lips, he pushed it into my mouth and I sucked my juices from it like a slut, so what, they had spent the night humiliating me why should I care. 

‘Please take the other thing out of me?’ Hoping they would.

‘No you can stay as you are’ again my husband acting like the bastard he was. 

Kurt had scanned the kitchen and found a huge cucumber, smearing it with oil.

‘I’m going to finish you with this’. 

He then stood between my outstretched thighs and slowly pushed this monster into me. When he was satisfied he grabbed his cock and began to masturbate. I then felt hands in my armpits and I was pulled to the top of the table so that my head was over the end, my neck stretched back. Frank was the first to force his penis into my mouth. He kept jerking it in and out of my mouth.

‘Suck it bitch’ he cried over and over. 

I did my best until he came filling my mouth with his cum. I tried to force it out of my mouth but someone clenched my nostrils so I had to gulp for air and of course his semen went down my throat. Never in my life had I ever swallowed a man’s cum, until now. My husband laughed 

‘Bloody hell Frank you are the first person to get her to swallow cum into her virgin throat’. 

Pete then said ‘What’s the wax treatment?’

‘Oh yes I’ll show you’ my husband said as he left the kitchen. 

The other three continued to wank their cocks including Frank. My husband returned with a long ornamental candle in his hand, his penis swinging in front of him, as he walked the largest I’d ever seen it. What was he going to do with it; I didn’t have another hole empty. 

‘Anyone got a light’ he said. 

My god what next? He lit it from the stove; it sparked into life the flame the centre of everybody’s attention, especially mine. After a minute or so he moved the candle over my stomach, god what was he going to do. The flesh of my belly started to quiver as the nerves took over. Slowly he tilted the candle until a tiny blob of hot wax dropped into my navel. I screamed with the sudden pain. 

‘Hang on mate.’ Pete said,  ‘That’s going a bit far.’

‘Shut up my husband said ‘I saw this in a movie it was great.’ 

The man was mad but the others seemed to be caught up in this torture. He moved the candle lower over me until it was at the join of my thighs and again dribbled some wax that hit me in my crutch, again I screamed but in truth it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. It cooled quickly and formed a crust, he spilt more and it formed a mould over my cunt. It was very tingly but I kept groaning as if in agony. Of course the next spot were my nipples, which did hurt but only for a second or so. When he had coated me with wax he seemed sated. The men continued to wank, watching me being treated like this. As I lay there I noticed the clock it was four in the morning, this had been going on for hours. Pete came to my head 

‘Now you’re going to drink my cum aren’t you?’ 

I closed my eyes in a form of surrender as Pete pushed his prick past my lips, holding it and massaging my teeth and gums with his knob end. I couldn’t resist him as he forced it deeper. The head of his cock was now in my throat and I seemed able to take it easily. Pete continued his thrusting which I was beginning to enjoy as Kurt moved the cucumber about inside my cunt, gently rubbing the pestle in my ass. Finally with a massive groan Pete shot his cum into my throat, it was very hot from his centre and I swallowed all of it he continued to push into my mouth. His penis slowly softened as he withdrew it. He then leant forward and kissed me on the mouth.

‘Thank you, you lovely woman’ he whispered in my ear. 

I was shocked that was the first show of kindness from these men. Kurt was next to stand by my head. He wanked his cock with fury, and then began to rub the head around my face. First down the side until his cock was rubbing against my ear, then up to my chin, across my cheeks, and then across my eyelids.

‘I’m going to come in your mouth but I want you to keep my spunk in your mouth, don’t swallow until I tell’ 

The bastard was humiliating me even now. He kept rubbing his cock by my face; I could see the vein under his cock and his balls being masturbated. He grunted and groaned as he approached his climax.

‘Now bitch, open your mouth’ he screamed. 

His cock suddenly spurted massive amounts of spunk, most of which came in my mouth. He continued to cum my mouth was full of it, some running down my cheek. 

‘Close your mouth’ he sobbed.

I did as he told me, I was full of his cum, and it filled me.

‘Now swirl it round with your tongue’ 

I ran my tongue around my teeth feeling this slimy almost tasteless secretion wash around my mouth.

‘Open up’ Kurt said. 

I opened my mouth; he then pushed his now flaccid tool back into me mixing with his spunk. 

‘Wonderful, bloody great’ he grunted. ‘Now swallow’ 

I did as he said but as I did the cock in my mouth tried to follow. 

‘Suck it, suck it you cunt!’

I sucked as best I could until finally he slipped out of me, his sticky tool slid down my face, and he was finished. The rest of them just stood looking at me, not knowing what to say. My husband broke the silence.

‘One for the road lads?’

‘Yes great’ they chorused

‘What about Pat, we better untie he’ Pete said.

‘No leave her there, the cleaner and her husband come about 7.30 they can do it, they have a key’.

Oh no he was going to leave me here to be found by my hired help, the final degradation. So that’s how Mrs Grogan and her husband found me in the morning, naked, tied to the table my pussy with a cucumber in it, my bottom stretched beyond belief with the pestle. She was very kind and helped me but it was several hours before my rectum returned to its normal size, she massaged it repeatedly with cream, and we have become very close. Her husband on the other hand has tried his luck several times but that’s another story………..”

All the time she had been telling me this story my cock had been buried deep inside her as I imagined the picture she so aptly described. She finally got off me, bent down and took my prick in her mouth and sucked me off! I shot two rolls of film, which she asked if she could see when developed. I agreed and she suggested she returned the following week with Mrs Grogan!

I can’t wait.



The Card Game



I was loading the boot of my car with shopping that I had purchased from the supermarket and was bent over the boot of the car. The back of my short skirt was riding up so that the beginnings of my ass cheeks were on show as I only had on a small thong under my skirt.

Just then a red classic corvette convertible pulled into the parking lot. It looked like one of those cars that guys spend so much time on. Engine sticking up out of the front of the cover and bright polish silver trim and pipes everywhere you looked. 

It was like right out from behind one of those tacky bikini models on the cover of a car magazine. It spoke money, both in raw cash and in leisure time to maintain that type of car.

For the moment I forgot about my shopping and watched as this guy, brimming with an air of self assured poise, jumped out of the convertible and walked into the store.

With one glance he spotted me still near the sodas and made an abrupt change in direction to walk my way. As he got close he wiped the mop of wind blown blonde hair back from his eyes. Without a word he stood next to me.

His tall lanky body hovered over mine as I stood between him and the refrigerator cooler of cold sodas. As he leaned over my shoulder, reaching past me for a can, he openly gawked down the front of my top and grabbed the first can his fingers touched.

A shiver travelled down my body as he continued to stare down my top. Self-consciously I reached up and closed the open flaps of my top and held my hand there to preserve my modesty. This elicited an open chuckle from him and he smiled at me all knowingly. 

Turning away I walked over to the next row of selves and notice out of the corner of my eyes how he was checking out my ass with a leering grin. Nothing shy about this fellow I though. His open approval of my body brought a slight smile to my lips. Half disappointed and half-relieved that he was not following me around the store.

Grabbing an orange juice I headed back to the counter. No sooner than I got to the counter Mr. Mop top was standing beside me with a soda and a package of beef jerky. As the till girl rang up my order I could feel some fingers lightly tracing against my upper thighs. With my purchase done I headed outside.

Just before I put my sunglasses back on I could not help but to take a scan at Mr. Mop top car. I slowly strode by with my "Aren’t I pretty" leisurely walk past his car, knowing that Mr. Mop top would still be checking me out from the checkout counter.



"Isn’t she pretty" Mr. Mop top called out to me as he bounded out of the store in a disguised rush. 

For a moment I was not sure if he was talking about his car or mocking me. 

"Yes, it a really nice car" I said over my shoulder and kept walking slowly away. 

"Would you like a ride in it?" He yelled as I reached the end of the parking lot and began to turn down the sidewalk for home. 

Thinking I was being cute I gave him a little bye bye wave with my hand.

Hearing his engine roar to life I expected him to drive by and check me out once more. I quicken my pace and tugged by shorts down into place. Sure enough I heard Mr. Mop tops car behind me. Wondering how my ass looked from behind, I made it a point to sway my hips a little more than usual. To my surprise he did not dive by, but pulled up right along side me and slowed down.

"You did not answer my question?" He said with a boyish grin. 

Looking at Mr. Mop top, I speculated that he was at least in his early twenties. 

"WHAT QUESTION?" I snapped back still half annoyed at his persistence and half liking the attention he was devoting to me on an otherwise boring Saturday afternoon.

Figuring he was not going to stop cruising his car along the sidewalk till I talked to him, and worried about what the scene looked like to passing motorist, 

I stopped and faced him. 

"Your car is very nice, but I am not about to hope into a car with a complete stranger" I said and wondered if he realized I was a 42 year old married women.

"I'm Tom," He said as he applied his brakes and turned off his engine, then reaching his hand up as if to shake hands. 

Taking a step back I put my hands on my hips. 

"You're still a stranger and I am not about to get into that car with you." I replied.

"I having a party tonight, want to come?" He asked, ignoring my last statement completely.

"I won't get into your car, because you're a stranger, and now you expect that I will come over to your house just like that, I’m old enough to be your mother, and I am married as well.” I asked incredulity.



"Well, you don't have to come as my date. Just show up. Bring a friend; bring two friends if you like. Matter of fact, if you have a lot of friends as good looking as you, bring them all, and it makes no odds to me if you are married if it doesn’t to you. And as for your age, I like older women, they know what they want and you have a good body. Just don't invite guys unless they have their own dates. Parties are always hard enough to keep the girls Vs guys ratio within reason." He said as he reached under his seat and took out a sheet of paper and held it up for me to take.

Tentatively I took the paper from his hands and looked at it. It was a flyer announcing his party and giving directions to his place. Just as I finished reading it, Tom-Mr. Mop top, raced his car's engine twice without moving and then on the third time his car spun its back tires and he drove off as he called out over the noise 

"See you tonight."

From the directions given on the flyer, Tom lived on the outskirts of town. It was an area of former ranches that the rich had taken a fancy to. They would replace the modest ranch house with a large expansive mansion and leaving a few miles between them and their next door neighbour.

Toying with the idea of going to party, I called several friends to see if they had plans for later that night. I had already told Chas, my husband, and he was keen for me to go. He said he was keen to hear all about who I fucked that night. He doesn’t mind me being a slut which is good, as that is what I am most of the time. 

As I exhausted my address book of potential party mates, it seemed like I was the only girl in town not going out for the evening. Finally I happened upon Cindy. She was a really good friend a year or so back, but we had drifted apart, after chasing the same guy for several months. 



Neither of us got the guy, but it had strained the relationship and weakened the trust between us. As much from habit as liking each other, we still exchange phone calls every month or so to catch up and still talked like we were still friends if we bumped into each other at the mall or around school.

Cindy had a date for the night, but it was with someone she did not care for all that much. After telling her about how I met Tom, and about the car he drove, I explained how the party was going to be at one of the rich ranch estates on the outside of town and how all the guys at the party would probably be twenty something's. She told me she would break her date and come along.

The idea of going to the party raised many questions. First was what to wear. I did not want to look like I was 42 among a bunch of probably younger guys in their twenties. I did not want to appear too much like a slut, yet I wanted to get a little more than my fair of attention from all the guys. 

The next surrounded Tom. Did the fact he ask me to the party mean I was his date? What would I do if Cindy made a play for Tom, or, how was I supposed to react if I showed up to the party and another girl was on Tom's arm for the evening? I decided to worry about the first set of questions and play the second set totally by ear.

Cindy and I decided that we better meet several hours before the party to plan out our attire. Cindy was a 39-year-old hottie, who had developed cleavage long before the rest of our peer group. 

She was about my height and maybe a few more pounds, but those extra pounds where all concentrated in her 36D cup bras. Combined with deep blue eyes and natural blond hair, Cindy looked like she walked right out of a Playboy centrefold.

We decided to caution on the side of being conservatively sexy. I wore a black pencil type skirt that hugged my hips all the way down to just about four inches my crotch. My top was a red satin top that flowed smoothly over my breast. 

I wore a half-cup bra underneath that allowed my nipples to poke out from underneath the thin satin. With a few buttons undone I could show an ample amount of cleavage, but could also adjust how much according to the situation at the party. 

Under the skirt I wore some self -supporting thigh highs black stockings. They would add some excitement if I decided to get flirted on the dance floor and allow my skirt to ride up high enough to flash some bare thighs and maybe a glimpse of my red satin thong that matched my top. That and my four-inch pumps and I was ready to dance the night away.

Cindy wore a tight fitting royal blue shift dress made of lycra-cotton blend that stretched over her curves tightly, with a low scooped neckline and a slit up the side to allow her legs to move for dancing. 

Just to draw a little more attention, she wore a heart shaped opal necklace that came to rest just at the top of her cleavage. With the slit up the side of her dress she decided that stockings would just look funny and decided to go bare legged.

We took Cindy's car and decided to drive by the place to check it out, but we could not see much from the road. Cindy then drove down the newly paved driveway. As we got closer to the house we could see many add-ons to the originally modest ranch house. 

"Hurry drive past," I screamed at Cindy and she stepped on the gas to zoom by and out the opposite end of the horseshoe shaped driveway. 

Several guys called out to us from the front of the house. Looking back I could see them waving their arms and could still hear 

"Come back, come back"

"What's the matter?" Cindy said gruffly.

"We were way too early" I answered in a relived sigh. "They were still unloading the kegs from the trucks and moving stuff inside."

"Kegs? ... From a truck?" Cindy asked in a tone of disbelief.

"You did not see the truck?" I replied, astonished.

"Well I saw the truck, but though nothing of it, I did not see them unloading kegs... just how many kegs were they taking off this truck?"

"I saw at least six kegs on the ground and I don't know how many more were still on the truck," I replied.

"Man alive, they must be planning a big ass party," Cindy said and turned to me smiling.

"Yeah," I said as I looked back down the road towards the house "But I did not see any other girls and only a few cars in the driveway, we better come back later and check it out again.

It was 8 PM and we decided to kill an hour or so and then check the party out again to see if they got a crowd. Cindy drove us to a Denny's restaurant near the freeway. Outside were a lot of big trucks. As we strode inside a lot of eyes from old grimy truckers began to check us out in our party cloths. I could feel their eyes scanning across my chest as my half-cup bra allowed my breast to jiggle under my thin satin top. 

As we sat down in a booth opposite the counter full of truckers, I was careful to tuck my pleated skirt under my legs so as not to show them too much.

Maybe they though we were hookers, but no sooner had we sat down than three tuckers come up to our booth. Each offered to buy us dinner as they stood over us as if waiting to be invited to sit down at our booth. I could see their eyes stealing looks down Cindy's top and at my nipples poking out from underneath my blouse. 

We smiled sweetly but declined their offers only to see the dejected truckers replaced by another hopeful as soon as they left. We shared a plate of fries and each had a diet coke as we fended off all offers of the various truckers and giggled at their attention.

Upon leaving I purposely slid out of our booth, letting the vinyl seat pull my skirt back. With the skirt back almost to my ass I provided all the truckers at the counter a good look my long legs even some bare thigh above my stocking tops before standing up. 

Cindy had taken notice of my exit and once outside jokingly scolded me for being such a tease. But, seeing a new trucker entering the place, Cindy dropped her purse and bent over at the waist letting the trucker get a nice long look at her ass encased in her body hugging dress. Just as she stood up the trucker came over and made an outright offer of £100 if she would go back to his truck with him.

"Get lost loser," Cindy snapped at him in her coldest voice. 

Dejected the trucker left with his tail between his legs and calling Cindy dirty names under his breath.

We drove back to the party and it was in full swing. As we got close to the house we notice what seemed like hundreds of cars lined up along the street and people walking towards the house. 

As we turned into the driveway more cars lined the horseshoe shaped driveway on both sides, leaving just a narrow gap to drive through. As we past people Cindy and I checked out what the girls were wearing and decided that if anything we were dressed too conservatively for the party. 



Most were dressed like they were heading for some underground nightclub. Many were in skirts so short that they barely covered their ass. More than a few were dressed in almost Gothic attire in tight short black leather skirts and accessories of collars and wrist cuffs that hinted at a bondage fetish with dark brooding makeup and lipstick.



Cindy drove past the house and there was no doubt that a party was happening inside. All the windows on three floors were open and White Zombie blasted away louder than any ordinary stereo could handle. Inside any windows that were not well lighted, we saw the white pulsing of strobes and other lighting effects. 



Through the main window of the living room the draped were open and it looked like it was crammed full of bodies trying to dance. An overflow of people milled about the front entrance with beer in hand and a constant stream of people were walking to and from a bank of beer kegs lined up at one side of the driveway.

We drove out the other end of the driveway and looked for parking along the street. The next house was at least at least a mile away as we drive seeing no other signs of housing. We finally found a space along the road and parked. 



Seeing what the other girls had been wearing I took of my silk blouse off inside the car and removed my half-cup bra. Putting my blouse back on I left it unbuttoned and tied it over my breast so the smooth fabric would hug my bra-less tits like a second skin. 

As we walked down the street I could feel my breast swaying with every step. Cindy kept telling me that I was going too far, but I ignored her Mother like lectures.

It seemed like a long hike, especially in five-inch heels, but we finally made it to the house. As the two of us walked up we were being checked out by a dozen or so boys hanging out of the front steps. 

As we climbed up the small flight of steps to the front door, I wondered how much the guys sitting near the bottom of the steps could see up the back of my skirt. Self-Concisely I placed a hand behind me to hold my skirt down against the back of my legs.

The front door was open so we both stepped in. The house was packed wall to wall with people. No sooner than I was inside the door that I became jammed between a crowd of people all trying to move in different directions. Then I felt something on the back of my legs. 

At first I though nothing much of it, as I was too busy trying to fight my way inside. But then I recognized the touch as someone's fingers and slowly they were sliding up my right leg, feeling the silkiness of my stocking. 

I thought to myself this was going to be one hell of a good party and pushed at the wall of bodies in front of me to no avail. The fingers reached the top of my stockings and fingered the supporting elastic. 

Not managing to push forward, I tried to retreat back out the front door, but that was as blocked as the way forward. Even my arms were pinned up against my chest against someone else's back. All I had managed to do was to turn so the hand now was at the front of my thigh instead of the back of my legs.

Slowly I felt the arm of the hand lifting the bottom of my skirt up as the fingers snaked up closer and closer to my cunt. Looking around at the people near me I tied to spot the person sneaking a feel of me, but could not tell who the offender was among those pushed up against me. 

I fought to free my arms and bring them down below my waist, but it was too late. The mysterious fingers were pulling aside my thong and was playing with my slit. I twisted and even moaned but no one could hear me over the sound systems blasting away its industrial strength heavy metal music.

Just as I managed to work my arms free enough to get them below my waist, another stranger hand reach between some bodies and cupped my left breast and began to knead my flesh. Grabbing at the hand that was fingering my cunt I tried to pull the offender too me so I could see who it was. But the arm belong to someone much stronger than me and feeling my grip it soon snapped back into the mass of bodies around me with it fingers wet from my cunt.

Turing my attention to the hand on my breast, I looked up and was pretty sure I was looking at the guy doing it, though the arm came from between two other bodies. He was looking at me with a wide self-satisfied grin on his lips and as our eyes met from between the crowd his hand squeezed slowly into my flesh. 



Working one hand up above my waist I again tried to grab the offending arm and again it pulled back out of harms way. I tired to push forward to confront my assaulter, but as I managed to take a step forward the guy had managed to totally disappear into the crowd.

Looking around I discovered that I was apparently the only girl in the jammed pack crowd. Deciding I was too convenient a target among all the guys in the area for any comfort I pushed and shoved my way through the morass of bodies. 

I was aiming for a side room where the crowd might be thinner. Several times I was moved off course, as a stream of bodies moving together in a particular direction carried me along. Several more times I felt a hand slide up my skirt or fingers jerking at my blouse. I soon learned to keep one hand high and one hand low to fight off the guys looking for cheap thrills with a quick grabbing of my ass or tits for the time being.

At one point I decided that the only way to get out of the living room body pit would be to crawl between people's legs. I squirmed my way down and began to crawl along on my hands and knees. Pushing at one pair of heavy leather boots, the legs parted for me to pass, but just as I got half way through they closed up around my waist.

"LET ME GO" 

I screamed but not sure if anybody could hear as I tried to twist myself out from between the legs that were crushing around my waist. 

Then I felt the back of my skirt being pulled up and I started to pound my fist on the guy’s toes while shouting that he let me go. I squirmed as I felt an open palm rub itself over my barely covered ass. 

Then the fingers hooked into my thong and I cried out as someone attempted to rip them off me, jerking me up by my hips as the material of my thong crammed even further up my cunt and ass like a length of rope and was being tugged on.

Thankfully my panties tore a little, but did not come off. After several hard jerking attempts to rip them off me the person decided that they were not going to tear off. I screamed as the guy's legs kept me pinned between his muscular legs on all fours with my skirt up around my waist as I felt my thong slowly being pulled down the back of my thighs. 




The Card Game



Again I pounded my fist into his boot cover foot, but not so hard this time, and struggled slightly to get free as I felt a hand roaming all over my backside. 

In shear pleasure I felt the hand stop roaming over my naked ass and a finger position itself at my anus. Knowing what was to happen, I stop my futile struggling and just shivered from head to toe. 

I suppressed a groan as the finger pushed itself hard into my rectum and began to finger fuck me up the ass with god knows how many onlookers behind me.

Knowing that if I did not get free then I would be raped, and I really did not want that to happen yet so early in the party. I lifted up the cuff to the guy's jeans and bite him on his ankle. His legs moved enough for me to scamper free across the floor, crawling on my hands and knees with my panties down around my thighs I managed to get most of the way across the room with only a few swats to my ass.

Once at the end of the room I stood up and figuring most had seen my ass anyway I pulled my skirt up and adjusted my thong in place. They fit a little more loosely than before from being stretched. 

Walking through an entryway I entered another room. This one was crowded too, but not nearly as much as the room I had just left. I walked across and felt a few more hands try up my skirt, but I had enough manoeuvring room to twist away from any errant hands. Totally separated from Cindy I wondered is she was having as much trouble as I at keeping from being outright raped at the party.

Down a hallway I looked for a bathroom. When I found one the line was just too long, but I was relieved to see a fair amount of the people waiting were girls. 

I was beginning to think that maybe all the other girls had left the party after getting the same kind of treatment I had upon entering. 

Seeing a mirrored closet door I used it to reapply my makeup and adjust my cloths in a presentable manner. Making my way down one hallway and another and through a room or two, I finally came into the kitchen.

"You seem lost," A guy shouted at me over the music. 

I could barely hear him, but nodded back and yelled 

"I came with some friends and we got separated."

"Your boyfriend should not just bail on you at a party like this," The guy screamed back, and I smiled at his obvious attempt to assess my availability. 



"IT'S A WILD ONE" 

I screamed back letting him wonder about my dating status for the night. 

I had no idea if I would ever find the guy that invited me in this crowd, nor even if I did, if he would not have a date of his own.

He handed me a cup with some luke-warm beer inside and I made a face as I took a sip. 

"Guess that has been sitting a while, let's go get some fresh drinks," he screamed over the noise. 

He moved to a door and I followed him. Outside was like a library compared to inside. The cool night air felt good on my bare midriff and on my face. I followed the guy around the outside of the house, marvelling at his athletic build and boyish good looks. He was just an inch or two taller than me and had a rugged chin, but his eyes sparkled of a devilish side as he spoke that intrigue me.

We made it around front and after standing in a short line he poured two beers from the metal kegs that sat in tubs of ice and handed me a cup. Walking over to the front of the house I naturally just followed his lead. 

There were still a bunch of guys without dates sitting along the steps. One seem to be pointing me out to another and I wondered if he was one that had felt my ass up inside or had stood by watching as I was pinned on all fours between a guys legs and my ass finger fucked. But now there were also a lot of couples out in front of the house. Probably seeking refuse from the loud pushy party raging on inside.

Some of the couples were engaged in various stages of making out. Some kissing lightly and some more passionately. A couple of the girls were letting their dates openly fondle their breast of ass for anybody that looked their way. A few more couples were sitting on the front lawn talking and smoking both cigarettes and joints.





"By the way, my name is Steve," the guy said as I followed him out to the far side of the house.

"My name is Kathy," I replied, relieved I no longer had to shout over the music. 

I figured Steve to be around 23 years old and I grew self conscious at not coming across as a much older women like I was. But, I thought that he would maybe enjoy fucking an older women.

It was not long before Steve had fetched me another beer. I was feeling a lot more relaxed when almost done with my beer, Steve leaned into me and kissed me lightly on the mouth. I froze and did not know how to respond. I did not want to appear too eager like I was easy, yet I did not want to put him off in anyway. 



Before I could settle the debate in my head, he leaned down again and kissed me harder. I let out a little giggle as he placed his beer-chilled hand on my bare hip while pulling me into him for a passionate kiss. I let him kiss me long and hard before I gently pulled back. Coyly I escaped his hands on my hips and smiled so he knew I was not offended.

Steve moved to kiss me once more, but I held up my cup in front of his face. 

"Beer?" I giggled. 

Steve sheepishly backed away and smiled. He took our cups and soon was back with more cold beer. Not being a big drinker I did not know how much of my feelings were because of the relaxing nature of the beer or because of the pure lust I felt for Steve at that moment.

As I took another sip of beer, Steve moved in for one more kiss. This time I held my arms out wide with my beer in one hand and my other hand up in the air. 

His lips pressed hard on mine and then I felt his fingers at my blouse. Feeling a rush of excitement I stood with my lips pressed to his as I felt my blouse being opened up and his hands cupping my naked breast. There were others near enough to see me letting Steve reveal my breast and the idea of them looking excited me as much as Steve's hands touching my erect nipples.

After several long minutes our lips separated, and Steve's hands moved to my hips as he looked down at my bare breast. Laughter erupted nearby and I turned to see a small group of guys looking at my bare chest along with Steve, so I quickly set my beer down on the grass and grabbed my top closed, buttoning myself back up.

Steve took me by the hand and we walked off. He led me around the house and even into the garage. It was obvious he was looking for a place for us to be alone, but everywhere we turned was already overcrowded with other couples making out or the dateless just hanging out.

"Let's go back into the party and see what is happening," I suggested. 

Steve took me around through the back door and motioned me up the stairs just off the kitchen. The stairs were steep and I notice Steve hanging back several steps as 

I climbed up the flight of stairs.

"Are you trying to look up my skirt?" I asked with a flirty giggle. 

"Maybe," Steve said with a shrug like I had asked a very dump question. 

It was probably the effects of too many beers, but I reached behind me and lifted my skirt up so show all of my half-torn thong. 

"Okay then, look," I said laughing as I held my skirt up around my waist and stood several steps above Steve's face. 



"NICE ASS" Steve replied, and I looked past him to see several other guys crowding around the bottom of the stairs to look too.

For the rest of the climb up the stairs I held the back of my skirt up letting Steve and those behind him to look at my ass all they wanted to.

The second floor was like a second living room for the house. Music from downstairs still blasted away, but up on the second floor you could actually talk over it and be heard. There was a large group of people dancing, but this time it was almost all couples. 

I asked Steve to get me another drink and he trotted off to get me another beer. Wondering around I saw many people standing around talking, some dancing but not to the tune of heavy metal beats. 

As I got to the far side I saw one group standing around a circle and went to see what they were watching.

As I peaked over the shoulder of one girl shorted than me I looked down on a table with five people sitting around in various stages of undress. Cards were strewn about the tabletop along with chips and a pile of clothing in the middle. 



My eyes grew wide as I looked at one young girl sitting at the table topless and another wearing a very skimpy bra. Then I spotted Mop Top Tom gathering the cards up from the table and arranging the deck. He looked to be winning the game of strip poker still wearing his pants.

In wonder I stood and watched as Tom dealt the next hand and wondered why the girls were even playing a game like this in front of so many people. 

The topless girl was very nice looking and looked like the All-American girl. Blonde, Blue eyed and well portioned breast that the guys standing around were drooling looking at. Her breasts were at least two-cup sizes larger than mine were, but in a conical shape Vs my balloon shaped breast. The one in the skimpy bra was small breasted but they looked perky and high set. I took notice that only one guy was even down to being shirtless.

The topless girl took her cards and asked for three back and I could see the disappointment on her face as she read her cards. All around the guys reacted to her reaction with smiles. Each person at the table then laid their cards down. Tom first then the rest. The topless girl seemed reluctant to even show hers, but soon put hers down on the table.

"Look's like you lose," Tom said with a smile. 

The topless girl stood up in just her panties. Tom stood up and motioned her over to a nearby chair. Tom indicated for her to bend over the back of the chair and the girl looked around for help and seeing none she draped herself over the back of the chair with her feet dangling off the floor. 

My breathing grew rapid as I watched the scene play out as Tom slowly pulled her panties down her legs and then hesitating around her ankles he pulled them off the rest of the way. The crowd watched as he ran his fingers up the back of her legs and then tapped the inside of her thighs till she parted her legs.

With her pussy clearly visible Tom used his fingers and traced them along her slit as it peaked out from between her legs. Girls have never turned me on, but I felt myself getting hot at just watching the girl being played with in front of so many people. Tom then pushed his fingers inside her and pumped her cunt and it became shiny from the wetness her pussy was producing.

"Time." 

Someone yelled and Tom removed his fingers from inside her cunt. The girl slid off the back of the chair and she turned to face the rest of the crowd and her face was blushing red. The girl sat back down at the table and Tom collected the cards.

"Okay now you have one more bet to make if you want," Tom said to the now naked girl. "You can play one more round and if you win you get all your clothes back. Or not play another hand and remain naked till 1 am serving my guest drinks." 

The girl nodded anxiously still blushing deep red, and Tom added "But if you play again and lose, I will let six guys from the crowd at random pull cards from the deck and you will have to fuck any two with the highest cards."

Amazed the girl agreed to the bet and Tom dealt another hand. The topless girl took two cards and seemed happy with what she got back. Everybody in turn laid their cards down and the topless girl jumped up with joy as she did not lose, her breast bouncing as she jumped and clapped naked in front of everybody, while the crowd of guys nearby moaned in defeat. 

She quickly sorted her panties out from the pile on the table and put them on and then found her short skirt and put that on. Soon she found her bra and was dressed once more and quickly left the table into the crowd.

The girl in just the bra stood up and another guy from the table stood up and made her put her hands up on her head like a prisoner. He reached around her and unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor and stood back letting everybody see her naked breast as she stood there in nothing but a skimpy pair of blue panties. He did nothing else to her but made her stand in front of everybody topless.

She decided to pull out of the game and so Tom ordered her to remain topless for the rest of the party serving drinks and that if anybody caught her covering herself up she would automatically lose and be offered up for a gang bang. She agreed and went off to fetch everybody at the table some beers. I wondered what the dateless guys down by the beer kegs would think when she would come walking out in just her panties to get some beer.

Steve returned with my beer and I took a heavy swig as I explained what had just occurred. 

"Sorry I missed it," Steve said jokingly and then added. "Tom is known for some really kinky shit happening at his parties."





"But why do the girls even want to play strip poker at a party like this and in front of a crowd?" I asked.

"Because Tom is very rich, this is not his parents' house, he is 23 and this is his house. He made a ton of money with an Internet company and made millions selling just some of his stock options. His buddies are the other guys playing the game; they also made a lot of money in the same company." Steve said solemnly

"SO the girls play just hopping to meet them?" I replied.



"NO, each of the guys pools some money into the pot. The girls get it if they can win the game. Last party one girl walked away with $10,000 dollars." Steve said

"10 grand?" I repeated, astonished. "That's a lot of money."

"Don't think about it, more often than not you will lose. One party he made a girl do 15 guys in the middle of the living room"

Taking another swig from my beer I though about what I could do with 10,000 dollars. Steve manoeuvred me over to a dimly lit area of the room and leaned over me as my back was against the wall. We talked and flirted and he leaned down kissing me between sips of beer.

"HEY YOU MADE IT," a voice beside me said loudly. 

Both Steve and I turned to see Tom standing there. 

"I knew you would show up."

"You did?" I replied matter-of-factly.

We exchanged some banter and I could tell Steve was getting a little irritated at me flirting with another guy. But, we had just met, so I did not think Steve had any claim on me yet, so I flirted with Tom and Steve fumed.

"Hey you're not interested in some big money are you?" Tom asked. 

"Don't start Tom -- don't start," Steve said in a heavy growl. 

"If you don't like my party Steve you can leave, I am talking to my guest."

Flattered by the idea that two men were fighting over me I smiled to myself and replied to Tom. "You mean by playing your little card game over there?

"Yes," Tom said and added; "You could win 10,000 dollars."

Maybe it was my fifth beer of the night, maybe it was Steve making my Adeline pump, but I felt silly and foolish and ready to try almost anything. Almost in jest I stood up straight and faced Tom and replied "10,000 is chicken shit or feed or whatever" my words now slurring from the drinking. "I will play, but only for $100,000" and laughed myself dizzy thinking how outrageous that demand was. 

Steve also smiled at me thinking that I was turning Tom down in a very insulting manner.

Tom eyed me up and down like merchandise and let out a low hum. 

"Okay," he said brightly, "$100,000 it is, but the stakes on your side go up too," he added in a sinister tone.

"No don't do it," Steve said in a panic.

But $100,000 was a lot of money to me; it was more than my whole family made in a year. I thought I was not a virgin by a long way, and I had been gangbanged quite a few times in my life, and I was a real slut most of the time, so the idea of having to fuck a couple of guys with some people watching seemed like very little to risk for that much money.

I found myself being lead by Tom across the room and his buddies soon gathering around the table. As each guy took his seat I realized I would be the only girl in this game. A large crowd gathered around to watch how much I would have to strip off in front of them.

Tom pulled out a video camera and set it up on a tripod near the table. 

"Just to make sure there are not false accusations later I want to make sure everybody understands the game"

"State your name," Tom said as he started the camera and sat down next to me.

"Kathy," I replied.

"Now listen carefully as I explain the rules," Tom said as much to me as to the camera. 

"We play strip poker. If you can win enough hands to get any of the guys around the table naked you win and we will pay you $100,000. When you lose you can choose which item would want to have taken off, but the guy with the highest hand gets to take it off. 

He can make you get into any position he likes to remove the clothing. He also gets to play with whatever portion of your body you have exposed for two minutes before we play the next hand.

You lose if you lose so many hands that you are completely naked before anybody else at the table than, because of the stakes involved, there will be no second chances, you must do any and all depraved sexual acts that I demand for the rest of the weekend."

"Now, do you agree with all this?"

"Yes," I replied without thinking.

"We need to make sure you understand -- I want you to look at the camera and tell us what you are agreeing to do if you lose," Tom said sternly.

Looking up at the camera I said, 

"I am going to play strip poker. When I lose a round a guy will take a piece of clothing off me and get to play with my body for two minutes. I will play strip poker till I win and get $100,000 dollars or I lose and then must have sex with some of the guys"

"No, no," Tom snapped, "Repeat after me."

"I Kathy."

"I Kathy."

"Am going to play strip poker."

"Am going to play strip poker."

"If I lose a round, I will get into any positioned ordered and let a guy undress me."

"If I lose a round, I will get into any positioned ordered and let a guy undress me."

"And touch my body in any way he likes."

'And touch my body in anyway he likes."

"If I lose the game."



"If I lose the game."

"I become the sex slave of the guys around this table."

"I become the sex slave of the guys around this table."

"For the rest of the weekend."

"For the rest of the weekend."

"And I will perform any lewd, depraved or perverted sexual acts they order me to do for loosing the game."

"And I will perform any lewd, depraved or perverted sexual acts they order me to do for loosing the game."

"All right let's play," Tom said satisfied.

"All right let's play," I repeated as a joke and giggled.

Tom shuffled the cards while Steve stood in the rather large crowd that had gathered as word spread of the $100,000 game.

My first hand was a pair of twos and I took three cards getting nothing but a King back. As each player laid their cards down it became clear I lost the first hand.



"My Shoe" I said and a stocky guy across from me stood up. 



He had me pull my chair back from the table. My face turned a little pink as the guy made me lift my legs up and hold them by my ankles with my legs spread and everybody getting to look up my skirt and between my open legs. He took my shoe off and began to tickle my feet. Within a minute I was begging him to stop, but he continued to tickle. He then offered to stop if I would bend over and let him swat my ass. Before I could decide someone yelled "TIME" and he stopped and I let my legs fall to the floor.

Another guy shuffled the next hand and one by one the cards were dealt. This time I had nothing but an ACE high and asked for four cards, but was told I could only get three. I took my three and ended up with a pair of ten's which was good enough to win the round and the guy said "SHOE," but unlike me he had socks on so tickling his foot was not as effective as it had been on mine.




The Card Game



Once more the guy shuffled and dealt the cards. Right off the bat I got three sevens and images of dollar bills danced in my head. As the cards were laid down and every guy had something better than my hands, from a full house to a straight. 

"Shoe," I said and another guy repeated the last and had me hold my legs up high and wide while he tickled my foot.

With the next hand I felt little more sober as I lost and had to give up something that matter. 

"Stocking" I said demurely. 

Tom stood up and pulled my chair back from the table. He held my hand as he helped me stand on top of the table where we played poker. 

"Lift your skirt up high," Tom commanded. 

Reaching down I fumbled a little as I grasped the bottom hem of the skirt in my fingers. Hesitantly I began to lift my tight skirt up while trying to think of how to tease them more. Once I had pulled my skirt up over my waist, I felt Tom's hand on my ankle. 

Standing in front of a large crowd of people I stood on the table top flashing my panties for all to see, as I felt Tom's hand snake up my leg over my stocking. Then he hooked his fingers inside the support tops and gently tugged one stocking down and as I stepped out of it he threw it to the crowd as a souvenir. Tom used his two minutes to feel up my thighs as he stood below me looking up between my legs.

"Does she have nice legs?" Tom asked the spectators nearby as I stood mortified on the table top holding my own skirt up like some cheap stripper.





"Yes," The crowd answered back.

As Tom helped me down from the table someone handed me a fresh drink. This one seemed to have a little more kick to it than just beer and it help sooth my nerves as the next hand was dealt. 

I was relieved when I actually won the next hand and one guy said belt. I decided there was not much I could do with a guy's waist so I waved my two minutes and the next hand was dealt.

"Stocking," I said meekly as I laid my cards down on the table. 

The effects of the booze had smoothed out some of my inhibitions so it was not as traumatic for me to climb up on the tabletop once more and raise my skirt for the crowd. As I looked out into the spectators I felt the hand of a stranger reaching up my leg and removing my other stocking. I stood feeling myself get wet as the hand massage my thighs and I could see several guys among the spectators getting turned on watching me flash my panties at them.

I won two more hands, getting another belt and one guy's sock. I started to question the odds a little in my mind as I compared how much the guys had on to lose compared to me with their belts, socks and some with undershirts. When I asked about the question of belts out loud someone handed me my drink and I took another long sip of the beer and felt the rush as it went down cold but flushed through my body as a wave of warmth.

As I laid my cards down with just a ten high I was very distraught as I realized I would now really be providing a show for the party. 

In my mind I debated between my skirt and my top. If my skirt than I would have my panties, but if my top my tits would be bare. How I wished I had kept my half cup bra on instead of leaving it in the car.

"Skirt," I snapped in frustration. 

The guy across from me stood up and walked around to me. He pulled me up from my chair and sat down.

"Take it off bitch," he said, and I reached behind me and undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. 

With one motion he grabbed my arm and jerked me down over his lap. With my body bent over his lap my upturned ass was presented for what I shockingly knew what was to happen. I began to struggle as his open palm landed on my thong covered ass.

"You’re loving this," I said, as the second slap of his hand hit my rump. 

"Yes, I am bitch, you made your bet," he said with a chuckle and an even harder whack of my ass made me wince and the sound echoed even over the blaring music.

"Take it easy Cliff, I don't want her all bruised up yet," 

Tom said and his yet made me even more worried. But the spanking still stung but was not as hard. Finally someone called out "Time." With my cheeks bright red I got up off his lap and stood as my spanker got up out of my chair. The crowd looked on bemused as I flinched when my sore ass touched the hard wood seat of the chair.

The next hand got me a pair of dirty socks and a tennis shoe. The next had me get the stocky guy to remove his shirt. His fat repulsed me so I waived my two minutes of play time and I could tell how this irritated him as his friends made jokes about him being "Untouchable."

With a two pair I though I was in pretty safe shape, but as I saw the flushes, straight and three of a kinds being displayed around the table my relief was short lived. 

"Blouse," I said meekly and the stocky guy stood up and I regretted not having done something with him when he removed his shirt. With a motion of his finger I stood up and from the look in his eyes I knew I was in trouble.

Standing before him my chest was heaving hard as my breath quickened knowing my breast would exposed soon to all? The stocky guy reached out and undid the knot to my blouse and pushed it back on my shoulders. 

With my chest bared his hand reached out and took my erect nipples in each of his fingers and began to roll them hard between his thump and forefinger. As my face contorted from the pain of his pinching my tits, his smile grew wider and he chuckled as I began to moan.

The pain was so much and I reached up to stop him from pinching so hard. Suddenly from behind someone grabbed my arms and pinned them back. Steve lunged forward, but two of Tom's friends grabbed him and pushed him away. 

"Stupid bitch," the stocky guy said, "That is against the rules," and my eyes grew immense as I saw him pull his hand back. In one sweeping motion he brought his open palm down across both my tits. I cried out and arched my back as my arms were held back making my breast jut forward, as he took another swat with his hand across both tits.

"Time."

The crowd laughed as I feel to the floor holding my breasts in my hands, rubbing them trying to sooth the stinging that emanated from the nipples on out through my chest. Someone helped me up and dumped me back in my seat. Grabbing desperately for my drink I spilled some on the cards that were dealt to me and dribbled some more down my bare breast.

Numbly I picked up my cards; half crying I asked for three more and got nothing back but a jack high. Tom stood up "You lose," and he grabbed me out of my seat and bent me over the back of a low-backed chair. 

No sooner had my feet left the ground than my thong was snatched down my legs and off. In front of everybody my shaven cunt was bared and my ass wantonly displayed over the back of the chair. 

The chair was cushioned but not enough to keep the backrest from digging into my hips. Hearing the chuckling and comments from the crowd, I felt like just so much meat on exhibit for their perverted entertainment. It made me feel so cheap and sluttish that a wave of pleasure flowed through my body as I pondered being naked and by body played with in front of so many people.

Tom moved behind me and playfully slapped my ass and then I looked up and saw the crowd standing around still watching as I heard Tom drop his pants. I realized I was about to be fucked in front of them all and I wanted to crawl away and hide. 

Almost as I reflex I tried to get up from being bent over the chair as I felt his hands on my hips and felt his prick positioned at my cunt. But, two people nearby pushed me back down. With one lunge forward I felt his rock hard cock push up inside me, causing me to let out a loud grunt. 

My sounds amused the crowd as they laughed and tittered while watching me being fucked in front of them. His first deep thrust made his hips slap at my naked ass still sore from the spanking I got earlier.

Tom began to fuck me harder, making me grunt and moan louder, to amuse his audience more. He pumped my cunt for what seemed like eternity before I felt him finally pull before I felt any cum sprayed inside my cunt. 

For a moment I wondered what was going on. Why he had stopped before Cumming inside me? Then I jumped when I felt his cock head positioned at my anus, but my arms and legs were quickly grabbed by his friends and I was held down in place. 

Four guys held me spread eagle over the back of the chair, one holding each of my limbs out as wide as they could stretch my body. Tom positioned himself to fuck me up my rectum. Once more I felt Tom's hands on my hips and his cock positioned at my ass.

"Please yessss," I screamed, which just elicited a round of laughter from the mass of onlookers. 

"I'll do anything, please fuck my ass," I pleaded and struggled against the hands that held me down.

I heard Tom chuckle with the crowd. 

"Go ahead fuck her up the ass," I heard some guy from the crowd call out. 

And then one girl in a catty voice, "God what a slut, just do her and shut her whining up, she knew what she was doing." 

I could hear others chime in with their comments urging Tom too fuck me ream my asshole with his hard cock.

"I guess if you'll do -- "anything" -- then you will get fucked up the ass," Tom shouted boisterously and I felt his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my hips.

“Well fucking do it then,” I screamed back at him.

With one jerk backwards on my hips, he half pulled me over on the back of the chair as he lunged his hips forwards. I moaned uncontrollably as his cock ripped my ass open and sink deep inside my bowls.

Oh God, that’s good," I screamed as he ploughed in to my ass as Tom bucked hard against my hips. 

I then held my head up in pleasure as waited in submission for Tom to finish using my ass for his sexual gratification, but Tom wanted my humiliation as much as he wanted sex. He pulled my head back by my hair and I looked up to see Cindy walking up to join the spectators.

"What the hell is going on?" 

She shouted and saw me pinned down by four men with one standing between my legs. She made a move, I think to help me, but was quickly grabbed and held by someone in the crowd. All she could do was stand and watch as my ass was fucked.

Someone else grabbed my hair to hold my head up and to free Tom's hands to use my body. I felt Tom's handgrip into the flesh of my hips and his cock sliding in and out of my rectum. Clutching my hips even harder, Tom pulled back out with a pop and with one lunge forward he plunged his cock as hard as he could into back into my ass. 

The pleasure made me moan and cry out till I was hoarse and it seemed like my whole ass was ripped wide open. My body bucked against those who held me over the chair as Tom fuck me hard up the ass. My moans of pleasure were entertainment for Tom's party guest as they laughed watching me crying out in wanton ecstasy from getting my ass reamed.

His rod poked its way repeatedly in my ass as he took pleasure in pulling it out and ramming it back in again.

“UHHHH, UHHHH, I’M FUCKING CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG, OOHHH, GOD YEEESSSSSSSS, AAAAAAHHHHHHH,” I screamed out.

"You're providing good entertainment for my party guest," Tom chuckled as he rammed his cock into my anus again and used one of his hands to slap my ass hard.

“I’m so glad, and I hope to provide more,” I shouted back at him loud enough for all to hear.



Finally I felt his hot load fill up the inside of my rectum and heard a load pop as he exited my ass. Breathing hard I heard him say to almost anybody, "Boy that was good," as he fought to catch his breath. 

“Now suck me clean and then lick my ass as well whore,” he commanded. 

I crawled over and took his cock in my mouth and sucked hard cleaning all the cum off him. Then as he bent forward I spread his ass cheeks and licked his ass hole, poking my tongue as far up as I could. 

“Fucking hell, look at the slut licking Toms ass and loving it,” I heard somebody shout to a round of laughter.

My reprieve from the ass fucking was short lived as the guys that held my limbs down, now pulled me back down from the chair and held me down on the hard wood floor. 

The stocky guy positioned himself between my legs and another of the card players turned my head sideways and stuck his cock into my mouth. He pushed to jam it down my throat and just chuckled when I began to suck hard. He rammed his cock in several more times as my throat fought to keep from choking on his cock. 



The guy would just hold my head down harder on his cock "That feels good bitch, keep doing it," as he felt my throat contracting around his cock and pushing against him with every reflex my throat made.

But while one guy tried to gag me with his cock in my mouth, the stocky guy pushed his cock into my still unused pussy and pulled my knees up to position my pussy for a fuck. 

With a guy at each end I was rocking back and forth as the two pounded their cocks into each of my openings. The stocky guy came first and he pulled out letting half his load spill over my open cunt.

The guy fucking my mouth was going wild. Banging his hips into my face and burying his cock as deep down my throat as it would go. It did not matter that I was feeling faint from lack of air, all that matter was that his cock release it load to drown me. 


I was retching slightly from his cock, so far down my throat and with one whole heaving of my body all the beer I had drank that night came flowing up my oesophagus and up around his cock. 

"Man this is great," I heard him say as he tried to push even deeper down as his cock got the sensation of beer flowing up from my stomach. 

His cock plugged my mouth completely and forced me to reswallow all of the beer that could not escape. My swallowing rubbed his cock head the right way and soon he shot a heavy load of cum to mix with my beer vomit.

"That was great, but it’s starting to sting just a little," he said, as he pulled his cock out from my mouth. 

He then made me lick his cock, balls and ass hole clean of all the cum and vomit that was over him. With his cock gone I took a deep breath, with that some more of the beer came rushing out and onto the floor around me. I took another breath air; I wiped my mouth as I lay around in my own vomit. 

Someone reached down and handed me a cup and I took a drink of very cold beer witch helped lubricate my throat ready for what I expected was more cock to come.

Just enjoying the chance to breath again I lay back naked in a pool of vomit and just enjoyed the sensation of well fucked ass. 

"God what a fucking old slut," I heard and was sure it was from the same catty voiced girl as before.



"The stinging must of have been some of stomach acids washing up to your cock," I heard Tom reply and I laid there listening as the guys at the poker table discussed the merits of choking someone giving them head.

"Stupid little bitch spilled all my cum on the floor," the man that had choked me said.



"Now she is too messy to do anything with. We will have to take her out and clean her up," Tom said.

As I laid naked in my own vomit I heard Tom make Cindy an offer. He would forgo any more abuse to me if she played the strip poker game and would give her $100,000 if she won. I wanted to jump up and say for her to just watch as I loved to be gangbanged. But, I did not need to worry as I heard Cindy's reply.

"Are you kidding, the game odds are almost impossible for the girl. Five guys one girl. A girl would have to win 99 of 100 hands to win at your game," Cindy replied defensively and then added, "You have had your, fun let her go."

"No way," Tom snapped, "I got her agreeing to everything on tape, the slut is mine till Sunday night."

“I’m ok Cindy, I love being the slut,” I called out to her.

"So glad to hear that," Tom said as he stood above me. 

"So you are to do as you're told or we will whip you till you do."

“Ummm, I think I would like that as well,” I replied.

"Man what are you? You’re such a fucking slut?" Cindy exclaimed and shook her head at me "You'll be lucky if they don't turn your cunt into hamburger you stupid tart." 

Just then I saw Cindy jump from someone grabbing her ass and she was pulled backwards into the crowd.



"Now get on your hand and knees and crawl that way," Tom commanded as he pointed to the far set of steps leading down to the first floor. 

Dripping with vomit I climbed up on my hands and knees and began to crawl. Tom and many of his party guests followed me as I crawled like a dog down the flight of stairs. Once in the kitchen area, even more of the party goers saw me naked, covered in vomit and crawling like a trained animal on my hands and knees. 

I thought of what I must look like. A 42 year old married women, crawling naked on her hands and knees through a large crowd of people with cum running out of my just fucked ass and cunt, and my face caked in it.

Down the steps from the kitchen I crawled down and onto to the backyard grass. The cool night air chilled vomit on my skin. Tom stopped long enough to switch on all the bright garden lights on so the hundred or more people now following me could watch as I crawled across Tom's backyard.

Tom pointed me down a dirt road that led from the house. Naked, and with all the lights Illuminating my body I crawled, crying out whenever my knee landed on a rock or other hard objects along the dirt road. For some reason some guy ran up from behind me up to my ass as I crawled along. 

He made a crude sound with his nose and mouth, a sound I had heard other guys make before, and I shook as he spat a large wet slimy load of spit on my naked ass. As I crawled along the spit slid down between my ass cheeks and dripped off my cunt.

A feeling of depravity swept through me, as I carried on down the path. Deep down I knew I loved the feeling of being used, like a cheap slut again. How many guys at the party had seen me ass fucked, mouth fucked, cunt fucked and my body sticky and slick with my own vomit. I was beyond the level of the gutter and my body was now just a sewer for any guy's waste, and I didn’t give a shit, I was revelling in it.

Soon a couple more guys came up and out of the dark spit slimy spit on my body and in my face as I crawled along the dirt road from the house. Then a guy ran up ahead of me several feet. I looked up as I saw him undo his pants. As I got close he let loose a hot stream of piss into my face and kept peeing on me as I crawled past him.

I continued to crawl along as other guys ran up along my path and took turns pissing on me as I crawled; others whipped my ass with their belts. My knees hurt and I felt dirtier than any whore could ever feel. 

As I crawled I was aware of every curve and opening of my body and how it was now providing lewd images to those near me. My tits and hips swayed with every step and every new gob of slimy spit that hit between my legs reminded me how open my cunt was from behind. 

I was beyond a slut or cunt, I could not even think of a word for how low and depraved I had become to allow men to piss on me at will while I crawled naked along a dirt road and other men spat or wanked over every part of my body.

After what seemed miles on my hands and knees I spotted our destination. It was a large barn. Tom opened the door while I stayed on my hands and knees and one more guy finished relieving himself on my ass. Tom stepped inside and suddenly I heard the splash of water. 

Looking to my left I spotted a corral and lights were turned on and I could see water gushing from a fire hydrant type of spigot as Tom flooded the corral with water.

"Into the water bitch," Tom commanded. 

I was allowed to stand up and I looked down at my body. Floodlights shone all over my flesh. I could see a lot of my vomit had been washed away by the piss. My body was sticky wet and I looked forward to taking a bath, even in a fire hydrant and with over a hundred people, men and women watching.




The Card Game



It had been several weeks since Laurie had been on any kind of adventure, and I knew she was getting a little restless. When Saturday afternoon rolled around, she found me comfortably stretched out in my massage chair. Two round of golf had left me a little stiff, and I had made a commitment to play again early Sunday morning.

She walked out of her dressing room with a big, fluffy towel wrapped around her. She was about to take a bath and wanted to know if I felt like taking her dancing that evening. I told her that I really didn't think I would be up that late – I really didn't think I wanted to go out.

Laurie looked at me with a funny expression. "Would you mind if I went out, then?" she asked rather softly.

I looked up at her, blue eyes sparkling, her towel appearing to slip down over her breasts until one hard, dark pink nipple was exposed. "You seem kind of excited about something, baby. What's going on?" I tried to remain fairly calm as I asked her.

Her voice dropped to just above a whisper. "Lou called, baby. A few days ago..." Her eyes started getting brighter, I could see her nipple pushing further out. "He asked me if I wanted to be a hostess at a card game..." Laurie's breathing getting shallower as she spoke.

I looked up again – she was standing right in front of the chair. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue across the point of her breast. She giggled. Then I took it between my lips, bit down softly and started to pull it out even more. She started moaning. "Is that what you want, baby? Something a little rough?" She nodded and pulled me back. I sucked her between my teeth. She moaned again and I let her go, settling back in the chair. "What's the deal?" 

My beautiful, sexy wife knelt in front of me, the towel now on the carpet. Her dark hair cut short emphasized her sky-blue eyes and cream-colored skin. She started to unzip my pants. "He said that he wants me and another girl to help with his party..." Her hand grasped my cock and she pulled it out, licking me from the bottom of the shaft to the tip. "He said he would give us $500 each..." and she bobbed her head down, swallowing me all the way, and then slowly went up until she was holding me in her hand. "Baby, Lou said I could probably make a lot more in tips." And again, she swallowed me until I was in her throat. Slowly she came up again. "Is it okay, baby?"

"Who's gonna be there?"

"He said maybe a dozen guys – two tables of high-stakes poker." She was sliding her hand up and down as we spoke. "Lou said two of the guys from Michigan would be there." Her eyes were glazing again, her breathing fast and short.

I put my hand on her cheek, turning her face toward me. "You mean the guy who fucked your ass in the sauna?" My breathing was shallower than hers now. 

"Yessss..." Laurie hissed as she bent once more to swallow my hard-on. 

"Do you want him to do it again?" "Do you want to be Lou's whore again?" She moaned a yes, still with a mouth full of cock. Then I felt something I had never experienced before...without moving her head, and with my cock buried in her throat, Laurie started to swallow, the muscles in her throat massaging the shaft and the head. Within seconds, I could feel myself getting very close to release. She moved one hand under my balls and started to squeeze as my cum started moving up the shaft. "Yeah, baby..." I moaned now as I started to erupt, my cock throbbing with each pulse I sent down her throat. "Go ahead...go be a whore again...you know I love you, baby...if that's what you want..."

She swallowed all of it, and then licked me clean until I was too sensitive to take any more. Getting up, she leaned into me and gave me a deep kiss, rolling her cum-covered tongue around my mouth. She pulled away, looked at me, and said next time, I would be tasting someone else. I just sat there, watching the cheeks of her ass rolling as she walked to the bath.

About an hour later, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, my wife kissed me, got into her car, and drove down town. I thought that would be the last I saw or heard anything until I would see her after my golf game Sunday morning. I was wrong.

The telephone woke me about 2:00 in the morning. When I heard my brother David's voice, I thought something had happened to our mother. He quickly put that thought out of my mind. Well, then I was pissed – it was two o'fucking clock! What did he want? 

"Just thought I'd call, see how you were doing." He sounded a little drunk, but not too much. I told him I was just fine, thanks. Why was he calling?

"Thought you might want to know..." he sounded a little hesitant, "I went to a card game in the city tonight, little brother."

My heart just stopped – I couldn't breathe and my stomach felt like it had fallen to the first floor. "Oh yeah? Win anything?" I choked out the words.

"No," he said, "I didn't stay long enough to play." He hesitated again, and I didn't feel like saying anything. "I did see something pretty interesting, though..."

"Yeah? What did you see, David? What do you want to tell me?"

He was very quiet, almost sober. "I saw Laurie."

"And?" 

Then he got loud. "And???" he almost choked, "Jesus Christ, man...she was in the bedroom..."

I had to put him out of his misery. "I know, David...I know all about it."

"No, man, really...I thought I heard her voice as I walked around the suite...then I looked through an open door..." his voice started getting raspy, "there she was, leaning over on top of some guy, getting royally fucked!!!"

"It's okay, bro...I told you...I know all about her, about what she does...it's okay, really."

And it started to sink in, slowly...After a few minutes of calming him down, telling him we had fooled around since our college days, he started to relax. I asked him what happened, what had he really seen? When he finally realized I was okay, he started getting a little excited about the whole thing.

"Steven, I knew a long time ago that she's beautiful...but, God, she is really hot!" He was warming to the occasion nicely. I agreed with him and again, asked him what he actually saw.

"Okay," he said, "if you really want me to tell you..." He took a couple of deep breaths and began...

"I was walking around this hotel suite...a client had invited me along...said his friend always had great parties, and this looked pretty good. There was a real cute blond chick dressed in a black mesh thing – completely see-through – bringing guys' drinks while they played. Each one grabbed her and she didn't mind a bit. She asked us what we wanted...my friend said a scotch and a blowjob...I said that sounded good, but was she 'taking care' of the whole party? She said if I preferred a brunette, there was another girl in back who would be happy to 'take care' of me. She brought us our drinks and my friend went to the restroom and I started to wander around.

"It was strange, but I thought I heard Laurie's voice coming from one of the bedrooms. Well, I knew it couldn't be her (heh heh) but I wanted to see who sounded so much like her. When I got close to one of the bedrooms, the sounds got louder, but the door was more than half open, so I just walked into the room. Little brother, I thought I was gonna shit and have a heart attack....it was your WIFE!!! I couldn't believe it...at first, she was bent over this guy, riding his pole, her tits mashed into his chest. Christ, she's got great tits, bro. I know I gasped or choked or made some kind of noise when I really realized who she was. The guy on the bed looked over at me and smiled...said better get in line, she was one great fuck...then Lauire leaned up a little and turned her head towards me. 

"Steven, I promise, man, I really tried to get out before she could see me...but I was like paralyzed, I just couldn't move. Then she was looking right at me. At first, for just a second, it seemed like she didn't know it was me. Then, she looked real hard at me, man, and she smiled the greatest smile...like everything was okay, no problem. Meanwhile, this guy has his hands on her hips and is just lifting her up and down his big prick. Then, while she's still staring and smiling at me, she turns around so she is almost facing me, and leans back on her hands. It's like she wants me to see all of her, bro. (I tell him I know...its okay, I'm sure she was turned as much or more than he was.) God, she was so hot...she stroked her hands over her tits, then down her stomach. I couldn't help it – my eyes just had to follow – I stared at her hands as she stroked his prick sliding in and out of her. 

"Jesus, man," he was laughing now, still a little nervously, "she's shaved...and the tattoo? You get that for her or did she do that herself?"

I told him it was a long story for another night, but actually someone gave that to her in Europe – not me. But what else happened tonight?

He lost the laughter. "She was rubbing herself – I couldn't take my eyes away – and the guy was fucking her harder. She brought a hand up, knowing I would look, and smiled at me like we were in love. I smiled back; I think I was trying to cover my pants. She...uh, kind of crooked her finger at me, to come over to her."

My cock was so hard now – one touch and I was gone.

"I walked slowly over to the bed, your beautiful, naked, getting-fucked wife, smiling at me, reaching out her hand. The guy was moaning that he was gonna cum. Laurie took my hand and put it on her breast – then leaned over and kissed me."

I came. I hadn't touched myself.

"She said, 'David, I love you. Everything's going to be okay. I love your brother more than ever.' Then, bro, I think all three of us came at the same time."

"I love you, David. I don't know if you would ever have known about this. But you do – and from what you've told me, Laurie's okay...she's probably more worried about you than anything else. We'll all talk about this another time. I gotta go to sleep."

And after a few more minutes of reassurances and, I think maybe a hint of him wanting to see her again, and me not minding, we said goodnight.



The Card Game



"Come join the game." My master said as I took off my coat and hung up my purse.

I had just returned from what was supposed to have been a "Girl's Night Out", that had turned into a disaster because Salina had just broken up with her fiancé. I returned home to find my guy, my Master, had invited several of his friends from our favorite Night Club over for a night of High Stakes cards. 

Now, playing cards, especially poker, has never been my strong suit. I know the basics of the game however, so when I was told to join in, I silently obeyed.

The seven men at the table pushed somewhat closer together to make an opening where I was obviously to sit. A couple of them snickered. 

"So Ted, coming in second doesn't get you the money, but it does mean the woman starts the game between you and Matt. Too bad he doesn't share the cash, too." 

As I sat down, Ted and Matt simultaneously ran their hands from my knees up my thigh. Matt, confident in both his streak of good luck and his good looks, only paused at the skirt halfway up, and then continued his stroke to the top of my thigh till his fingers found my panties.

He was obviously enjoying both the feel of my skin and the envious looks of the others, but he seemed to also be assessing what I was wearing, even counting it. I could see Ted very carefully checking out my tits, and as if to confirm his findings, he ran a quick hand across my shoulders, verifying the presence of a bra. 

Another of the card players addressed my man in a mocking tone. "You put the woman on the table and loose, you take your chances at what we do with the winnings, man."

"Deal" my man said. "Just deal." 

Only I could guess that this was part of his plan for the evening. I could see the color rising in his face, and was sure that if I had been able to see across and under the table, I'd see the bulge of his dick starting to harden at the open lust for me that his buddies were displaying.

"The game is 5 card stud, and the stakes are clothing."Said Matt as he dealt the cards. 

All around the table, I could see the men openly staring at me, wondering how fast they would be seeing me, and how much of my clothing I would lose before the game folded. Or if the stakes would become higher, and possibly how much of me they could get!

The first round went quickly. Jeff, a big but very muscular guy, seemed more than happy to shed his shirt. He preened a bit, showing off his chest for me and I played my part by passing admiring glances around the table as 4 of the 7 guys lost their shirts. I had a decent hand, so I played through the first 2 rounds of betting, although I hedged by simply stating "1 piece" and "2nd piece" on my bets.

"Keep 'em guessing, Baby" was the comment from my man. 

"Show 'em" was the final call, accompanied by several laughs directed at me. 

Those turned to groans as I laid out my hand. I'd survived the first round, but this obviously just heightened the sexual tension as some of the guys were shifting uncomfortably around what had to be the beginnings of hard-ons.

"Not so fast". My own guy laid down his cards. He'd beaten me! "2 pieces, Baby". 

"Are you really going to give all these losers a free shot?" I sputtered. He simply nodded, to the grins of the other six.

Looking him right in the eye, I slowly reached under the table, under my skirt... And slid my panties down. I tossed them into the center of the table. Never breaking eye contact, I reached under my blouse and unhooked my bra. Sliding the straps down my arms, I pulled it loose of my sheer blouse without removing the blouse at all. 

Freed from their bondage, my generous tits bounced a bit as they tumbled into their natural droop. But a small sigh seemed to pass around the table, as they realized that the sheer material of my blouse was underlaid with a lace camisole. 

"I'd have loved to see those babies laying loose in front of me this first hand, but I'll admire the points anyway. You're just delaying the inevitable, Sweetheart" Jeff muttered in a thickened voice. My man smiled, and I saw how much he was enjoying this.

Next round, I knew I was in trouble from the start. "Fold" I said, and the action stopped as I removed the camisole much as I had the bra, paying up on my ante. 

Now the sheer material of the blouse was the stuff of their fantasies... I could see it in their lust-darkened eyes and hear it in their quickened breath. My dark pink nipples did their usual high salute- I never could get them to relax in any situation, much less one that included 6 guys viewing their splendor for the first time. 

The hand forgotten, each of them had something to say about the display of barely-concealed DD cup, perfectly tipped beauties in front of them. I could tell each of them wanted more than anything at that moment to be exploring my tits with their hands, their mouths, their tongues in addition to the eye feast they were enjoying. Maybe that would be my next play!

"Hey, we got a game or are we done?" my man brought them back to the cards at hand. "I know you dick-heads don't get a show like this every night like I do, but if you want to see or do any more, you'd better up your games!" 

"DO??" I thought silently. I'm in trouble. Show is one thing, but do is another. I'd better think of a way to keep this under control. Lust, that's the key.

I leaned back in my chair, arching my back slightly to give them all a reminder of what was on display now. Then I reached across the table and retrieved my panties. With a teasing smile, I held them up to my face, reminding each one that they'd love to do the same. 

The round played out brutally. Distracted by my cream and pink tits, and now thinking of what lay under my miniskirt-nothing but bare, naked, pussy!- the guys were losing shirts, belts, pants... now Steve had upped the bet to include his underwear. What was under them, I wasn't sure, since they were typical boxers. But I was about to see just what was making that tent, as man after man called his bluff. 

Steve stood to strip down. His tall lean body bent quickly to hide the tented boxers, but as he dropped them and kicked them off, he stood somewhat proudly to display a long, slender dick at full attention. He grinned a bit sheepishly. 

"She sorta got under my, uh, skin". A round of snickers, then Louis laughed out loud.

"Any of us without one of those at the almost-bare titties here is definitely not playing for the same team". 

"Steve, being the first brave loser gives you a special win. Go tuck that thing behind her on the same chair. Now, since you're a loser, no hands on her, no mouth on her...yet. You each have to earn that one. But I suspect her sweet ass will keep that bone pretty warm, even with her skirt on". My guy said to Steve.

Grinning, Steve moved me forward on my chair. His long fingers slid up my bare arms, but true to my man's dictate, he only paused level with my boobs, and moved on. His dick, now rock-hard and not going anywhere, scraped against my back and down my ass against the tight skirt material as he settled in behind me. If anything, his hard-on grew harder.

The betting was now going wild. Dealt in on the next hand, I had to get creative. I knew I had only 2 pieces of clothing left, and 7 very horny guys hanging on every move, trying desperately to figure out how to relieve their urgent need for SEX, preferably with me involved.

I bluffed. I looked each in the eye as I caught them watching my titties or staring into the notch of my thighs disappearing under the short skirt. It had hiked it up even higher on my thighs as Steve pulled me forward on the chair and as he shifted behind me, keeping his raging hard-on pressed into my ass. 

Smiling my sexiest come-on, I planted in each mind the thought that, if he played his cards right, I'd be his to fuck tonight. Well, we would see about that.

The harder and hotter, the better. Jeff was so interested in every jiggle my tits made that he was pretty easy to read. He had a good hand, and thought he'd found the way to my... Honey pot. My turn to bet.

"Guys, you can see... I've bet what I have on... Only two items of clothing between me and total nakedness. Can I interest any of you in touching what you can see now, instead of losing my shirt?" 

"Hell yeah, Baby-what you offering?" 

"I bet 2 minutes: any hand that beats mine gets 2 minutes of exploring. Hands over clothes, but you can do anything you want with your hands. And anyone who beats my hand gets that 2 minutes."

"Shit, I'll call that bet". "Damn Straight. Just like this big guy here-straight and hard". "No, wait... if we say no, off comes the shirt, maybe the skirt too. I'm holding out for that".

OK, I have to sweeten the pot. I slowly grind my hips against Steve's big dick. He's groaning, pulsing...but now I rise off my chair, spreading my legs in the process. Every guy there is trying to see if they can really see pussy, or if it's only shadow. I run my own hands up my hips, my waist, moving up to the jiggling mounds they can't keep their eyes off of. I cup my tits, straining them against the thin sheer blouse. Each one wants his hands there; each one wants his mouth...

Now to reel them in; Steve is both motionless and breathless behind me. I grasp both his hands and press them firmly to my ass, which his dick has been straining against. I direct them as they knead and mold my ass cheeks, then move them between my legs just on top of the edge of my skirt. Steve's groaning and pumping his hips now, almost ready to blow a huge load of come right there in front of all of them. So I lower the heat just a bit for him, who's fixated on my ass and what's beyond it, and shift his hands up to my tits. As his fingers find my huge nipples, now swollen in the increasing excitement that I'm feeling, every guy in the room wants to be a loser if losers get this reward.

Steve's a lost cause. He's going to be the first casualty in the race to fuck me. Because he's going to get his relief right now, not in the group relief that's inevitable. I turn and straddle him, showing the very edges of my ass cheeks to the rest of the group, now mesmerized with the action. Steve immediately buries his face between my titties, mouth on nipple right through the blouse. He doesn't remember right now that I even have any clothes on. I lower my ass to his lap, but don't let that raging cock enter me, just rub on my barely covered pussy mound. Steve's beyond caring. He is biting and sucking on my tits, surging against my pussy mound, and groaning. And coming... Great gobs of sticky cum are spurting onto my skirt, my legs, my stomach. The other guys are making noises too-some commenting on the force and volume of Steve's cum, some stroking their own hardening cocks. 

I pull back demurely from Steve, leaving him breathless and finally without the aching hard-on that the rest are sporting. 

"OK, that's what can happen in two minutes. Who's going to accept my bet?"

"I still want to see you naked. I don't believe you have the hand to beat mine, and I want your tits and your pussy on full display". My guy, of course. 

"I'll take your bet!" The murmur went around the table. Now without a chair, I straddle the bar-stool nearest them. 

"Any of you who fold, the two minutes start when you lay your cards down, and the first to do it gets to unbutton my blouse for the rest of you".

Louis laid down his hand. "Two gorgeous tits, one sweet ass, beat this hand any day." I smiled, and next thing I knew, his big black fingers were slowly unbuttoning the blouse, milking my nipples through the thin fabric along the way. I glanced down, and realized he'd been one who lost his pants in the earlier round, and had been going commando. His black dick was longer than any I'd ever seen, and much thicker. It actually made me wince to think of it penetrating me. But I wasn't going to let that happen! 

I cupped his balls in my hand as he freed my tits of their silky veil. Every guy there gave a little gasp and sigh, knowing these massive mounds could be in their hands. And with Louis' balls in my hands and his dick as hard as it could get, I knew one more of these gentlemen was on his way out of the game.

I stroked up, hard, and then gentled as he gasped and pinched my left nipple. I let out a little moan, and began to stroke that dick as if I couldn't wait to see him explode. OK, at that point it was pretty much what I wanted as well.

He buried his face in the deep valley between my tits, grabbing back for my ass as my hands made his dick pulse and pound. "No, no, I'm not giving in that easily..." But too late. My hands had done their job, and he exploded in a groaning arch against my belly. His cum covered my tits and my stomach, while his hands still kneaded my ass and pulled me against him. 

Louis' expression was amusing, fighting between satisfaction and disappointment that he hadn't been the first one to bury his dick in one or another of my holes. And around the table, the remaining 4 gentlemen and my own man shifted in their seats as their hard-ons stiffened even more and their desire rose to new heights. Oh, yes, every one of them was imagining his own dick in me in some form or another.

But the hand was still in play. As Louis and Steve headed shakily off for beer or the bathroom, I picked up my cards, worthless as they were, and gave a tiny smile to throw them off.

"Hmmm, seems only 5 of you are still players. Let's raise the stakes some. Any of you who can't beat my hand will have to leave the room with that stiff dick intact, while the ones who want their own 2 minute drill can fold now, and fold themselves right over here".

"That doesn't factor in those of us who CAN beat you, baby." My man was upping the stakes again, safe in the knowledge that he'd be the one sticking his own dick into me wherever and whenever he pleased. "I'm pretty confident in these cards, enough to leave the game or to take whatever I want from you".

Murmurs of assent were heard from two or three of the men. Either confident or foolish, they were the ones I'd have to worry about at the end. But a couple of guys stole looks at each other. Those were my low-hanging fruit, so to speak...and low-hanging was obvious in the bare balls that swung under swollen cocks that proudly poked up from their owner's laps, ready to take the challenge or to take me in an instant.

I settled back into my chair, wiggling my ass and setting my swollen breasts swinging a bit. The barely-there material had draped back over them just nicely after Louis' assault on them. There was still a lot of cum on my skirt, and on my belly. 

"Mmmm" I said, scooping up a large glob- whose, I wasn't sure- and licking it off my finger. "I do love cum. In fact, I love to be covered in it. Who is next to fold your hand and start using your hands- both of them, anywhere you can reach on me? While I use mine, maybe adding to this collection of sticky goodness?"

"Shit, this hand is crap. I'm not taking the chance her cards are better and lose out on any chance at all to dump this load in or on her."

I'd already figured out that Jeff wasn't interested in cards that came between him and the tits I'd been teasing him with. A short glimpse of them naked before Louis' hands covered them with his kneading was not going to satisfy this Breast Man.

"So you lay your cards down, and come on over to the reward, Jeff." I tucked my cards under the mat at my place as he stood, showing a lovely large bulge in very tight bikini underwear. These guys weren't going to take a peek at my cards while my peaks were giving them a show!

I turned my back, or most importantly my ass, to the table as Jeff rose. Giving them all a long look at my rounded ass cheeks pressed tightly against my skirt, I pivoted and backed my way over to the couch, backing teasingly away from Jeff's approach. I tightened my stomach muscles and raised my boobs enticingly to the table, and especially at Jeff. Sinking down on the sofa, I spread my legs just enough for the guys still at the table to start wondering about the dark mystery between them once again, and reaching up Jeff, pulled him down to straddle me.

No words this time. Jeff raised his throbbing dick straight into the deep valley of my cleavage. Reaching down, his hands grasped my mounds. Kneading, stroking, thrusting his cock against my breastbone, then backing away slightly as his fingers found my large and swollen nipples. He rolled, twisted, pulled and rubbed them, sitting back on his haunches with that dick straining against the material of his underwear. Even in the execution of my elimination plan, I found time to notice that it was an exceptionally large bulge, and to wonder what that dick looked like.

With a regretful look at the V between my legs, Jeff turned all his attention to the tits he'd been admiring all night. Fast stroking, slow stroking, soft brushes, strong jerks and twists to the nipples; he was giving my tits a workout of Olympic proportions. And despite my lack of enthusiasm at this plan of my man's, I was definitely getting aroused. This man knew his titty mastery. And every man at the table was mesmerized by the way Jeff was getting my tits to swell, to flush and to elongate those enticing nips further and further.

But my cherry red nipples were not the only thing elongating. I now could see the top of Jeff's dick protruding out of his underwear. Seeing my gaze and sensing an opening to get more than he'd folded for, he tore them off, freeing a dick as nearly as long as Louis'. And no sooner had he freed it than he pushed forward, seeking to bury it somewhere, anywhere...

I arched, pressing my swollen tits upward. That did it... the Titty Man ignored the tiny skirt I was wearing to barely hide my bare pussy. His hands wrapped hard around my breasts, which bulged out above, below and around his fingers. He groaned with the urgency of his need to fuck. And I obliged that need... in my own way. I reached down to that lovely dick, gently tugging it upward. As he straddled me, I guided his hands to the outsides of my tits, helping him create that lovely valley he'd been fantasizing about. His dick pressed between them, reaching to my chin as he began thrusting.

He moaned as I flicked my tongue around its head, creating just enough moisture to mix with our sweat and lubricate his dick's journey between my mountains. He grabbed my hair, pushed me back against the couch back, and started the rhythm that I knew would not end until he exploded. Stroke, stroke, squeezing tits and humping against my chest...

Suddenly, there were more sensations. Hands. Working up my legs, higher toward my thighs... now how could I concentrate when one man was about to erupt on my jugs, while someone- or several someones- was now playing wherever they wanted to with my lower parts? Hands seemed to be everywhere. And sweat, tits being battered by a dick hot and stiff with cum, grunts, groans, now the slap of bare cock against the outside of one thigh while several hands eased those thighs apart, just as the ramrod assaulting my boobs exploded . Hot cum arched through the air, landing on my lips, my face, and streaming down the inside of the valley of my tits. Still the hands continued: I realized that for now, they were playing by the rules that were both binding them through honor and increasing their excitement for forbidden fruit.

Jeff was spent. Thoroughly pleased with the fact he'd conquered the object of his desire, my bountiful breasts, he rolled off to the side, content to stroke those tits and admire his own cum sliding down them. He was obviously still enjoying the effects of both his orgasm and the sight of the tits he'd admired. Now they were his, at least once.

Jeff watched with sated interest as the exploration below continued. Now able to focus, I saw two sets of cards spread at my feet, and the men who'd folded in order to fondle me. Ted, whose second-place finish in the game where my participation had been offered as the prize, was expanding the exploration his hands had done when I sat down next to him. On my opposite side was Rick. Rick hadn't joined the bragging and put-downs going on around the table, but had played his hands quietly while his gaze was as focused on my boobs as Jeff's was. However, he was definitely blooming in this situation: every bit as unconcerned about his buddies' presence as he was during the games, he unashamedly showed a shorter but very thick dick that was obviously looking for a home, in or on me. Now here I am, his quiet look said, ready to explore any inch of me that was displayed, and perhaps some inches that weren't. 




The Card Game



Ted, on the other hand, was simply doing what he was going to do. His hands were commanding, kneading my thighs, rubbing my hips over the short and tight skirt. As Jeff subsided, his fingers continued exploring around the whole area covered by that skirt- hips, belly, sliding under me to cup my ass. And then up to my battered tits, brushing Jeff's cum aside without a thought, and making my mounds his own. His mouth was working too, but in narration rather than on my skin. He wanted every one of them to know what he thought of my tits. The texture, the warmth glowing from my swollen nipples, the heaviness as he cupped them, the rubbery reflex of my nipples when he stretched and pulled them. All were subjects of his discourse; all would know of his ability to arouse me and to withstand the temptation to relieve his aching hard-on in the hope of holding out until I became a free fuck zone. 

"You assholes couldn't resist a marvelous set of tits like these, so you blew your wads all over her but you won't be ready for fucking her when she loses everything. I'm keeping my load, man, until I can fill her sweet hole with it." 

I could hear the danger in his boasts. I had to up the ante, even though we'd stepped (or staggered) away from the table. Or I'd wind up as the centerpiece at a free-for-all fuck party. And that wasn't in my plan, however much it was in my man's. So I disengaged myself from both Ted's hands on my tits and wherever else he could grab, and the slow sensations coming from below where Rick was savoring his journey up my legs. Standing, I allowed the blouse still clinging to my shoulders to slip to the floor. 

"That was more than two minutes, boys. If you're wanting more show, you gotta pay the lady. That's me, and I haven't lost, yet."

"Hey" Ted sputtered, "My two minutes isn't over, just Jeff's. We laid down our cards just before he squirted off to happiness, so I'm owed..."

I shut him up by sliding my body from his simply average but obviously swollen dick, rubbing first my face, then tits, then rising up the length of his body letting him feel my hard nipples caressing his belly, his chest, his neck...then pushing both breasts against his mouth. He responded as any man does, opening his lips and letting mounds of tits engulf his mouth. There was an intake of breath from the four men still at the table. All were watching this show without moving a muscle, unless you count that impressive muscle that seemed to rise from each groin on its own. 

Ted groaned. Mouth full of my tit, he pulled in more and more of it until he almost gagged on massive mammary. And I was not stopping there. He was the first to get a mouth on me, but now I'd call his bluff on his boasts. 

I let him suck; lick, bite and pull, then move to the other tit and do the same. I was also very aware I was putting on a show for the rest of the room, even those who'd blown their loads on lesser action. I arched and squirmed, moaned and screamed a bit when the urge took me. As he obviously got my juices flowing, I started rubbing against him. Although his dick was not particularly impressive, he did have a good body, so it was easy to get into appreciating his attentions. 

A glance down showed me that his dick was barely holding back. What would I have to do to keep him from breaking the rules, from simply grabbing me and entering me at will? I was sure that he had that in him. And I could see the lust-driven urges in his eyes.

"That's your two minutes, my friend."

"Bull shit. I'm going to fuck you right here, you cock-teasing bitch". 

"And let the rest of these guys either not get their winnings or regret folding when fucking is the alternative? I don't think so."

"Dick has his privileges. You've gotten him this far, he's ready to take what he needs. "

But again, I silenced this blowhard with a simple stroke. I gave that stroke to his dick, from the base of his balls, up the shaft of his dick, with my fingernails just barely scraping. That razor edge between pleasure and pain... And he could not resist. Grabbing my hand for the final stroke or two, his dick exploded between us. Cum shot all over my belly, now naked from the remaining scrunch of skirt; up my swaying tits, even hitting my nipples again. 

Rick's hands had started at my feet. But he had been busy while Ted had been enjoying, then resisting, then completely surrendering to my talents. He had been stroking, caressing, teasing and petting every space on my skin that Ted's lusty face or hands or body wasn't occupying. His progress wasn't showy, wasn't boastful like some of the others. His hands weren't using my body as if it didn't matter whether I was a sex toy or a woman. He was thoroughly enjoying what he was touching, no doubt- his dick had swelled from normally thickened and definitely interested, to stiff and upright, to rock-hard and urgently needing relief. And it was a very sexy dick- thick, long, and shaped most beautifully. The head of his dick looked like it had been shaped by a sculptor. It rose perfectly from the shaft, symmetrical and smooth. Yes, I was enjoying the sights before me with Rick, as well as enjoying his muscled and shapely ass, now exposed as he bent to expand his area of attention as Ted fell back, exhausted by the forceful and not-entirely voluntary release of his juices.

Rick took a moment to survey the sight before him: Me. At this point, I was naked except for a tiny scrunch of skirt, barely covering my pussy mound and the delights it guarded, and only serving to accentuate the bare curves of ass cheeks that protruded below it. My tits, reddened with excitement and the abrasions of eager would-be lovers, were swollen, pink and white mounds topped with dark pink nipples enlarged by both my own response to the various assaults they had endured and by the vigorous tugging, pulling and twisting that Ted, and before him Jeff, had subjected them to. Their natural weight made them hang a bit low on my chest, but the sway and bobbing of their not-quite-perky nature had the room hypnotized. Over their tender and smooth skin, and down my belly, ran cum that was slowly drying, the evidence of those who had cum already.

Rick took this all in, while his hand moved to his own dick and slowly stroked it. He knew how to savor a moment. I could tell he wanted me as badly as the others had, but that he was more disciplined. And he could savor whatever a girl wanted to share with him, rather than lust for more.

Now that I was free from any other man actively engaged in trying to fuck me, he would take his time. He guided me back to the sofa, and went to work with his hands again. First he positioned himself between my legs, using his hands to gently spread my legs and partially reveal the secret being guarded by my pussy mound. My pussy lips were swollen, and I was experiencing the familiar ache of excitement as his hands worked from my knees, up the tender insides of my thighs. Being careful not to push too hard and earn a reprimand from me for going beyond the limits I set, he began to very gently knead the sensitive protectors of my most personal opening. 

He had obviously learned that pussy lips could be either an orgasm-inducing gateway or, with rough handling, a total turn-off that would stop foreplay in its tracks. He was getting it right.

The moaning I was doing was not for show, although the men, especially those still at the table, were definitely enjoying it. They were going to hold out for bigger stakes, but the strain was showing, in their faces and in their cocks. I was feeling the gentle but not light touches from both of Rick's hands, milking my pussy lips and pressing them knowingly against the clit they covered. 

He kept just enough pressure on them to keep from distracting me with pain but to keep my clit engaged in the friction that was going to lead to my own first release. Faster and faster he kneaded, until I could not hold back another second. My orgasm throbbed in partial fulfillment, but left me wanting more. Now it was me who had desires not being fulfilled. 

"Maybe that will earn me a few minutes more?" 

Rick whispered. His hands left my pulsating pussy, and quickly enveloped my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to his radiantly hot cock. Uh-oh, I'd better watch out or I'd be riding this dick before I had a chance to think. Instead, I let his dick push against the pussy lips he'd just been stroking so masterfully. Hot and leaking juices from my own orgasm, the valley between my legs was almost as good as my pussy itself, I could tell. And I rubbed that swollen mound against his swollen dick, keeping careful watch to prevent him from actually entering me. 

It seemed that was fine with Rick, as he pumped his dick against my hot mound. Finally paying a bit of attention to the tits that were at face level, he licked my nipples greedily as he ground his pelvis against my thighs. Gently biting and then releasing my nips, he gave a final groan and exploded, his hot cum coursing against my still-quivering pussy lips, mingling with the juices from my orgasm and covering my thighs and that valley he'd savored with the evidence of his enjoyment. 

I looked down at that sculptured cock, even now pulsing the last bit of white liquid onto my legs. Catching Rick's eye, I could tell that while he'd enjoyed this part of the game, he was out of the hand, but not done for the night. 

And there were still 3 men, 3 straining cocks sitting at the table. Each had let the partial successes and eventual relief of their mates be additional fuel for their own fires. Two of them wanted me, hopeful that he'd be burying that aching hard-on in one or more of my softest openings, but not quite sure of the end result. One man, my man, was cockily sure of the result. He knew he was certain that before the night was out; his dick would have any part of me it desired. Long delayed first plunge, to the envy of the others watching, or sloppy seconds because he'd allowed one of them or all of them to do me first, would be his at the end of the night. And he knew that he'd have me the next night, and then next...

He also knew that giving my most private love-holes to this group of men was not what I would want. And he knew I was as smart as I was sexy. So he was enjoying every second of how I was taking each one out of competition, at least temporarily, and keeping the game playing by at least some of my rules. And it would be his final decision as to the end-game, who would penetrate me and who would watch with both enjoyment and frustration at their limitations. And with envy of he who had the object of their desires at his fingertips and his command. 

I slid back to the table, and picked up my cards.

"Call or raise, Sweetheart" said my man. 

"All I have left is this skirt"

"Not really. You've done pretty well in leveraging action, baby, to prolong the, uh, scarcity of your remaining clothing. And there are several of us still looking to see some of that action". 

"Then I'll throw in my skirt and fold." I stood up and slowly peeled off the remaining bit of cloth, bending over to let my tits hang and swing, and displaying my ass cheeks to the three remaining men at the table. 

"You'll have to fold yourself out on the table here, in order to get out of this game. And since the 3 of us have outlasted you- in many ways- we have your now-displayed charms to fondle with our free hands while we finish this hand." 

Obediently, I hoisted my ass onto the table, and slowly laid out, tits mounding up towards their waiting hands, pussy mound exposed and my legs slightly spread, draping down off the edge of the table. 

My own man led the exploration. His free hand tweaked a nipple, then the other, then grasped one tit full in his hand. Closing his fist, he squeezed as my nipple hardened even more, eliciting a gasp of almost-pain from me. That's all it took for Damon and Matt to dive in, each with their single hand not occupied by the cards, one caressing my swollen boob, the other beginning to rub my mound. The sensations were coming fast now, with hands switching places and alternating between gentle, commanding and somewhat rough. And I was still prepped but not fully satisfied from my first orgasm on Rick's hands. I was spinning out of control, right at the edge of delight and satisfaction, when a single finger slipped between my pussy lips to stroke my swollen clit. 

That did it, as the look on my man's face said he knew it would. I plunged over the edge into a full, lights-bells-and-whistles orgasm. Pulsing with pleasure, my clit contracted and swelled again. Over and over, with my man's finger rubbing faster and faster, and single hands from two very different men assaulting my tits. I could feel the moisture pouring from my pussy, and my man finally disengaged his hand to lick his talented fingers.

"I'll call you for the chance to do that to her" came from Damon, and was quickly accepted.

Matt called also, as my man laid his hand on the table. A winning hand, no doubt about that, which brought groans from Matt and Damon, and also from some of the others. But my man quickly dealt another hand, just to the two at the table, and me.

"You two still have pretty obvious needs we should take care of. And You (with a significant look at me) have managed to avoid getting a bit of cum IN you, except your own. That's going to change, unless you are a much better card player than I think you are." 

I looked at my cards. Finally, I had a fighting chance. This hand was promising, if a bit ironic. I'd drawn a full house.

"Ante up". Master said.

"With what? I don't have money, and my clothes are gone, as you might have noticed". 

A round of laughs and lewd comments reminded me that I was on display for not only the three at the table, but the other four I'd "retired". And my man's free hand resting on my pussy mound was keeping me on the table, rather than at it, for this round. I was fortunate that Damon and Matt's desire to view my pussy kept them focused on the gap between my slightly spread legs, instead of my cards. And my man had planted himself directly in front of that gap, making sure I could not fully close my legs or curl to the side.

"Gentlemen, what will it take for her to stay in this round? I think she needs to agree that the winner here does take all- all he wants, wherever he wants, until he blows his load. She can, of course, raise the interim stakes if she feels she can beat any of us".

No words of agreement were even needed. Matt and Damon nodded, and picked up their cards. Damon stood up with a smile. Bluff or confidence, he wanted everyone to see the dick that he was sure was going to penetrate one of my honey holes. That dick, thick, reddened with excitement, and long enough to surely hurt, bobbed at attention. 

"These cards are going to bring me luck" and he reached down to suck my left tit into his mouth and tease my nipple with his tongue. "They're hot as this babe". 

I shook my head, while Damon fondled my other tit with his free hand. "Not happening. I've got the gold between my legs, and in these cards. You'd be best to fold now". 

Damon stacked a pile of chips between my tits as h said; 

"The only thing I'm folding for is a blow job. 

And that won't happen, because you're going to take me wherever I want, he said so," with a nod to my man. 

Matt reached out to run his hand down my stomach to my pelvis. My man obligingly released my pussy mound, and his hand was replaced by Matt's. Fingers probed against my clit, which still throbbed slightly from my massive orgasm. 

Rubbing briskly, he smiled and said "I think we're getting our ante now." And he plunged his large finger into my hot pussy hole. He was a bit crude in technique, but it was natural for me to compare him to my man, a true expert at finger-fucking my hole. 

"I think my ante is covered too, letting you use her like that". There was just a bit of wavering in my man's voice, like he was not quite sure of his hand.

"I'm raising" and Damon topped each of my nipples with a high-value chip. 

"Done" said Matt, "Just like I'm going to do her". And his pile of chips was stacked against my pussy as he relinquished his probe to focus on the cards. 

My man looked a bit hesitant. "I'll see that". 

"With what?" Damon looked him in the eye. "The currency I want if you're staying in the game is her mouth on my dick." 

He swept the chips he'd piled on my body to the side. I felt hands lifting me, sliding me up the table till my head hung off the edge. My man had nodded, and had positioned me to be his raise.

Damon's dick was giving off heat enough to warn me of its approach. He played with my face a bit, swatting his hard member against my cheeks, my eyes, my mouth. Then he pressed the burning head of his cock onto my lips, and I realized this was going to have to happen or I'd be fucked. Literally. By every man in the room. So I opened my mouth and engulfed his ramrod with my lips.

I felt the press of other men as those whose turns had already come moved in as well. There were hands on my tits, stroking my belly, kneading my pussy mound and probing my thighs. I felt hands spread my legs, and fingers spread my pussy lips. Hands were reaching under me to grab my ass. And this burning dick in my mouth was crazily pumping and pulsing.

"Lick him, yeah... Look at her suck dick... Want that on mine... No, I'm gonna take this sweet ass..." comments were flying around the room.

And now I was also aware of dicks once again hardening, poking at me, pushing into my hands. I grasped one in each hand as I continued to suck on Damon's dick, which was rapidly engorging and contracting, giving me warning that it was about to dump his liquid down my throat. Which is exactly what happened, just about the same time as the smaller dick in my hand-whose, I had no idea- began pumping again. I was being spattered by come down the throat, in my hand and at least two other jets now spurting onto me. I'd had no idea that the ones who'd gotten momentary pleasure during the early rounds of the game would be back in so soon, but the sticky white cum I was being once again covered in was telling a different story. 

Slowly, my focus came back. Someone had lifted me back onto the table far enough so my head was once again level with 7 cocks. Some were beginning to go flaccid, identifying them as the successful second-rounders who'd just layered me with their cum again. Damon was leaving the table with a smile, having satisfied his hard-on and his ego, boasting that he'd been the only, or at least the first, to get my mouth wrapped around his dick. 

"Let me tell you, she knows how to suck dick. She can do mine any time, and I'll shoot so much cum down her throat that she gags and swallows, just like I just did. You jackasses couldn't give her a load she chokes on." He'd evidently enjoyed my talents.  

Now only Matt and my man remained at the table. I knew my cards were good, so I was willing to wager whatever I had to, to win this hand and escape without being the center of a gang-bang. 

Slowly, Matt stood up and peeled down his underwear, freeing a dick that must have measured 9 or 10 inches in all its hardness. He was a real looker, with broad shoulders and chest, not heavily muscled but with natural definition and strength. His body tapered to a fine waist and narrow hips that made me wonder just what his ass looked like...

I didn't wonder for long. Matt saw the glances I was giving him, and with a smile, he reached out to tug on my left nipple. 

"You need to give two more antes to stay in this hand-one for me and one for him" with a nod to my man. He tweaked my nipple harder. "So get off that table and start your hands where your eyes were looking". 

I sat up and slid my ass down the table. Every man's eyes, whether their dick was flaccid or was back to attention, followed the progress of my pussy, now bared before them. I stood in front of Matt and reached my palms up to his shoulders. I began to trace the lines of the muscles in his arms, his shoulders, his chest. He felt as good as he looked. This was going to get me going again, I could tell. 




The Card Game



Just as I began to trace my fingertips down his stomach, Matt pivoted, giving me my first good look at his ass. Mmmmm, now that was an ass! Rounded and perfectly shaped ass cheeks set just the right distance from each other. This would be a pleasure to ante up, I thought, as my hands rubbed the tightly muscled flesh. My heavy tits swung against his back, and he moaned deep in his throat. I could feel my pussy beginning to ache from my own desire, and a bit of sweat broke out across my breasts and my back. I kneaded Matt's tight ass, and then let my hands slide around to the front. 

My fingers slid along his pelvis, and I cupped his balls in my hands. Now firm and radiating heat, I could tell they were swollen with the excitement of having watched me handle the six previous players. His dick was stiff and ready for pleasure, but he didn't lose control. I imagined that this ante would only involve pleasuring him, and myself, up to but not over the line to orgasm. I'd still have to beat Matt, but I had the cards to do it. He might be the one who'd be leaving without an opportunity to leave his sticky mark on me. But I'd challenge him to hold back, I thought, and let my fingers encircle the firm shaft, stroking up and down. And with each stroke, I was pumping my own hips lightly into his sexy ass, as much for my own pleasure as for his.

But I was getting lost in my own rising excitement. I was almost forgetting that this was about me making good on my ante... To both of them!

Suddenly, I was forcefully reminded of that fact. My man was behind me, his thick and engorged dick even longer than its usual 7 inches. It pressed forcefully against me as he swiftly captured my arms and half-lifted me as he pushed me to my knees. I felt rather than saw an ottoman in front of me, and he bent me roughly over it. 

"Ante up, Babe. This time, if you think you have the cards to beat us, you're going to give us what we want. Or fold- in which case, you're going to give us what we want anyway. ALL of us. Win and you may avoid that."

Uh-oh. I was bent over the ottoman, my ass displayed high in the air for everyone's visual pleasure. My man's dick was definitely bent on dumping a load into me. And Matt was moving around in front of me, positioning himself so that his dick was in my face. I could definitely tell where IT was headed!

And not to forget the other 5. In various stages of re-arousal, their hands were back on my body. Strong hands were now pinning me to the ottoman, while my man stepped slightly back, stroking his cock. Fingers kneaded my ass-cheeks, tongues traced down the small of my back, and several sets of teeth were sinking into the flesh of my backside. Other hands worked their way back under my tits, squeezing tightly. My man let them all play for several minutes, while the general sexual tension built. Matt too, was momentarily pausing, just beyond my lips, ready to plunge his dick into my mouth as soon as my man was ready.

I was pretty certain that my man was ready to assert his ownership of my body. Thank heavens; he was at least willing to give me the comfort of lubricating his dick before he split my ass with it. His fingers dipped the lubricant onto his cock, and with a few skilled strokes, he was ready to go.

He nodded at Matt to be ready. "Babe, you're going to show us all how you ante up on both of us at once". 

"He's going to fuck her in that sweet ass!" A murmur of envy, of anticipation, even of disbelief went around the room. 

"And she's going to suck me off while she gets her ass pounded". Matt was obviously enjoying this prospect very much. 

"And what do YOU want, Babe? Tell me; tell them all, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck my ass while I suck his dick". I knew my role here, and it was definitely going to go easier on me if I showed them all how submissive to him I was. 

"How do you want it?"

"I want you to fuck me hard". 

"Not good enough"

"I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked me before". And I want you to plunge your dick into my tight ass without mercy". 

"Ah, that sounds good. But your ass looks cold. It needs to be hot before I fuck it. What do you want to happen to make it hot?"

"I want you to spank it."

Smack. Smack again. My ass stung, and I could tell by the very interested examinations going on that it was reddening as well. 

"What else?"

"I want them all to spank me".

I thought Matt was going to lose his cum all over me. But he merely leaned forward, jamming his dick into my face, and took the first swat. Then another. And for a long moment, all that was heard was the slap of hands, many hands, onto my stinging ass cheeks.

Then my man had waited long enough. At his movement, the other hands stopped spanking my now bright red butt. He positioned himself directly between the swelling cheeks, spread them and with one swift thrust, burst his way into my tight ass hole.

I screamed. But the next second, that scream was silenced as Matt took advantage of the parting of my lips to plunge his own dick deep into my mouth, down my throat it seemed. The large size of it stretched my mouth as I struggled to suck and keep my teeth covered. At the same time, the pain of my man's own big dong slamming into my tight hole was tearing through me, and mixing with the pleasure of having my ass reamed. 

I had never experienced anything like the assault on my sexual senses. There were fingers tweaking my nipples, there were hands in my hair. There was the pain/pleasure that was a vigorous ass-fuck and the knowledge that the dick in my mouth was going to explode and rain cum down my throat. My ass was being battered and driven against, but hands firmly held me in place, preventing me from moving forward or away from any of the directions from which these assaults were coming. 

Suddenly I felt another sensation. Someone had worked a hand under my hips, and a very knowledgeable finger was working its way against my clit. Swollen from excitement, it was now undergoing its own battering, as the thrusts of my man's cock ground my clit onto this finger. I was being speared from more directions than I could have imagined, and within a few more strokes, I was back to orgasm-land, even before either of the men I was servicing. My pussy contracted, my clit throbbed and I spilled my own juices all over the mystery hand that was continuing to probe me. 

At the height of my orgasm, I felt Matt's dick swell even more. His own hot cum was pouring down my throat, gagging me. And on my back, I could feel at least two more jets, warm and sticky, as several of the men evidently could not, or did not care to, hold off again at the sight of me being thoroughly ravished from all sides.

And still my man stroked and pounded into my ass. My cheeks and hole had relaxed enough with my orgasm that I was actually enjoying the sensation. My ass burned on the outside, and felt shredded on the inside, but still he held back although I could feel the throbbing of his dick. I could tell that he was not going to let go and cum until he outlasted them all. I squirmed and moaned, now that Matt had convulsed his last drops down my throat. My man's hips slapped my aching ass, as the rest moved back slightly. 

Then finally, with four enormous thrusts that left me gasping, his dick swelled and stretched my ass hole farther than I thought I could bear. He slammed his hips as hard as he could, sinking that cock completely to the hilt, and exploded up my ass. I ground my hips back to meet the challenge, although the pain took my breath away. And the hot cum that poured up my ass soothed the raw ache, and kicked me over the edge again. The only thing I was aware of was his orgasm and mine, waves and waves of it. 

I slowly drifted back to reality, to find a glass of very cold champagne being pressed to my swollen lips. I realized I was still draped over the ottoman, the taste of Matt's cum in my mouth, with my ass completely full of my man's cum and the remains of several others' orgasms drying on my back. 

With the awareness that every eye was still on me, whatever the state of their cocks, I stood tall. Stark naked except for my high heels, having just relieved every one of them of at least some of their man-juices, I reached over and picked up my cards. 

"I believe I'll need a few minutes' break to recover- that is, to regroup. But I've earned the right to play this hand." And I headed off down the hall.

I took a long sip of the cold champagne as I shut the bathroom door. What I really wanted to do was drink the glass down, drink a bottle down, as I soaked in a steamy tub. I was sore from head to toe. My ass still stung from the slaps it had received. My nipples were raw and throbbed from the mouths that had sucked and bitten them, the fingers that had pulled them, stretched them to their limits, rubbed, chaffed and caressed them. My arms ached from being held down, then pulled up, then restrained again and again as man after man used my body for his pleasure. My mouth still tasted of Matt's cum, and my jaw and tongue ached from the strain of pleasuring him, almost immediately after sucking Damon's dick into submission. And most intensely, my asshole and interior was still convulsing after the assault by my man's raging cock. It cramped and ached as if he had torn me open, but I knew from many previous ass fucks that the ache would ease and the throbbing would retreat into a pulse that reminded me of both the pain and the pleasure of being fucked up the ass. This was not a new treat for me; indeed, it was a regular way we enjoyed each other, and I loved it.

As I thought about the ass fuck that had just occurred, I continued to sip the champagne. It began to have its effect on me; the gentle bubbles slipped down my raw throat and the alcohol eased my senses. The ass-fuck part of this had been awesome, as it usually was between my master and me, and the assault on my mouth at the same time had been a new experience. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not: it was both a welcome distraction from the pain my ass was experiencing and an unwelcome one because it pulled my attention from the fucking I'd begged for. That was the nature of our ass-fucking: pain and pleasure that could be excruciating but also so tantalizing. And when the third sensory assault began on my clit, well, that was a climax driven by so many factors I couldn't even imagine them. 

The primary, demanding and over-riding pounding my ass was receiving was undeniably the major contributor. Hell, I almost always came when my master ass-fucked me, I thought, as I took another deep sip of the cool bubbly liquid. But added to that was the mouth-fucking that was happening at the same time. And then the direct fingering of my clit. That was good, not great; whoever was fingering me was not the best at finger-fucking, but I didn't need much at that point. And then I recalled the insistent shoving and poking from 5 or more cocks that were being stroked by their owners who watched this display. And the fact, evidenced by the sticky and dripping remains of cum, that some of those owners proved that even though I'd relieved them of their first loads, they had more to give. And undoubtedly at this moment, all 7 were considering whether, how and when they'd give the next gift to me. 

As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, a tap came on the door. It opened, just a crack. A hand I recognized as my man's held the bottle of champagne. I reached for it, and the door slid closed as soon as he handed it to me. The alcohol was having more effect on me, which my man undoubtedly desired. 

Pouring another full glass, I looked back at my reflection. My hair was wild from multiple hands being run through it. Hands through my hair, that was a positive turn-on. My lips were swollen and red. A large area of my neck was also much reddened, probably from someone with a second-day beard. A bruise or two, hickies, were beginning to appear on my neck as well.

My breasts, despite the attention and rough handling, were at their usual slight droop. But the swell of my DD boobs was natural, so drooping was part of the package. And I hadn't heard any complaints from the boys outside the door. In fact, I didn't hear complaints from any guy that looked at my tits, only admiring gazes, envious looks at my guy, and outright lust from less genteel sorts. And if I was out with my man and wearing a low-cut blouse, or a tight sweater, it was pretty amusing to watch the guys try to "accidently" brush up against me or even try to cop a feel. Looking down my top was the usual game. The booze in the champagne was definitely having an effect, and I giggled to myself, thinking of the times I'd bundled my beauties into a shapely bra that pushed them into great cleavage, then gone out to dance with my man and watched the other guys with amusement. 

With three-quarters of my white mams pushing up and out of the bra and the dress I'd worn last week, some of the same guys I'd just serviced had been openly lusting for a look and feel of those titties. They'd been eager to get me to dance with them, rubbing their chests against mine and trying to entice me by rubbing the hardening bulges against me when we danced or leaning at the bar. Even the bartender paid close attention to us, taking a long look down the darkened valley of my cleavage. I could see him calculating whether he could get me to move enough to check out the color of my barely concealed nipples. Well, now he knew, as that bartender was Ted, the eager beaver who blew his first load of cum at the sight and feel of those tits tonight. And many of the varied cocks I'd seen and serviced in some way tonight were the same ones that had swelled with desire last week at the bar. At least, I giggled into the champagne glass, they still paid attention without that hot red dress I'd worn. And the next time I slipped into that short, swirly and deeply cut v-necked number, they'd definitely be thinking about exactly what went on under those scraps of fabric.

I ran my hands down my sides and cupped my breasts, lifting them slightly. Yep, little bruises and bite marks covered the large surfaces. And as usual, my nipples were standing straight up and out. Redder than usual from the extended treatment they'd received, they swelled even larger than they usually did. If I was to slip on that sexy dress now, they'd threaten to poke right through it. Even my bra would not contain them, I knew, and they would clearly show the outline and promise of spectacular nips that would have every man's attention. Well, that was a problem or an enticement to worry about later, as I had not a scrap of clothing to put on. But it was satisfying to know that my nipples would continue to be the focus of lust, desire, craving and satisfaction in the moments yet to come. 

I felt the heavy weight of the globes in my hands. I thought of how much they'd played into my success so far at keeping the players at bay, distracting them from the desire to fuck me in front of the others. Even more than I usually did, I appreciated my large boobs and hardened nipples.

My eye traveled down my belly. It showed how much I'd been used as the object of their lust and their satisfaction. It seemed that even beyond my tits, my skin had traces of drying cum, tracing streams of satisfaction down my belly and beyond to the rounded mound of hair marking the entrance to the forbidden valley. I was warming with the drink, and felt the flickers of excitement at recalling how much they wanted my body, how they couldn't even hold back to see if they would be allowed to bury their dicks in that valley. No one had yet, and I was hoping to maintain that, but my own body felt some tingles at recalling where and how each had so far been partially satisfied. 

Almost on their own, it seemed, my fingers kneaded my pussy mound. Even though I'd come a couple of times in the orgy over the last hour, I was way behind in comparison to how many orgasms had been climaxed by the men outside the door. No one had taken much time in bringing me to orgasm; instead, the two very good ones I'd experienced had been side effects, almost, of the main events of bringing every one of the seven to orgasm, or orgasms in a few cases. Now I took my time, massaging my own mound and letting excitement build within my pussy. Slowly I slipped a finger down the valley alongside my clit. Wet with my own juice and that of many of the men who's so far enjoyed me, I firmly rubbed that little button of pleasure. Faster and faster, firmly but also varying the pressure, I built the warm tingle deep within my pussy. Friction, pressure, wetness, friction, heat... the wave began to build. More, up and then sliding down the wave of pleasure, taken my own way and tumbled over and over in the pulse of orgasm. Ahh... pulsing clit, fingers slowing and my wetness growing, I thrust my hips to meet my fingers, and then rode the pleasure wave down to the bottom. 

My clit tingled and pulsed as my senses once again emerged from the deep spot in my pussy to be aware of the outside of my own body. The focus was now on my clit itself, and it was almost too sensitive to touch, as always after orgasm. I became aware of the room around me again, and drank deeply of the champagne. 

I realized I had only a few more moments to prepare for the final showdown of the card game. I considered whether my man would want me to continue to display the marks of the all of the men's fulfillment. He probably would, but at this point his own cum was coursing out of my ass and I needed to clean up some. I turned on the shower, and quickly stepped inside, rubbing the hot water over my over-sensitized skin, cleaning what needed to be cleaned. My hair would await the final showing of this hand, I decided, aware that the possibility that it would also be coated with cum before the night was done. The drops of water stung my skin, already chaffed by the hands of many men. I slid the soap over my mounds of tits, over my belly and my pussy. 

My hands gently spread the swollen lips to embrace the warm water, and I bent to expose my sore ass to the wet shower of drops. Reluctantly I stepped out of the shower, and blotted dry my skin, knowing that rubbing would simply multiply the touches, gentle and not so gentle, that were yet to come. 

I stretched my arms, legs, torso, beginning to feel the muscle strain of arching my neck to suck first Damon's dick, then Matt's. My shoulders, too... they had been holding my weight while my mouth was fucked, while my stomach muscles were aching from holding in one position or another while these 6 men had released stream after stream of cum on or in me. And with each step, I could feel the deep pain where my master's skilled cock had reamed my ass so thoroughly. It felt like I'd been split deep within my ass, it ached and the muscles of my ass felt like they'd been climbing a five-story staircase. But the heat also warmed me, and the pain also stimulated me with each step. The joy and pain of an ass-fuck; it was addicting and sexy and embarrassing all at once. And I had to admit, I thought as I sipped at the champagne again, that ass-fuck was by far my favorite part of this evening's activities. 

The champagne was making me a bit giggly as I pinned up my hair, stretched my toes to slip the towering heels back on, raised my chin, pulled back my shoulders to best display the tits these guys were paying, in one way or another, to see. I opened the door and stepped back into the room. 

Glancing down, I could see my tits glowing from the attention they'd gotten, from the warm shower and from the champagne. I could see them bounce with every step, their weight swaying from side to side as my hips swiveled with each stride. I could tell that my ass was pushed out by the high heels, showing off the tightness I'd gained through hours of exercise and years of dieting. 




The Card Game



A part of me didn't mind at all that every man in the room had given every ounce of their attention to me as soon as my tits cleared the doorway. I could feel their desire, see it in their eyes. I could see stirrings going on between each of their legs as they shifted or outright stroked their cocks as they watched me. I could feel the tension in the room grow as I stepped past the reclining forms and made my way back to the table. I could feel the tingling and tightness in my nipples as they hardened and grew, signaling my continuing arousal in the same way their lengthening and hardening dicks signaled theirs. 

My nipples are always a deep pink, and as they continued to swell, their color deepened to magenta, and they contrasted even more than usual against the very light skin of my breasts. And I was not the only one who noticed this. 

They were all pretty much aware that my man was perfectly willing to have me service their needs, at least to some extent. And even those dicks that had deposited a first load of cum on or in a few cases, in me, were now aroused at the sight of my hard nipples adorning firm but bouncing tits, and my plump but firm ass being shown off by the high heels. Oh, and the fact that the high heels were all I was wearing- well, the seven cocks of various sizes , shapes and colors were all beginning to add their own hardness to the hardness of my nipples. Just like my nipples, they were signaling that there was another growing round of sexual arousal and fulfillment on the horizon.

Just how willing my man was to offer my body to these guys, I was about to discover. First he 

rose slowly as I approached, smiling a little lazily, very sexily, and keeping my attention. He reached for my champagne glass. Still smiling that sexy smile, he refilled it with bubbly, but then pulled out a bottle.

"La Belle Orange, a bit sweet, a little bitter, a little sharp but so smooth, this will enhance the champagne like your body enhances our desire". 

And with that, he added a large splash of the liqueur and raised the glass to my lips. I sipped, then sipped again, enjoying the taste of the orange mixing with the champagne. I felt the rising heat in my body as the liquor added to the effect of what I'd already drunk. I was beginning to feel just the slightest bit tipsy, starting to care less about any remaining modesty and to enjoy the attention that these gentlemen were giving me. I even began to put on a bit of a show- twisting and moving more than I had to, in order to let them enjoy the bounce and sway of my titties.

Suddenly, my arms were wrapped from behind into an embrace that kept my tits bared and jutting into the circle of men. With my arms pulled back, they thrust higher and further into the air. Gently but firmly, I was moved backwards to a chair. Silky ties appeared in the hands of four of the men, and while the one holding me kept me firmly under control, my wrists and my ankles were bound to the chair. 

Always solicitous, my man lifted the champagne to my lips again. Not being in a position to do anything about the four sets of hands that were first binding me, then beginning to stroke the bound limbs, I drank deeply and then deeply again. The warming buzz in my head would hold me through this next scene. 

Now it seemed that all seven men had silken ties in their hands. My arms were tied to the sides of the chair, pulling back slightly but not uncomfortably. My legs, tied at the ankles to the legs of the chair, barely concealed my pussy. And not for long- now a man with a very hard dick positioned himself in front of me and with a strong movement, spread my legs and moved his kneeling body between them. Two others immediately tied my knees to the upper part of the chair legs, and my pussy was exposed to the man in front of me and to the others who crowded in to view that mound covered with silky hair. I could tell that my plump pussy lips still partially concealed my clit and the opening they each longed to pierce, because one after another, several sets of fingers were stroking and needing those plump lips. I could feel them swelling, and my clit began to throb. 

The man in front of me stretched his piece of fabric out long, tweaking a nipple as he did so. With it stretched from tit-level to my knees, he brushed it softly against my mound, back and forth. The movement radiated from my swollen pussy lips and transferred to tease my clit. He slowly increased the pressure on it, as the heat from within and from the alcohol raised my arousal. Ever so slowly, he worked the silk between my pussy lips, eventually touching the hardened nub of my clit. Faster and faster he worked the fabric, picking up the wetness that was beginning to flow from my pussy. I was losing my struggle to keep in control, and began to succumb to the effects of the champagne, the liqueur and the blatant sexuality of the men's intentions. 

As the fabric continued to rub my clit rhythmically, my belly tightened and knotted as an orgasm built. I was riding the beginning of the upward wave, when hands began to touch every exposed bit of my skin. Fingers stroked my neck, plucked at my nipples both hard and gently, kneaded my swelling breasts, played down my belly and over my exposed thighs. The touches and the friction of the fabric were irresistible. 

My whole body convulsed as a massive orgasm shot through me. Every fiber throbbed, pulsed, exploded. I contracted again and again, while these infinite hands and fingers continued to possess me. I was barely able to register how many men were touching me. And I gradually became aware that some of what was touching me was no longer just their hands, but cocks ready to give my explosion a competition.

Suddenly there was not really a word but a signal. The insistent cocks and searching fingers drew back slightly. And now the silken ties in two of the men's hands were being wrapped around my lust swollen tits, tightly, digging into their bases. The material compressed the circumference of each tit, forcing the mass of titty flesh forward and upward into a very hard cone crowned with darkening pink nipples. A third tie was wrapped around both tits, pulling them together slightly, then crossed over my shoulders and tied off to the back of the chair. Now I could not even squirm much, with the tie holding my shoulders tight to the chair, while securing my tits in their upward attitude. 

All the men took a long moment to admire their handiwork. My tits were flushing, being compressed and squeezed tightly by the bindings. My nipples, still free from any constraint, were also showing the effects of the bindings, turning dark ruby red and getting harder as the blood flowed to them. My legs were still spread-eagle, with the moistness of my pussy scenting the room. And seven cocks all stood at attention in front of this tableau. 

I realized this was no longer subject to the rules of a card game. It had gone way beyond that. In fact, my man held all the cards, and he had a winning hand no matter what the cards on the table read. And the cards that I thought would buy the end of this evening on my terms? They were as useless as the card-stock they were printed on. The thought of "winning" was now gone from my champagne-confused head.

A blondish man now knelt in front of me. Was he the one who'd brought me to such a crescendo a few minutes ago? I wasn't entirely sure. The individuals who I'd battled and controlled within the structure of the card game now blended into a group, their identities receding in my mind. Just as I was a collection of parts- female, delectable, enticing parts- in their minds, they were becoming disconnected heads, hands, and cocks. Which sets of eyes devoured my exposed and captive tits? Which eyes could not be parted from my semi-exposed pussy? Whose hands were beginning to stroke those cones of breast flesh, spilling over from the bindings and heated from compression? Whose tongue, whose lips, whose dick...?

The room was warm, the champagne had made me unable to think and strategize. And it was taking me past caring, because there was nothing I could do in this position anyway. I had no choice, but to take what was coming. 

The stroking and exploration had begun. From every side, every angle, there was a fingertip exploring some part of my captive body. My hyper-sensitized nipples were being plucked, rolled, stroked and pinched by fingers that came in all shapes and colors. Over one tit, a mouth descended. His lips locked around my nipple, his tongue teasing the tip while his teeth nipped, pulling up the swollen nipple from aureola to the very tip. As quickly as it came in, it was replaced by a second mouth, also savoring the taste and the texture of my pink buds. Then fingers pinched that same tit, latching onto the nipple and pulling hard to extend my distorted breast as far as it would go. Other sets of fingers stroked the boob itself, seemingly fascinated by the bulging tit-flesh above the bindings, by the stretched upper half of the tit that was held so tightly by pinching fingers grasping my reddened nipple. Over and over they stroked. Others did the same to my other tit. Now someone was kneading that tit with his whole hand, leaving just the nipple exposed for another man's mouth. That man's lips were pursed to suction just the nipple left to his pleasure, and he groaned with that pleasure, and I heard myself groaning, too.

I leaned my head back, running out of energy to participate in this game. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that many of the men had the hand that was not exploring me busy working on their dicks. Some were moving at a fast pace, while their mouths devoured me. I could feel one mouth on one of my ass cheeks, which evidently had been positioned just free of the seat of the chair. He was crouched on the floor, teeth embedded in my ass, sucking and biting as if he was the only one in the room besides me. His hand was furiously pumping his dick, which rose long and straight, engorged and moist, pointed right at my ass. As he bit harder, causing a yelp to escape my mouth, that dick began pumping his next load right onto my ass. He released his bite, and his throbbing dick sent the next stream of cum onto the place where his teeth had bitten me. I could feel a sting, and I knew that the skin had been broken, along with what was undoubtedly a brilliant hickey bruise, and the cum was salving that broken skin. 

Suddenly, a new sensation distracted me. While the many fingers, hands and mouths continued to dominate my tits, the man in the main position, the one between my legs, began to stroke my pussy. Other hands joined his- three sets? Four? - stroking my thighs, hips, belly and the mound of gold above my pussy lips. Now fingers parted those lips. 

There were fingers coming from all directions there. Must be at least four men concentrating on my thighs and my pussy. The attention to my titties continued unabated, but now multiple fingers were stroking, tickling and gently kneading my swelling pussy lips. I could tell that the other three were enjoying their trip along my inner thighs, across my pussy and up my mound, but the man in the middle wasn't going to let them have the honey hole. One finger pinched, another ran a fingertip along one lip, another traced lines up my thighs. Softly, the man in the middle drew back the lips of my pussy. There, totally exposed to his sight, and to the sight of the others concentrating there, I knew my clit was engorged and very sensitive. 

For several minutes, they continued to explore between my legs but not touch my clit. But I could tell by the air circulating, it was completely exposed to them. One's hot breath blew across it. Another kneaded the pussy lip to its right, rubbing against the clit-flesh but not allowing a finger to touch. The energy and excitement being generated there distracted me from the continuing assault on my boobs, but even the pace of the tit-men had slowed as they watched the actions concentrated on my lower half. 

Suddenly, a finger flicked my clit. I jumped with reaction, as much as I could, considering my bindings. Again, just a touch. Now a longer stroke down from my pussy mound, with what was obviously a fingertip tracking its way from top to bottom of my clit and inner pussy. Now, again, on the other side. Although my clit had already ridden its way through 3 or 4 wild orgasms this night, it was beginning to respond to the attention it was being given. My clit quivered in anticipation of the next stroke. Seconds seemed to stretch, hot breaths wafted over my waiting pussy. Finally, his thumb pressed down on my clit, starting a rhythmic pulse against it. His fingers, first one, then a second, hovered at the edge of my opening, circling the rim of my vagina. I could feel the fluid flowing from my pussy, lubricating the fingers that teased it and the thumb promising my clit another explosion. Then forcefully yet smoothly, those fingers sank all the way in. His hand now cupped the whole area, fingers sunk to the hilts and thumb continuing to assault my clit. Then slowly the fingers withdrew, only to forcibly slam back into my depths.

The rhythm picked up. Now the man found that special spot within a woman's pussy, that bundle of nerves that promised throbbing pleasure. His fingers knew where to probe, when to pull back and when to plunge as deep as their length allowed. His thumb continued to push and release against my clit, while I was being driven to excitement and to the peak of pleasure by his fingers. And in the back of my consciousness, I was aware of the men stroking any part of my bound and exposed body. My nipples registered the attention being paid to them with electric shocks that seemed to target my clit and deep within my sex hole simultaneously, contributing to the orgasm growing within its depths. A spattering of fluid against the sides of my tit-cones reminded me that I was not the only one getting pleasure from the action going on here. There were groans and panting from many mouths, mine included, and it seemed like hard dicks were pressing against every part of me. 

The hand at my pussy was not going to be ignored. The heat, the moisture and the swollen lips of my cunt were all contributing to the peak of arousal that I had no choice but to be consumed by. One moment, all I could concentrate on was the assault on my pussy. Then a sharp tweak to a nipple drew my attention for a millisecond of awareness. Then a hard and seemingly huge dick, attached to one or another of the men who had now merged into an indistinct group, was thrusting against my bound tits, pushing against the swells of breast flesh and spurting hot cum against them. And still the hand stroked and teased... heat built within me, and suddenly exploded. My clit throbbed, my pussy throbbed, the physical release shuddered through my body. Wave after wave of shear sensation rolled from my pussy to the center of my belly. And just as it began to recede and the reality of what was going on around me came back into focus, the man between my legs withdrew his hand, but reached instead for something that lay at his side. 

A dildo of large proportion appeared in his hand. Made of clear, blue tinted gel and obviously molded from a real man's dick, this toy was going to penetrate me next. It had a large head, realistic but oversized, as if it captured the most aroused and swollen instant of a large cock's existence, the moment after a long period of teasing foreplay, the moment when it had stroked inside a woman's wet and willing pussy, the moment just before the streams of hot fluid would begin coursing through it and emptying into its partner. The man held the blue dick up for a moment, so I'd see what was about to part my pussy lips and plunge into its depths. 

Laying the blue dick against my still-throbbing pussy opening, he paused. Reminding me that there were others invested in this scene, several of the men muttered encouragement to him, "sink it in her" "see if she'll take that thing". And with a swift plunge, he pushed the dildo as deep as it would go in my pussy. 

I moaned, and got a dick thrust into my mouth for my efforts. The big dildo spread my pussy and stretched it, just as the cock in my mouth stretched my lips and jaws. Pumping at both ends, the man wielding the dildo matched the rhythm of the man about to spill his load down my throat. And many other men continued to pinch, suck and bite at my bound titties, hips and belly. A few strokes, and the flow of cum spewed down my throat while the man it was attached to battered my mouth and worked his hands into my hair. 

Finally, spent, he withdrew his softening dick. But the blue dildo remained, stretching my pussy even as the man holding it let go and stood. 

Something was changing. I could feel it. The man made some kind of signal to the others in the room. Hands withdrew, men pulled slightly away from my body, still bound to the chair. And suddenly, from behind, a blindfold was slipped over my eyes. 

The darkness was complete, and I heard no sound except slightly heavy breathing from various spots surrounding me. The heat from bodies around me was palpable, but for a few seconds, there was no movement. 

The silken bonds held me securely in the chair. One tie secured each wrist to the sides of the hard chair, arching my upper back very slightly and tilting my tits forward and up. And those tits were securely bound by their ties, now slightly aching as they trapped engorged blood in the mounds of titty above each tie. I could feel the heat from the bondage to my tits, and my nipples throbbed from too much stimulation, too many bites and kisses and friction of what felt like hundreds of hands stroking and stretching them. I could feel their hardness and I imagined that they were now a very dark red, rather than my natural pink and tan color. Certainly there was nothing "natural" in the erect shape that the bonds forced them into, but I knew not a man who was enjoying the sight was critical of their shape, even though none of them seemed to mind my slightly sagging, heavy globes when they were originally freed from the confines of bra and shirt. Oh, no... their eyes had admired, then lusted and coveted, and because they had won access to those tits, their fingers and mouths had quickly followed. Now exposed but formed by bonds, they had a new visual stimulation, and I suspected that it was having the usual effect that sexually explicit or even suggestive visuals had on men. At least some of the potent dicks were undoubtedly regaining their vigor and planning their next assault, conquest and release. 

My thoughts became aware of my lower regions. My legs were still bound to the chair by the ankles, but now I was fully exposed, my knees having been spread and at some point tied off to the chair as well. I could not remember this happening, but then, so much was being done to my breasts, my ass, my legs and my pussy that a simple additional point of restraint had gone unnoticed. 

A glass of champagne, this time with far more LaBelle Orange in it from the taste and smell, was forced to my lips and I drank deeply, both to quench my thirst and to wash down the remainder of the cum that had been shot into my mouth and throat. The Orange Liqueur burned a bit and warmed me further, causing me to sweat 

So here I sat, with even my most secret spots exposed to many sets of eyes. I had lost count of how many- some, I'd sensed, had spilled what they could muster of their man-juices, then perhaps watched for a while, building up their own personal porn-reel that they could run through their minds whenever they needed a bit of stimulation for their fantasies. I reflected briefly on the reality that I'd be their own personal porn star in their future late-night solo masturbations. Not sure if this was a turn-on or a nightmare, I left that thought alone. 




The Card Game



I could, however, sense that some of the original 7 men had quietly left the room. Perhaps not able to muster another raging hard-on, they wouldn't take the risk in front of their friends; Or in front of me. But there were still many breaths in that room, and I knew that they would not remain silent for long. 

Suddenly, a sharp tingle of pain shot across my bound breasts, stretching from the outside edge of the bindings on my left tit, up over the painfully engorged nipple, slightly down into the valley between the two and back up onto the right breast, peaking at the nipple. The straight line of this pain indicated a strap, and the slightly rough texture as it was withdrawn told me that it was leather. Snap- another strike, this time across my belly and up the underside of my right tit. Immediately, another stroke followed, this time catching the left tit first, causing me to gasp in pain. I wasn't being beaten, exactly, but I was definitely being strapped without regard to the tender condition of every exposed bit of my flesh. 

There was movement, sensed but not seen. As a fourth stroke of the strap crossed both nipples, distracting me from any other movement, hands grasped me, evidently untying the upper bonds. Supported by these unseen hands, I was suddenly bent forward; arms outstretched, and positioned face-first into the lap of someone who possessed a hard, large and growing cock. Of course, this dick was immediately plunged into my mouth, as I was barely aware that the ties on my wrists were being fastened again, this time somewhere beyond the man whose cock was swelling in my mouth. My legs and knees were still locked to the chair, my ass was exposed high in the air, and my face was impaled on yet another unfamiliar cock. And, throbbing as they swung, my tits were now hanging down between my bondage-master's strap and the man pinning my face to his dick. 

Snap! The strap came down stronger now, lying fully across my exposed ass cheeks. I moaned, and as I did, became aware that men were also moaning a bit, but in obvious arousal as they repositioned themselves. A new phase had started, that was obvious...Snap! Another sting across my ass. 

A guttural voice that I nonetheless recognized as my man's voice in full arousal caught everyone's attention. 

"The rules of bukaki are simple. I get to control the spanking, whatever I choose to spank with. You get one more shot to dump your wads on her or in her before I choose where I'm going to sink my dick. And I'll keep spanking when and what I want until you assholes can get it up enough to coat her, inside or out. "

I could feel the movement as hands went to dicks. Movement under my suspended body indicated at least one man was heading back to my tits, perhaps aiming to dump his last load there or on my belly. Snap! Again the strap smacked into my ass. And immediately following, it laid across the other cheek. 

I could feel and hear my man's heavy breath as he laid the strap across my ass, then reached for something. Zing! A different feel, a different instrument, but no doubt also wielded by my man. This time, a starburst of light pain collided with my left breast, stinging the side and across the nipple. He must have picked up a brush-ended piece of...what? A rope, a cord, a riding crop? Whatever it was, it was being applied across both my breasts, and though the strokes were light, their repetition was beginning to make me wince deeply. It hurt, especially when those threads of something slightly stiff, slightly brushy contacted my nipples. I could feel my tits swinging below me, and the increasing pace of what was now most likely 3 or 4 men aiming their dicks at those tits and jerking off for all they were worth. As I jerked with each stroke, my pendulous boobs were occasionally bumped by dicks in full hard-on mode. 

Evidently my man had this new spanking instrument in one hand, but had kept the strap in his other. Just as my tits felt like they were going to explode from the pain, I was distracted by a stroke across my ass from his other hand. I moaned and struggled against my bonds. I yelped in pain as a stoke landed in one place or another. 

And with each movement, I could feel the hardness and heat from the dick belonging to the man holding my head and shoulders in his lap. He wasn't stroking his own dick- he was letting me keep it at full attention, woven into my hair and pushed hard against my head. And it was having the same effect on him that the other guys were getting from the visual stimulation of my reddening breasts and ass, and my total helplessness, and from the auditory input of my moans, yelps, little screams and even the smacks and zings of the spankings. 

His dick was not in my mouth. He'd dipped into that warmth, but at my man's words, had withdrawn. But suddenly, his cock was pushing roughly against my mouth, my face, my hair. His grip on my shoulders tightened, and I could feel his body tense. Now the moans were not only my own- the man in front of me, and several around and under me, were making noises to accompany their pursuit of pleasure and the closeness of their goal. 

The first streams of cum, hot and thick, hit my face forcefully, just as another stroke was laid across my ass and tits simultaneously. I could feel it coursing down my cheeks, taste it on my lips, and feel the hot sticky liquid coating and pooling in my hair. He kept coming and coming, perhaps not spilling as much fluid as the first time that particular man- who, I couldn't begin to tell- had emptied himself in and on me tonight, but making up for it in how long he could draw out the orgasm. 

The spanking was just irregular enough that I couldn't predict or prepare for any rhythm. My writhing continued- I couldn't help myself. My ass was glowing hot, ringing with pain and trying to escape the next blow. My tits were heavily swinging, partly through my movements, partly through the strokes of the brushy whip, and partly because the men below me were anything but careful to avoid my flesh while they reached toward yet another orgasm. Cocks bumped raw nipples, speared against my cheeks and face, and made little waves of breeze as man after man sought that pinnacle of release yet again. 

I wasn't expecting the wet stickiness that suddenly hit my left titty. Another guy was shooting his last as a surprise shot, not touching me with his dick, but letting the results of this hot sticky scene drive his pulsing cum. He was grunting with pleasure, somewhere between the many hot breaths, pistoning hands and slaps of the ongoing spanking. 

From the right, another stream of wet cum was jetting onto my ass cheek. The strap now splatted a bit as cum pooled on my ass, and began to run down my crack and into the raw opening of my over-handled pussy. My man was slowing his strokes with the whips, but still letting me know he was there, was in control and was ready to make good on his promise to impale me with his dick wherever he chose, once these guys had spilled any cum they had left on any part of my body they chose. 

It was almost beyond comprehending, the amount of man-juices that were being spilled on my body. I couldn't count. There was cum hitting my titties, cum sliding down my belly, cum spattering my face, cum sliding across my ass. I was covered in the hot, sticky substance, and as the strap stopped hitting my skin, perhaps because there were no more spots not made slippery by the onslaught of male cum, I could begin to hear groans of completion in every direction. Men breathed heavily, but I could tell by the ahs and ohs that they were finally running out of steam, however steamy the scene and the atmosphere continued. 

If my man wanted to enjoy displaying me to these men, he had certainly gotten his fantasies' worth. I was bound and helpless to his desires, with cum coating and flowing across my body. I could not imagine, even if I could see beyond the blindfold, a single spot on my torso and thighs that did not have someone's cum pooling on it. My face was cum-streaked and covered with a blindfold, my lips swollen after what, 4? or more men had battered my mouth and dumped their cum down my throat. My hair was wild with their hands running through it, and stiff with the cum that had, intentionally or not, been spilled into it. 

My tits were still bound with silken ties into peaks that stood straight into the air and swelled with the restrictions on their soft flesh. My nipples were so sore that even the air against them hurt, having been pinched, bitten, sucked, flicked, pulled and whipped. My ass had also been strapped and spanked with countless hands. It glowed still, and also ached from the best pounding it had ever endured, an ass-fuck to beat all ass-fucks. Cum slid down the cheeks, and teeth marks branded both sides. 

My pussy had been handled and stroked, most expertly. And I had lost count of the number of orgasms that had burst from it. The whole long evening, one man after another had not only taken his own pleasure but had also had given me a share of that sexual satisfaction. Fingers, fabric, tongues and dicks had stroked against my clit, and while no cock had managed to make its way to spilling a load within my pussy yet, plenty of cum had been spilled or aimed at its lips and its entrance. 

The minutes stretched, and the atmosphere turned from a hands-on search for repeated satisfaction from all seven men to one of a show, a performance. And I was the performance art, still displayed for them. But while interest in the show remained high, I could tell that need for release, desire for immediate gratification of their carnal desires had move into a satisfied and slaked mode. Bottles clinked, caps popped as the men started to feel and fill another thirst, beyond their thirst to explore, experiment and conquer me sexually. But as each drank deeply, they turned their attention back to the body on display. 

My entire being was exhausted, raw and consumed with the "don't touch it" tingling of repeated and thorough orgasms. Dimly, I was aware of running water in the background. Another glass touched my lips, and I drank deeply of the good champagne. I was drifting, not really aware of the several hands that gently were loosening the ties on my feet, knees, arms. I felt the release and rush of blood at the unwrapping of the ties that bound my tits into their unnatural peaks. 

Strong arms lifted me from the ottoman. My arms and legs were stiff from being contorted in bondage. My man, who I recognized with some primal understanding of his scent and the feel of his arms, lifted me. Slowly, he was lowering me into a warm bath. I floated for a moment, then sank slightly. Leaning my head back, I felt the tangled hair release the fluids that had been spilled into it. As if in a dream, my hyper-sensitized skin was washed clean with gentle strokes. Limbs that had been pulled and stretched were now being massaged gently, while my head was lifted to drink yet again of the champagne. 

This time, as I was helped from the bath, I became vaguely aware that my man's dick was again beginning to stir. Although it had pumped what seemed to be a gallon of cum into my tight and cramping ass only a little while ago, I sensed that there was more on his mind. 

As I was guided back into the room, the layout had changed. The chair, the ottoman was no longer present. The strong table where we'd played cards what seemed forever ago was now cleared of glasses, bottles and the other debris of the debauchery that had occurred. Now the table was covered in some kind of a throw, something that looked slightly soft and sensual. 

The men were all there, in various attitudes of relaxation. Some sprawled on soft chairs, sofas, some leaned against the bar and wall. I was guided to the table, without a shred of resistance. Indeed, I had no energy to resist, to even think. Submission to my man's hands and will were absolute. 

My man left me naked and leaning against the table, half supported by it. One of the other men handed me the champagne glass, taking the time to run his hands over my tits as if to remind me, and everyone in the room, that at least HE still wanted to touch those tits again and again. Another man stepped forward to wrap me in a soft, fluffy towel, and to blot the last of the water from my body. Still another pressed a towel to my dripping hair, wrapping and squeezing it to begin to dry my red strands. 

Master had moved to the bar. A line of shot glasses appeared, and a bottle of Patron was on the bar next to them. One man filled the shots, as my man picked up a dish of salt, and a bowl of cut limes. Ah, the next piece of our performance art: body shots. 

I winced at the thought of my raw nipples being doused in lime and salt, but I knew my role. Several hands lifted me onto the table. A cushion was positioned where it would support the middle of my back, thrusting my tits once again into the air above my now-prone body. 

"The slave girl is my vessel for drinking, and the receptacle of my cum. She opens to you only at my choosing. She opens to me at my whim. Spread her!"

With that, firm hands grasped my ankles and wrists. Once again, I was spread-eagled, open to their eyes. But there was no doubt; the visual treats were at my man's commands. Any further treats they wished would also be at his command and his control. No doubt who ran this show.

"Pin her", and the hands exerted enough pressure that I could no longer move. My breasts, still swollen, still hard and still with bright red, raw nipples, pressed into the air. The drip of each drop of lime teased my left nipple, stinging painfully but also stimulating it into even more hardness. I could feel this hardness from within. 

His fingers pinched a bit of salt, then sprinkled it slowly over my nipple. Again, pain, but in a mix of pleasure. And slowly, he bent and licked from the base of my tit, far from the lime and salt. He traced up the swell of my mountain of boob with a firm tongue, and by the time he reached the tracing of lime and salt, I was anticipating the touch of his tongue on my nipple. He took his time, barely tasting the edge of the salt, lapping slowly at it, as the sexual tingle in the room took a renewed if detached hold. 

Finally circling the little mound of nipple, he savored the salt and lime on his tongue. Then, grasping my boob in his hand, he bent the nipple to dip it into the shot glass of tequila he pressed into the breast. I jumped at the sharp twinge of the alcohol touching my rawness, but the heat it created also soothed. He bent his mouth to taste the salty swell of my tit beyond where the nipple soaked in the tequila, then shifted his lips enough to take the shot without removing my nipple from the shot glass. He seemed to take the liquor and my nipple in the same moment, sucking hard on my tit. 

A movement to the left, and another lime wedge was being dripped on my left tit, while my man still sucked the right one with his tequila-warmed mouth. Someone else was involved now, at least setting up the shots. This time, the lime was being rubbed against my nipple, and the friction as well as the acid of the lime was stinging my nipple into painful erection. I noticed that the man's fingers were also becoming involved, rubbing my nipple along with the lime. 

But quickly the fingers moved on to the salt. 

This time, a hand firmly grasped my whole left tit, and dipped it into the salt dish. Another shot glass was pushed hard into my tit, indenting it deeply. With the salt-encrusted nipple now dipping toward the shot, my man shifted himself to this tit and licked again. Again, his tongue circled my nipple; again nipple and tequila were consumed in one movement. 

I realized that my man had now slaked his thirst, for tequila at least. However, the clink of glasses continued, as shots were being poured amid the spectators. Just as if they were a group of intense fans bonding over a shared event, they were now enjoying my performance at the slight distance created by the fact that most were no longer "in the game", but it did not diminish their evident enjoyment. In fact, they lapped it up as if they were storing the experience for future visitation during their solo fantasies. 

And I suspected that was exactly what was on their minds.

A few, however, Louis, Steve, and Ted all came to where I lay and partook of "Titties and Tequila" as my man called it. All ran the stinging lime over my nipples and coated them with the burning salt. Both men dipped my nipples in the tequila and sucked them down his throat, or at least tried t with my tits. Louis stepped away while Steve took his turn and came back with margarita glass full of tequila. He looked at my man and said,

"We still good with this?" and my guy answered.

"You know we are, my brother." 

With that Louis slid his huge black cock into my mouth and fucked it for at least 10 minutes. Finally, as sweat poured off his body, ran down my face and onto my tits, he grunted loudly and spilled a last massive load of sperm into my mouth. There was so much, that I couldn't swallow it all and some ran out the corners of my mouth and even out my nose, causing me to choke a bit.

When he finished, Louis pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of my mouth, wiped the last drops across my face and then held my head up while I took several mouthfuls of Patron, feeling it burn down my throat and into my stomach, and then he laid my head back down as he took my left breast and stuck it into the margarita glass. He lowered his lips to the glass and inhaled my nipple and the remaining tequila. Then, he and my guy licked my tits from nipple to cleavage, doing their very best to clean any remaining tequila from them.

While all of that was happening, Ted had decided to take a shot off of my pussy mound. While he was setting it up, he slid his fingers between the lips of my cunt and teased my worn clit again. I was moaning softly as he slid one finger into my sex and slowly pumped me as he took his shot. When he was finished, another hand replaced his and I felt a tongue lapping at my pussy. Its soft touch was soothing, but it made me squirm, making it more difficult for those who were enjoying my splayed tits. 

But, my man's ideas beyond letting them finger fuck me and lick my pussy. What was on my man's mind was displaying his ownership of the body that had been revealed to them, used by them and now was displayed again for their enjoyment. Part of that ownership was the right to take his pleasure. And he was going to display that, too.

"On your knees." 

Not un-gently, I was released and immediately sank to my knees in front of him. He gestured, and of course I understood. I grasped his dick and balls gently, and sank my mouth over his erect but not yet rigid cock. Tongue, lips, fingers worked in synchronicity, and my mouth stretched to hold his growing mass. Faster I bobbed my head, circled the head of his dick with my tongue. And shortly, he reached down and cupped a tit in each hand, lifting me. I arose without hesitation, and allowed him to position me on the table, my ass resting on the cushion that had earlier supported my back while my tits reached skyward. 

Every man in the room was intent on us. No longer ready, and in most cases, no longer able to consider another immediate cum, they acknowledged my man as my master, my owner, and the man ready to mount me. But their involvement continued: they all had seen every bit of me, explored my flesh and had their needs aroused and then met in some way over the last several hours. They were now ready to watch my man take his own pleasure. It was not exactly sloppy seconds, as I'd been used and then bathed prior to this last performance of pleasure. No one had actually filled my pussy to this point, but I had certainly been coated with all of their cum. They had each had a piece of me; now they would watch my master complete the domination and somehow still own part of that domination.