0 comments/ 332141 views/ 35 favorites Humiliation By: orther5 We had been out for a meal and drinks with a business colleague - John. John was a guy who I had never liked. But he was fairly high up in the company and I didn't want to upset him, so even when my wife Jean had got quite drunk and invited him home with us for a nightcap I didn't object. When we got home Jean made us some more drinks and put on some music. I was fairly miffed when she asked John to dance and leaving me sat in my chair they started to dance together to a slow number. Half way through the number I saw John suddenly pull Jean close in to him and wrap both arms around her slim body. "Oh John really" she said "not in front of my husband." John just grinned across to me "Oh I'm sure Steve doesn't mind, after all we do work closely together in the office." His grin faded as he said this and I could tell that there was a veiled threat to damage my career if I objected. I said nothing. They continued to dance and I saw that he was taking every opportunity to peer down my wife's blouse into her cleavage. Jean noticed too and I thought I saw her deliberately rub her breasts across his chest. I caught him whispering something into her ear and as he did so she looked guiltily across to where I was sat morosely watching them. They continued to dance and I watched as one of his hands slipped down her back - he turned her body away from me as they danced, but I was sure that his hand was now resting on her ass. As they danced in this position I couldn't see what was happening behind her, but the look on her face told me that he was caressing her ass and that she was deliberately teasing me by allowing him to do it. "Now John, you are taking liberties and I don't think my husband approves." She said this with a smile on her face and looking me directly in the eyes. "Do as you like" I said and went to the bar to get a fresh drink. When I returned to my seat I saw that they had turned around again so that they were facing me and that John's hand had risen and was now resting in the middle of her back again. The tempo of the music changed and this compelled them to move their bodies apart somewhat. Now I saw John start to slide his hand round towards the side of my wife body until it was close to the side of her full right breast. He smiled At me again, but there was no warmth in it as he said to Jean "You heard the man, we can do as we like." As he spoke he moved his hand further until I saw that it was full on Jeans tit and that he was gently stroking the side of her tit. A look of surprise, almost shock, came to Jean's face as she felt his hand on her and she pulled away. She stared across at me as though she expected me to object and stop his lascivious use of her body. When I made no move she obviously became annoyed that I had not instantly leapt forward to her defence. "Well if it's alright with you if this bastard gropes me it's alright with me." She turned back to him and he grinned at me as he replaced his hand on her tit. Now there was no subterfuge or attempt to hide what he was doing. Whilst keeping one hand around her waist he moved her body slightly more away from his and fully cupped her tit in his hand. He turned her body at such an angle that I cold fully see what he was doing as he gently squeezed and fondled her breast. As he did so I saw that his eyes were on me all the time as his fondling and squeezing of her breast became more pronounced. Jean saw him looking at me and she too looked across at me and turned her body even more so that I could see every caress he was giving her. She smiled and said, "I'm really enjoying this dance -John's such a good dancer." This was a complete parody as they were making no attempt at dancing but rather were just swaying in time to the music as he caressed her body. The music finished and as Jean turned away from him I saw that the nipple of her right breast had become swollen from his attentions and was clearly pressing out the thin material of her bra and blouse. She went to the Hifi and put on another CD. As she walked back to the center of the room she smiled teasingly at me and said "its getting warm in here" and then deliberately undid the two top buttons on her blouse. This was not lost on John as we both saw the blouse gape to expose the top of her breasts and the line of the top the lacy black bra she was wearing. "There that's better," she said, but I don't know if she was saying it to John or me. "God" I exclaimed, "You're behaving like a tart." She too was angry and responded "Well if you don't like it, you can throw John out and we'll call it a night." I didn't know what to say. On one hand I couldn't stand the sight of that bastard mauling my wife, but I was conscious of the problems I might have at work if I made a scene. There was another reason preventing me from making an immediate response, and that was that although I hated the sight of John taking liberties with my wife I also was becoming turned on by the situation and I was wondering how far Jean was prepared to go. My lack of an immediate response obviously irritated Jean further and she turned back to John and held out her arms for him to continue the dance. As she did so the action made the half undone blouse gape further and when she came to him he stared unashamedly at the exposed flesh of the top of her breast. As she came into her arms his one arm returned around her waist and the other went immediately to her breast. They made no attempt to face each other in the dance, but rather stood both facing me directly and I had to watch as John slowly snaked his hand down to the bottom of the gaping blouse, underneath the tin material and I saw as his hand rise again until he had firmly grasped her breast. This time instead of squeezing and caressing the whole of her tit I saw his fingers seek out and stroke the erect nipple pushing out the lacy material of the bra. "Oh that is nice," he said as the nipple continued to harden and grow under his fingers. "Are you enjoying it too?." Jean smiled up into his eyes. "Let me show you" she said and raised her hand to her blouse and began slowly to undo the remaining buttons on her blouse from the top. She turned to watch me as I saw the blouse gape further and further until it was fully open to the waist. It fell away from her breasts and now I could clearly see John's fingers as they squeezed and pinched at her nipple. I realised that, against my will I was becoming turned on by the sight of my half naked wife being mauled by this guy who I so strongly disliked but didn't feel able to stop. "So, now you've seen your wife with her tits half hanging out being aroused by another man - how do you like it." John caught her eye and she followed his eyes down to the growing bulge at my crotch. "Oh it looks to me that he likes it very much." When she saw my evident erection her smile turned to a sneer. "Well it seems that you are more interested in watching rather than doing." She turned back to John. "My husband hasn't been getting it up too well recently, but this seems to appeal to him. Shall we show him some more?" John chuckled "Oh I think we should." He was almost laughing at me as he said "What would you like to see next - how about I get your wife's tits out for you. Jean come and stand here in front of your husband." Jean came and stood right in front of me and John went round behind her. As Jean undid the buttons on the cuffs of her blouse John grasped the neck of the blouse and lowered it from her shoulders. Jean was smiling directly into my eyes as the thin lacy bra was revealed partially coving her full breasts. By this time both her nipples were becoming aroused and were poking out the thin material of the flimsy garment. After dropping the blouse to the floor John reached round from behind Jean and cupped both her breasts. Jeans eyes closed as John squeezed and caressed her tits. He squeezed more firmly and suddenly both her nipples popped out over the top of the bra cups. Her eyes opened and she wriggled her body as the cooling air caressed her bare flesh. "Get my tits right out John - let's show him what he's missing." "Well I don't know Jean. I can see that he's enjoying it from that meagre bulge in his groin, but I do think he should give us some indication if he wants to see more." "That's a good idea," said Jean. "Steve if you want this show to go on I want to see you rub your cock as you watch." I looked down at my bulging cock tenting out my trousers and then looked at ashamedly at both of them as they watched me. I was humiliated but I could not resist the need to watch my wife further exposed by this stranger. I reached down and rubbed my hand along the bulge in my trousers. They looked at me and then at each other. John said "Christ what a wimp. He can't get it up unless someone else is groping his wife. OK lets give him a little more." Still stood behind her he raised both hands to her left breast, pulling at her nipple and holding down the bra he lifted first one tit and then the other from the black lacy bra cups. She stood there, her tits fully exposed. "That's great, " said John "now shake them about ." Unselfconsciously she shook her torso from side to side. Her large tits shook vigorously supported only underneath by the bra cups. She leant forward and shook her tits directly in my face. John walked to the bar where he retrieved his drink and watched Jean as she shook her tits in my face and taunted me. "What next Steve - would you like to him pull on my nipples?." "Come on rub that tiny cock some more and perhaps he'll do it." I felt powerless to stop it. I rubbed again up and down my thickening cock. John came up behind her and reached around her. I watched as he took both her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He rolled her nipples between them and then began to pull them out in front of her. Her tits were lifted up and out from the support of the bra and her face took on a rapturous look as she looked down at herself. Suddenly John released her nipples and her tits flopped back to her chest. Her nipples were now fully engorged and stood out from her tits like little fingers. "Oh look John he really enjoyed that" pointing down at my cock. I was humiliated to see that a widening patch of dampness betrayed the precum that was seeping from my cock. "Do it again." Again I saw his fingers pull at her chest. He now had a better grip on her nipples and this time he pulled harder, further and longer. I saw the smile on Jean's face turn to a grimace as the pleasure turned to pain as he tugged on her tits. She looked down at her tits that were now pulled out from her chest, their shape distorted as he applied more and more pressure. When he released them this time she raised her own hands to her tits and rubbed them to ease the soreness. I saw that her nipples were reddened and there were bruises forming where his fingers had tugged on her aureoles. "I loved that John, but my tits are sore now. Why don't you show Steve my cunt"? I was shocked at the language used by my wife standing in front of me naked to the waist, apart from the bra bunched under her tits. Johns hands went to the hem of the miniskirt Jean was wearing and slowly began to lift it up to reveal her stocking clad legs. He was watching me all the time as the skirt lifted up to show her black suspender belt and eventually it reached her waist revealing her panty clad cunt. By this time I was rubbing my cock frantically. "Hey that's enough of that," said Jean "I don't want you spunking in your pants." She quickly walked up to me, grasped both my hands and twisted them behind my back. I was so surprised by this that I was unable to move, and before I new what was happening John had pulled off his tie and I felt him securing my hands together and although I then began to struggle I was help less and I felt him tying my hands to the chair. Jean stood back, still with her skirt rucked around her waist. She looked on as John continued to secure me further using some rope from his coat pocket. I could do nothing as he tied my legs to the chair spreading my knees wide as he did so. He stood back and I struggled to try and loosen the bonds, but I was helpless tied to the chair, vulnerable with my legs spread. I had by this time lost my erection. "There that's better," said John "Let's show him your cunt - strip off your skirt." I watched as Jean unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. John leered at me as I looked at Jean stood in only her lacy pants, suspender belt and stockings. He again stood behind her and with one hand cupping her naked breast I watched as his other hand descended to her pants and disappeared into them. Jean grinned at me and said "Oh Steve that's nice, he's rubbing my cunt- do you want to see?" and with that she bent down and pulled down her pants to reveal her shaven cunt with John's hand rubbing her vigorously. My erection began to return as I watched my wife exposing her whole body and being caressed crudely by the stranger. "Oh look he likes to watch that - Would you like to see me finger myself?" " Yes I croaked." She laughed and pulling away from john she pulled a chair up directly in front of me and spread her legs wide. She looked directly into my eyes as she slowly inserted a finger into her cunt. "Come on John" she said, "you come and watch as well." John fetched another drink from the bar and stood by her side looking down as her fingers plunged in and out of her gaping cunt. Get his cock out John - let me look at it as I finger-fuck myself." John laughed "good idea, let's see what he has to show." He undid my flies and reaching in pulled out my 5" cock which was throbbing hard. "Christ" he said " no wonder she wants more - That things useless." He flipped it with his finger. I flinched. This seemed to excite Jean and she plunged another finger into her sopping cunt. "Oh yes do it again, to teach him to treat his wife with a little more respect." He slapped at my cock again and again I flinched. In spite of this I was still fully erect and I thrust my cock back and forward trying to reach satisfaction as I watched my wife finger fucking herself in front of this stranger. "He's trying to bring himself off, we can't have that." She looked around and getting up from her chair and went over to the sideboard, opened a drawer and brought out a ruler and hesitating as she returned she went back to the sideboard and took a long fat candle from the candleholder resting on the table. She gave the ruler to John, and said, "I'm going to put on a show - you make sure he doesn't cum." She stood close in front of me and spread her legs. "Now watch this, " she said, and with one hand she pulled the lips of her cunt open. With the other she slowly inserted the tip of the candle into her open cunt. I watched mesmerised as she slowly pushed the fat candle up into herself. She bent her knees slightly, squatting to open her cunt further and the candle went further up into her body. As I thrust my cock back and forwards in a simulation of the sex act, trying to bring myself off, she looked at John and said "He's trying to cum - stop him." With that John flicked the ruler he held at my thrusting cock. It caught me full on the tip of my cock and the pain made me cry out. Jean laughed as she saw me cringe "Yes, hit it again." I now saw that things were out of control and I was at the mercy of the two of them. To be continued... Humiliation You said you wouldn’t humiliate me. You promised you wouldn’t – and yet only two days after I agreed you could take a lover, I am forced to watch as he slams his massive cock into you from behind. I am sat naked in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom – our bedroom. My hands are tied behind my back. My cock is painfully hard, painfully erect, throbbing in front of me. My cock that until a few days ago satisfied you, that was big enough for you, is no longer enough. Now you want something longer, thicker, harder, younger. It had only really started an hour ago. You had tied my hands behind my back with one of your silk scarves, and led me the armchair. My ankles were tied to the short legs of the chair with your stockings. All the time you were doing this you had teased me, with your hands, your mouth, your body. Even before my hands were tied, you had kept out of my reach, your gorgeous pert body covered only by a see through mini dress and the tiniest of thongs. And then the doorbell had rung. He had arrived. You left me and went to him, bringing him into our house. I heard you talking quietly, the sounds interrupted by silences as you kissed, the silences getting longer. Then I heard the rustle of clothing being removed, followed by gasps and groans, and the unmistakeable sounds of fucking. Was he taking you against the wall? Or on the floor? Or in the lounge? I didn’t know. I heard you cry out, urging him to fuck you harder, to make you come. I heard you cry out in that way you do as you come. And then the louder cry of him cumming, his spunk flooding into you. The stairs creak as you bring your lover upstairs, into our bedroom. You are both naked, the clear signs of sex on your body. You lead with by the cock. You let go, as if to show him to me. His cock is already semi-hard again. Ignoring me you both go to the bed. You suck him, your lips stretched around his huge cock. He licks you and sucks you, before pulling you around onto to all fours. I watch as he fucks you hard from behind, watch as your pert breasts swing around under you as you kneel on all fours taking his cock deep inside you. Your nipples are clearly erect, excited by your lust. Your back is arched, your bum positioned so that he can penetrate you as deep as possible. I watch as his huge balls slap against you. He deliberately pulls out, and turns slightly, showing me his cock, shiny with your juices. I can see your gorgeous sweet ass, your tight puckered little hole winking at me, your pussy framed by your legs. Your lips are red and open where he has been fucking you, your juices running out of you. He laughs silently at me as he wanks his cock, stroking the length of his huge tool. He places the head of his cock in your pussy. He slides it all in, until I can see his balls resting against you again. He pulls out, and pounds back into you. Fucking you. He slides a finger into your ass. You cry out as another orgasm hits you. You glance over your shoulder at me, relishing my humiliation, relishing the surges of pleasure running through you. He pulls out again, and rolls you over onto your back. You stretch out, your hands above your head, your naked body perfectly on show. You do this because you know I love to see you in this position when we make love. Because you know what it does to me. I look at your breasts, your hard, brown nipples. Your chest is already flushed from sex, from the orgasms you have enjoyed. You move your arms down, and cup your breasts, rubbing your nipples. You deliberately pull your knees up, and open your legs. I can clearly see his cum spread on the inside of your wet thighs, cum that he fucked into you as soon as he arrived, the cum of a man you only met an hour a go. I watch fascinated as pulls your legs up higher and drives into you again. He fucks you relentlessly, listening to you cry out as his monster cock impales you, his balls slapping against your ass. I watch as at last his buttocks clench as he cums, as he pumps his spunk into your wanton cunt. You cry out as your own orgasm bursts over you. He collapses on top of you, both of you gasping for air in your excitement. You both look over at me, laughing, his cock still hard, still wet with your juices, his cum dribbling out of you. You come over to me, and kneel in front of me. My cock is stood out straight from my body, begging for attention. I long for you to touch it, just as I had longed to wank as I watched you fucking. I long for the release of the cum boiling in my aching balls. You reach for my cock, and lean forward to lick the head, smearing my pre-cum around it with your tongue. You slide your hand down my length, pulling my foreskin back, just as I like it. I push my hips forward, urging you to continue. A moan escapes my lips as your hand slides up and down my shaft. Your movements get faster, as you dip your head to suck me into your wet mouth, wanking me into your mouth. You feel my cum start to rise, my cock throbbing - and you twist my cock painfully at the base, my erection disappearing instantly. I cry out with frustration, with the humiliation. You push me back in the chair, and then climb up next to me. You balance yourself with your feet each side of me, your pussy level with my mouth. You pull my head towards you, thrusting your cunt forward to meet my mouth. I eagerly try to push my tongue into your pussy, flicking it across your clit, sucking on you. You grind yourself against me, smearing your juices and his cum over my mouth and chin. The pressure of you against me forces his cum into my mouth; I taste it, taste both of you. But I still lick at you; trying to suck on your lips, fuck you with my tongue. But you push me away, increasing my frustration, my humiliation. I hear him laugh as he watches from the bed. As you climb down, I sense him crossing the room. He stands next to the chair, his cock already standing out erect from his body. You watch as he stands beside me, and pulls me towards him. I hear you gasp as he presses his erection to my mouth, forcing himself inside me. I instinctively suck on him, drawing him deeper into me. I can taste your pussy juice on him. I lick at his huge cock, savouring your taste on him, savouring his taste. He pulls away, laughing again. You undo the ties on my ankles, and pull me up from the chair. You lead me to the bed, and push me down, face first, my head to one side. My knees are under me, my ass sticking up into the air, my cock and balls hanging down. I can hear you whispering, but can’t catch what you say. All is still, until rough hands – his hands – grab my ass, pulling the cheeks painfully apart. I cry out, and then gasp as I feel something cold and hard against me. I steal a glance in the mirror at the side of the room. It’s you – wearing a strap on dildo I’ve never seen before. You lean forward, pushing the obscenely thick tool into my virgin ass. He urges you on, and I cry out as you slide deeply inside me. Waves of pain wash over me, followed by pleasure as you begin to fuck my ass. My cock twitches, growing hard as it hangs beneath me. As you fuck me, he comes to the side of the bed, and pushes his cock back into my mouth. He pushes in deeply. I seem to swallow him, before he pulls out and starts to fuck my wet mouth, his balls bouncing below my chin with each thrust. The pain and pleasure at both ends is intense, my cock so unbelievably hard, crying out for release. As he fucks my mouth I suck on him, lick him, taste him. With a cry he cums yet again, waves of spunk gushing into my mouth. He pushes his cock in deeper, forcing me to suck on him, to swallow his cum. With a groan muffled by his cock I cum, my spunk pumping out onto the bed as I roll onto my side. You pull out of my ass, and take off the dildo. Laughing you throw it on the bed next to my pool of cum. You take your lover by the cock and lead him out of the room. My humiliation is surely complete. You go to the bedroom next door. The noises tell me that you are soon fucking again. I hear the squeak of the bed as you move, your cries of pleasure mixed with his. I see him in my mind taking your cute little body, your pert breasts, your shaven pussy, your tight ass. I imagine you sucking on that enormous cock, of it in your mouth, in your cunt, in your ass. I imagine his fingers inside you, his tongue, his cock. I can still taste his cum in my mouth, and my ass burns were you fucked me. My cock twitches and hardens again, thinking of what you did to me, of what you are doing together. I groan in frustration, unable to touch or feel myself. You cry out, telling him to cum over you, in you, to fuck you. At last it stops. I lay on the bed, still naked, still tied up, wondering what humiliation is still to come. I stir, hearing the two of you whispering, moving downstairs. I hear you giggle, and then the unmistakeable sound of a zip being drawn down, followed by the equally unmistakeable sucking sounds of a wet, exciting blowjob. I imagine you kneeling in front of him, that long hard cock in your mouth, of you sucking on him, of his spunk pouring into your mouth. The taste of his cum returns to my mouth, reminding me again of what went before. He cries out again as his cum fills your mouth. I can hear you murmuring appreciation at what he has given you, of you licking and sucking him clean. At last you close the door behind him, and all is quiet. You return to our bedroom. I look up. Your body is covered in the signs of sex. Your hair is tangled. He has bitten your nipple, leaving a mark. There is dried cum on your legs, on your pussy, on your breasts. You walk past me and go to the bathroom. I hear the bath being filled with water. At last you return to me, and untie my wrists. You lead me to the bath. We both climb in, and you lean back against me, as I reach around and cup your breasts. We wash each other gently, and then return to the bedroom. Still wet, we make love – tenderly, lovingly. My cock is rigid as I pump into you, savouring the feel of you, the sensations running through my body. I cry out as I cum, the excitement of the last few hours pouring into you. I slump on top of you, exhausted. We kiss. You whisper to me. “Thank you darling.” I hold you tighter, loving you, reminding you. “But I get to chose next time....” Humiliation The evening was drawing in, light from the window slowly fading as the sun dropped below the horizon. The girl sat on the rug, her knees drawn up to her side and a look of concentration on her face as she studied the picture in front of her. It was not her best work she knew, but it would do for now. She placed the canvas to her left and glanced to the door as she heard it open, she smiled as she saw the shape of her lover, he moved swiftly across to her and without a word he lifted her face and kissed her deeply. She rose into the kiss, lifting herself into more of a kneeling position, the kiss held her head tilted backwards and her breasts jutted out, heaving rhythmically as the kiss deepened along with her breathing. The man reached out with a strong, well-muscled arm and stroked her breast, taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger he rolled it gently, teasing through the clothes before pinching fiercely. She cried out, breaking the kiss, the pain had been unexpected and sharp, and as she looked up at him her cheeks reddened. His hand moved down her arm softly stroking her fair skin till he reached her wrist, he took hold of her and straightened up, his arousal was obvious as he stood and he noticed the girls interest as he pulled her to her feet. He let go of the girls wrist, she stood there, unsure of what to do next, he watched her, watched her uneasiness and smiled, it was what he wanted for tonight. He moved quickly then, untying the bow that held her skirt round her waist and letting it fall to the floor. She was not wearing underwear, this was one of the rules he had set for her, in the house she was to be always bare bottomed, ready for him whenever he called on her. She looked down as her skirt fell, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks again, he smiled, enjoying the fact that no matter how often she exposed herself she always held that slight embarrassment, just enough to flush her cheeks. He took a step forwards, his hand slipping between her thighs, he leaned in close to her and in a husky whisper commanded her to open her legs wider. She closed her eyes, hearing his commanding voice after silence for so long made her tremble with excitement, she parted her legs and felt his hand move higher, his fingers explored her folds, she moaned quietly then opened her eyes as he removed his hand. He looked at his fingers with a smile before sucking each one individually then he looked back at her. “See how wet you are my little slut, you are almost ready to fuck right now,” He smirked and paused, licking his lips and passing his hand under his nose, breathing in deeply the scent of her. “Get to the bedroom and strip you little floozy.” He smiles as he watches her pick up her skirt then head off, flustered to the bedroom. He waits in the room for a few more minutes, going over his plans for tonight in his head; he smiles as he thinks of how he will use her, how he will make her do exactly as he pleases and how much he will make her love it. Upstairs, the girl enters the bedroom, she glance at the bottom drawer, wondering if her lover will have any use for the implements in there tonight, judging by his commanding attitude so far she thinks probably he will. She smiles and strips off the last of her clothes, she glances in the mirror, self-critical as always, she notices all the lumps, bumps, parts that should be flatter, slimmer... she looks away Hearing footsteps on the stairs she quickly gets onto the bed, lying face down with her head against the pillows she quietly watches as her lover enters. He walks directly to the set of draws and she cannot help a smile as he opens the bottom drawer, she was right, he is gong to use something from the drawer. He reaches in and picks out a soft cloth item, reaching round he fastens it over her eyes, all light is gone for her now. Moving round the bed he grasps her hips and pulls her up and back, onto her knees. She lifts herself up onto her hands as well but is roughly pushed back down, her face on the bed and her ass in the air she feels very exposed. She feels his hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, exposing her more fully, he reaches under her and draws his hand back, his fingers tracing over her wet pussy before delving deep inside. She pushes back against his hand and he smiles, this is what he wanted. “Look how ready you are, I have barely touched you my beautiful slut and already you are primed.” He brings his hand out of her and spreads the wetness all over her ass cheeks, kneading with both his hands, occasionally reaching forwards to caress her tight arse with his tongue. She moans softly as his tongue reaches inside, opening her up. He leans back again, admiring her pussy, his fingers opening up the inner labia, exploring every part of her, dipping inside and circling her clit. “Do you realise how beautiful you look my love?” He asks her, she doesn’t reply but her face, buried in the pillows is glowing with embarrassment, she doesn’t think she would look beautiful from that angle at all, but she knows better than to contradict. His fingers play around her arse as he talks about how nice and tight it is, how he loves to fuck her there, how much she turns him on by just the sight of her kneeling there with her ass in the air. He reaches to the side of him and lifts a ready lubed but plug, he smiles as he continues to tell her exactly how turned on he is as he slides the but plug home. “Do you know how beautiful it is to see you take this plug, to see it disappear inside you, how exciting it is to be able to fuck you with my fingers,” at this he plunges his fingers inside her pussy and bending them forwards slightly he vibrates his arm, rubbing her g-spot as he talks, “Do you know how good it feels my slut, to see this plug moving as I fuck you with my hand? To feel the plug against my fingers as I fuck your pussy.” Her moans have increased so much that she can barely hear him, but it is not his words that matter it is the tone of compliment, it is the fact that he is loving doing this to her, that he is enjoying every second of what he is doing that really increases the pleasure. Even without this though his fingers are touching all the right places inside her, she rocks back hard against his hand. “Do you want to cum my little slut?” He asks, “Do you want me to let you cum right now?” She lifts her head slightly, manages to say yes in between moans. He stops, lifts the strap that was lying next to him and smacks her hard across her wet ass with it, she bucks, the sting electrifying in her arousal, her knees give way and she sinks to the bed, knowing that she will not be afforded release so soon. He orders her onto her back and she complies, she is somewhat disorientated on the bed now and the distant voice of her lover does little to help her gain her bearings. She hears the clink of metal and tries to distinguish which toy it is making the noise but it doesn’t sound like any she remembers. One of her ankles is grasped and placed in a cuff, as the cuff is being tightened she realises what it must be, her mind reels, she has never been put in a spreader bar before, she would not be able to hide herself, not until he let her out… the thought is at once frightening and exciting. Her other ankle is strapped in and then there is silence for a second, She moves her head, trying to pick out any noise but she hears nothing, suddenly her masters voice again. “I want you to reach down between your legs for me, that’s it,” He says as she moves one of her hands down, she is not thinking anymore, her mind is blank, she needs his instruction. “Now pull open your pussy lips, I want to see you wide open, show me how beautiful the inside of your pussy is.” She does as he asks, his words and her actions making her feel so humiliated, she is glad for the blindfold, at least he is not ordering her to look at him, she thinks she would die if he did that. “Put your knees apart my love, I want to see deep inside of you, I want to see all of you.” She opens her knees more but he is not satisfied, he pulls out another bar and places it between her knees, attaching it to her thighs just above the knee, she cannot straighten her legs or close her knees now. She flushes while he does this, feels his hand on hers, keeping her hand where it is, keeping her pussy on show, before he moves off again he reaches down and kisses her neck, telling her how much he loves her, how she is the most beautiful woman in all the world. He backs off again, sitting on the opposite side of the room to her he instructs her further, hands her a vibrator and tells her to masturbate, to put it on her clit but not to cum. She does this, he watches and while she is distracted he strips, the sight of her so open, so exposed has excited him more than he expected, he pulls the vibrator from her hand and physically turns her so she is kneeling again, the two bars making the move awkward but not impossible, he grasps the end of the but plug, wiggling it roughly inside her, she had almost forgotten that was there. He massages her ass cheeks, sliding a hand down and over her swollen wet pussy, he looks at her, bound at the ankle and knee and an idea forms. He tells her he is going to have her stand against the wall and that she will need his help to stand. She feels clumsy and foolish as she tries to stand with her legs spread by the two bars, she cannot stand straight and her ass sticks out behind her, she feels close to tears as she imagines what she must look like. He clasps his hand over her right buttock then pulls it back and slaps hard, as he watches the red develop he tells her how much he enjoys watching her skin change colour so. She leans her head against her hands as she rests against the wall for support, she is still recovering from the pain of the slap when she feels his hands grab her breasts as he pushes his cock deep inside her, she cries out and pushes back against him, partly because she loses her balance and partly because she needs the release of orgasm, she can feel the tension inside her, feels the need for penetration. As he pushes deep inside her she feels the movement of the but plug again, stimulating her and increasing her excitement, suddenly her head is pulled back and she hears a fierce whisper in her ear. “Don’t you even think about coming slut until I tell you to.” She catches her breath, his voice brings her closer to orgasm but she knows the punishment for disobeying would be severe, she tries to quell her moans, to reduce her desire but she finds it so hard, his grunts from behind her has he buries himself deep within her do not help her hold back, she tries to concentrate on her breathing, anything to distract her, she feels his tempo increase, her own hips rock back against him, she needs permission, she is getting too close… “Cum slut, Cum for me, Cum right now!” She hears the words and before they are even finished she feels the explosion of her orgasm, she screams out, pushing herself back against him as he pushed hard into her, she hears his shouts of ecstasy dimly, as if through a thick fog. She floats away from the scene, vaguely aware that she can still hear shouts, conscious that they are hers but that she is not connected to them anymore, she floats, is if in space, she sees nature all around her, feels the peace and harmony, is unaware of anything else. The next thing she is aware of is lying on the floor, a blanket wrapped around her and her head in her lovers lap; she opens her eyes cautiously and looks up into his smiling eyes. “I see you are back with us then.” She hears the smile in his voice. As she lies back she realises slowly that she is no longer attached to any bars, her blindfold is gone, she wonders about these things but not with any real concern, she feels too good to be concerned and her lovers easy attitude ensures that she feels secure and safe. She looks up once more and smiles a very happy smile, she is happy, oh yes, she is happy. Humiliation This story is a work of fiction. It has an adult theme and is not intended for younger readers. Any similarities between actual persons, living or dead are coincidental. Chapter One "Mmmmmm. Wow. That felt so good." Lisa purred while sliding off of Jim's hips. Jim laid there seemingly contented to engage in a little post coital bliss. One of his favorite most parts of their Sunday morning love making. The sun was already high in the sky outside their bedroom window. Chiffon curtains over the partially opened window frame gently swayed with the slightest of morning breezes. Just another hot July morning in Northern Indiana. Within a few moments Jim shifted his body slightly while still holding Lisa's head to his chest. Reaching for a package of cigarettes, lighter and ashtray, on the small night stand to his right side. Jim flipped over the top of the package and selected one of the long white cylinders, and offered it to Lisa. As she accepted the cigarette and placed it directly into her mouth, Jim moved the ashtray to his side within easy reach of Lisa's hand, and then lit her cigarette for her. She took a slow drag and deep inhale and then exhaled a long plume of white smoke over Jim's head. "Bastard" "Bitch" The couple then looked each other directly in the eye, and smiled. Lisa leaned forward and gave Jim a kiss on his lips. Warm, tender and smoky. Trimming her cigarette ash in the glass ashtray by Jim's side she began to reflect. "When?" Lisa whispered. "I told you, anytime." Jim said rather nonchalantly. They'd had this discussion very frequently these last few months. And Jim knew that he'd just about run out of every excuse. Lisa wanted to get pregnant and Jim had probably already put it off longer than he should have. A quick survey of the beautiful woman lying next to him, confirmed that he'd lost the last of his reluctance. It was time. Lisa, at age 31, had changed little in the six years they'd been married. Physically that is. She was 5' 4" tall and weighing just above 120 lbs. Long legs, a narrow waist, and the most wonderful natural breasts he had ever had the privilege to suckle. Blue eyes and strawberry blond hair, which Lisa had kept at shoulder length since their wedding day, just to please Jim, completed the woman he saw laying next to him. He was the luckiest man alive, and he knew it. His mind wondered back to the wedding announcement in the Fort Wayne paper six years ago. Mr. And Mrs. Glen Hart are pleased to announce: The wedding of their daughter Elizabeth June Hart to Mr. James Robert Taylor of Fort Wayne. Jim and Lisa are both Graduates of Purdue University with Jim's degree in Electrical Engineering And Lisa's degree in accounting. The newly weds will be making their home In Fort Wayne where Jim is employed at Addison Engineering. "Lost in thought lover boy?" Jim answered "a little I guess. Mix of thoughts you know." "About me not smoking while I'm pregnant I bet?" Jim just grinned. "There's that of course, but mostly I was thinking about some breakfast. How about I make you some strawberry pancakes and some bacon?" "Perfect. I'll potty and meet you in the kitchen." With that Lisa climbed over Jim on the way to the bathroom, grabbing her slinky silver nighty on her way past the chair next to the private bathroom off the master bedroom. Jim made a pit stop at the main bathroom on his way downstairs to the kitchen to begin the breakfast preparations. His mind kept going back in time to his intimacy with Lisa. While she had changed little during the marriage physically, oh how she'd changed as a sex partner. It was exactly six weeks before their nuptials. Jim and Lisa had found an apartment in Fort Wayne, and were getting boxes of stuff transported up there. While engaged, they had both maintained their own places, however, being as how Lisa had a roommate they preferred to spend most of the time at Jim's second floor walk up apartment. Lisa showed up a little early, just as Jim was piling a box of videos into the dumpster. Lisa wanted a peak at the contents of the box and Jim about freaked out. She challenged him. "No secrets!" Jim let her peek inside, revealing the smoking fetish collection he was tossing out. Lisa looked at him rather quizzically, and then insisted that he bring them back inside. Later that evening, Lisa popped one in the VCR and proceeded to watch it all the way through. "This stuff turns you on?" Jim could just squirm on the loveseat next to Lisa. Lisa on the other hand, seemed very amused by her fiancé's embarrassment. Till she leaned over and unzipped his fly though. When he began to relax a little more, Lisa took the opportunity to give him a rather slow hand job. A few weeks later after making some of the final wedding preparations, they stopped into a bar and grill for a bite to eat and a few beers. Lisa was seated across from him, and after her first beer she lifted her purse from the seat next to her and set it on the inside end of the booth where they were seated. Then she took out a package of Virginia Slims Menthol 120's and a BIC disposable lighter. Jim was shocked, but didn't say anything. He watched her intently and she placed one of the cigarettes into her painted lips. She flicked the lighter to flame, and then lit the end of the VS. A small inhale, with a rather quick exhale that followed but without a cough. It was then that Jim noticed the package was half gone. "We spent all day making wedding preparations, but I've been practicing this past week for the honeymoon." Was all she said. She continued to smoke her cigarette, in the same manner that the "smoking models" had until their burgers arrived. It was this very thought that went through Jims mind when the minister asked him the fateful question "and James, do you take Elizabeth Hart as your lawful wedded wife?" The resulting "I DO", that Jim almost shouted caused the attendees to almost break out laughing. Chapter Two The honeymoon was just the beginning of their adventures together. Lisa did become very proficient at smoking. In fact, she became quite adept at slipping into the sexy seductive mode. Jim of course, was in heaven. Jim became more the romantic, which seemed to fuel Lisa's sexual energies. He'd bring home flowers for no apparent reason, Lisa would counter with a new, and even sexier negligee. When Lisa was too sick to go to work, Jim would stay home and take to her well being in earnest. As she would sleep on the couch, with a box of tissues, Jim would get the laundry caught up. When she went to bed early, Jim would shut the door tight and vacuum the downstairs. When Lisa was feeling well enough to go back to work, the house was clean and the laundry was caught up. They were quite the couple all right. By mutual agreement, Lisa's smoking was kept a strict secret. Jim wanted no part of her becoming addicted. Even to this present time, neither of the families would have suspected Lisa to have even the occasional cigarette. When Lisa took a job with a hotel management company, she never took her cigarettes to work with her. Her smoking was part of her intimacy with Jim. Nothing more, and nothing less. The system worked for them both. Together, with their upward mobility, they soon bought their first house together. They called it a "starter home" however, Lisa's father Glenn, who was a Real Estate Broker, called it the house to end all houses. A 3500 sq foot two story with a full basement. Three bedrooms upstairs, with a main floor office area that could have easily been made into another bed room. Large kitchen and panty, and also a combination living room/family room. Of both Jim and Lisa's siblings, they were the ones to envy. Jim and Lisa were both natural competitors. One was always trying to out do the other. Working, creating, and of course sexually as well. After a few years, Lisa learned the secrets to unlocking Jim's fertile imagination. It made him both a successful engineer, well liked in the office and popular with clients, but a truly devoted and marvelous lover. On their honeymoon Lisa had purchased a book on love making. It was over seven hundred pages long and was a complete encyclopedia of all things sexual. Even though Jim was embarrassed by most of it, Lisa insisted on knowing his wants and desires. After the first few days of that honeymoon, Jim was so worn out that he suggested that they cuddle for an evening or two so he could "recharge his batteries". One morning Lisa awoke to find her new husband had snuck off to the golf course, just to get a small break from the amour us Lisa. Lisa only smiled when she realized what Jim had done, she knew she had him and her leash was just long enough for him to play golf. Through the first few years of their marriage, Lisa would always find new and interesting sexual activities. She also kept her smoking for Jim a secret, until one fateful day in February. Lisa's job with the hotel management company involved keeping and combining financial records for several hotel chains. Data links between her company and the clients downloaded information to a central administrative group. Lisa would do some software trouble shooting as well as search out missing pieces of crucial data for weekly and monthly reports. Not a glamorous position to be sure, but Lisa could always be counted on to come through in a pinch. On this fateful day in February, a large motel in Indianapolis had a problem. Their server had taken a dump. Although Lisa couldn't help with the hardware problems, she could burn a back up disk to restore the lost data they would need to get their business back on track. And urgency was the name of the game. From the time Lisa's department got the call, to when she left in her silver Taurus with the back up disk, it was only an hour. Given the two hour drive time to Indianapolis, she would have difficulty in getting home for dinner. She called Jim at his office to advise him of her work needs, and Jim agreed to fix something light and keep it warm for her return, which would probably be sometime around 10 pm. But we're talking Indiana in February. As fate would have it, a cold air mass coming southeast over Lake Michigan, met with a warm moist air front coming up from Florida. The resulting snow started falling shortly before Lisa got there. "Hi, you must be Lisa Taylor; oh thank god you're here." Crystal Findley was in a panic, and was sure glad to see Lisa come through the door. Chrys and Lisa had known one another through phone conversations for several months. Now meeting for the first time in person. Lisa was somewhat taken back. Chrys was nothing like she sounded like on the phone. Lisa pictured Chrys as being somewhat older than she was. At 34, Chrys was a "looker" too. Short blond hair over brown eyes. At about 5"7 and maybe 130 lbs, she was not only beautiful but very well endowed. "Chrys?......oh my god. I had you pictured so differently." Chrys giggled "Yeah, I don't look like I sound on the phone. Must be my ciggies. I've been hooked on em for 15 years. Bradley our hardware guy left about an hour ago to beat the snow storm. He told me to just put in the compact disk you brought and the computer would do the rest. I guess he has it all set up. I also have his cell phone number just in case, and he will talk us through any problems." Lisa looked behind her through the motels front door. "Wow. The flakes of snow are larger than silver dollars." "Did you bring an overnight bag by chance?" Lisa didn't of course. Just her luck too. In her hurry to get out of Fort Wayne, she completely spaced out the impending storm. "No I didn't. Geez. Can I perhaps get a room here?" Crystal was way ahead of Lisa. "Janet.....hey hon.....book a room for Lisa. Make it a single with a queen, and put that on the comps, she's gonna be our guest tonight. Hey Lisa, smoking or non dear?" "Ah either one, what ever you have available." "Janet make it smoking please....thanks." Lisa kinda wondered about that, but only for a moment as the two woman headed into the back office and the waiting server. Lisa inserted the back up disk while Chrys punched the necessary keys. The server hummed to life seemingly greedy to gobble up the back up disk. Lisa peeked over Crystals shoulder watching the monitor come to life and go through its various gyrations. Lisa detected the luscious smell of cigarettes and perfume. Finally the screen flashed "Back up Data Uploaded Complete" Chrys gave it a satisfied look. "Janet, be a dear and try a room search for a week ago Please" "I'm on it. It took it. We had three vacancies last week Tuesday. Two queens single and a double king all smoking" "Thanks hon. How about some dinner for you my knight in shining armor?" Mused Crystal. Elated to be back on line again. "And a drink perhaps?" said Lisa giggling. "Oh a woman after my own heart. There's a Fridays right next door, and beyond that a Maxes for some unmentionables if you need. The rest of the stuff we have, and if not you can raid the lost and found. Lisa grabbed a pair of snow boots out of the Taurus's back seat, noticing the snow already filling in the heated spots on the hood of her car. A quick glance to Crystal revealed snow accumulating on her short blond hair. The ladies then slipped and sloshed their way over to Maxes for some new undies for Lisa, and bra which she got on sale and a light blue cotton sleep shirt. Before long they were seated in the smoking section at Friday's ordering their suppers. "Hi, I'm Jill; I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you something from the bar while you look over the menu?" Chrys didn't hesitate "Captain and diet please, with a lime." Then glanced at Lisa along with Jill. "Gin and tonic thanks." After Jill had taken the two steak orders, and fetched back the drinks, Crystal reached into her purse and brought out her cigarette case. With a well practiced movement, she placed a VS120 Menthol to her lips and flicked her BIC bringing her "ciggie to life". Lisa was already anticipating it when the offer came forth. "Like one?" What ever had kept Lisa in abstinence in the past suddenly flew out the window into the heavy falling snow. "Yes please." Crystal turned the open cigarette case in Lisa's direction. Without a second thought Lisa took one of the slim white cylinders and placed it into her mouth and accepted Chrys offer to light her. "I didn't see you bring any cigarettes in with your...I hope you're not trying to quit." "Nah, I don't smoke at work.....usually anyway." Lisa smiled back at Chrys. "Ah, I see....closet smoker?" "Actually more of a bedroom smoker." Lisa looked a little chagrined. "Ok. Never heard of a bedroom smoker" Crystal looked a little confused. "It's kinda funny actually. I started smoking for my husband shortly before we got married. He....well....sorta gets in the....mood when I smoke for him." Lisa explained. The topic changed momentarily as the local weather forecaster came on the elevated TV screen over the bar. The whole room in fact quieted down to listen to the weather forecast. More snow expected over night. 5 – 10 inches. Plows were out and they expected the roads to be clear by mid morning. Interstate 75 going north and south would be the priority, and a wave of relief came over Lisa. She wouldn't be stuck here for more than just the one night. But she wasn't really feeling actually stuck. She was actually enjoying Chris's company. "Jill hon, can we get another round please. Thanks." Chrys had her empty glass held just above her shoulder, when Jill nodded back. Lisa still had a little to go, but drained it quickly to make room for the next. Lisa was starting to catch a buzz. "Ciggie?" "Sure." Lisa answered. This time Lisa lit her own, and not wanting to look like an amateur, she took a long drag, exhaling half through her nose, and double pumping again to fill her lungs. A four second hold, then a long plume of smoke exited her lips towards the ceiling. A grin of satisfaction graced her mouth. "So tell me more about this bedroom smoking thing you have going?" Crystal smiled knowingly towards Lisa. "Well, it started quite by accident a few weeks before we were married. Jim was trying to throw out a box of these videos. Well I caught him, and he acted so panicked I just had to know what was in the box. Smoking videos. I didn't even know such a thing existed." "Jim smokes of course...." "Nope. Least not that I've ever witnessed. I think he tried a cigar one evening at some Addison party, but I don't think he finished it." "Amazing. So you get to smoke only in the bedroom?" "Not exactly. I guess I can smoke anywhere in the house. But if I light one up, it won't be long before he's all over me....." Lisa paused to take a drag off her VS120. "So let me see if I get this correctly. Your smoking turns him on, so all you have to do is light one up, then sit back and wait for the action. Do you smoke after sex too?" Lisa giggled. "Before, after, and sometimes during." "Holy shit girl. You have it Made in the Shade" Crystal spoke. "But you're not addicted." "Yeah, I suppose a little. I try and hold back, you know, family etc. All non-smokers on both sides. And, then there's the whole baby issue. I want to have babies someday, and I don't want to have to go through a serious withdrawal or anything like that." Crystal giggled. "Listen; find out from Jim what happened to give him this fetish so that perhaps I can work a little magic on some guy I get close too." "Oh! Speaking of Jim. I better let him know where I'm at." With that Lisa dipped into her purse to retrieve her cell phone. A few moments later she caught Jim just getting home. "Hi honey. I'm spending the night here with Crystal. Yeah unhuh. Snowing like crazy, but the weather forecaster said that I-75 will be open mid morning....unhuh. Oh she's nice. Yeah.....and guess what? I'm on my second cigarette right now.....giggle....yes she does...my brand.......yeah I'm gonna miss you too. Of course. See you tomorrow." Lisa replaced her cell phone looking over to Crystal and smiled. "Think he'll be waiting to jump your bones when you get home tomorrow?" "Actually I think in about another ten minutes he'll be taking matters into his own hands....giggle" Both Lisa and Chrys broke out laughing. Their steaks arrived just as their cigarettes were spent, and they both sliced into the largest New York Strips that Lisa had ever seen. After a sumptuous meal, Lisa ordered another round. The evening was spent in girl talk, and before it was over, both ladies had a "tune going". But were also, the best of friends. Chapter Three "Good morning Doctor Menards office, this is Mary" said the perky voice on the other end of the phone. "Hey Mary, it's Lisa Taylor. How's it going? "Just great Lisa. What I can I do for you today?" "I'd like to cancel my quarterly Deprovira shot. I think I'm supposed to come in on the 28th at 2:00 pm." "Let me look that up. Yeah, your next shot is on the 28th at 2. Is there a problem or something?" "Actually no. Not really a problem. Jim and I have decided to get pregnant." "Oh Lisa that's great. I'm so excited for you girl. Jim finally came around huh?" "Yeah. I knew he would eventually. Ah, I have a couple of questions for the Doctor or perhaps you can answer them for me?" "I can try. I'll also mail out one of our expectant mothers booklets. It will probably answer most of the questions that you'd have." Lisa thought for a moment. "How long after I'm off the birth control will it be before I become fertile again?" "Well, in most women on Depo, they will have a very heavy menstruation within a few days after their next scheduled shot. Looking at your schedule, all things being equal of course, and you're in great health, I'd say your period will start about the 2nd or 3rd of August. Your best chance of getting pregnant would then follow about 12 days after that, so probably Saturday the 15th of August." Humiliation "Great. That would put me delivering sometime in May, if it takes on the first month." "Correct. You'd even miss the summer heat. I had Justin in August and oh boy, I was so uncomfortable that last month." "Thanks Mary. I'll look for the booklet." "Congratulations girl friend. Doctor will want to see you around the middle of September if you pass the EPT test. That's explained in the booklet." "Bye Mary" "Ah before I forget. Make sure Jim saves up his little swimmers for a few days ahead of time." "Gotcha" "Bye girl friend." Later that evening Lisa was in an especially good mood. Jim could tell instantly when he hit the back door. The first thing that struck his senses was the pot roast hitting his nostrils. His favorite. "MMmmm." Jim murmured as he gave Lisa a kiss. "My favorite?" "Yep. It has got a few more minutes though." Lisa said as she twisted the top off a cold Bud Lite and handed it to Jim. Jim took a big swallow. Seeing Lisa in her short shorts, Jim realized how uncomfortable his work garb was. Taking his beer up the stairs, Jim changed into a pair of khaki's and a tee shirt and rejoined Lisa in the kitchen. "How was your day love?" Lisa started as Jim was taking another swallow. "Hot. 12 guys with double EE degrees and none of us could get the air conditioner up any higher. How was yours?" "Actually wonderful. I called Menards office this morning." Lisa paused for effect. "I canceled my Depo shot for the end of the month." Jim winced. Ever so slightly, but it was a wince none-the-less. Lisa picked up on it immediately, but didn't let on. She continued in her great mood, and served up the meal she'd spent a good part of the day preparing. After a most satisfying supper and a conversation that consisted mostly of babies, Jim and Lisa were doing the dishes together. Lisa started. "You know honey; I'd like to make you an offer. Perhaps a little something to look forward to when I'm pregnant. You know I can't smoke for you, so perhaps I could possibly purchase you some new videos?" Jim kinda stared off into space with a contemplative look on his face. His first thought was that might be OK, however, his instinct told him the offer might just go a little higher. He continued drying the ceramic crockpot. Then spoke hesitantly. "Nah, I'm kinda past that sort of thing. I mean, I like to watch them sure, and we did keep my collection, but it's been in a box in the basement for years. I really kinda like watching you smoke. You're the sexiest smoker I know of." Careful Jim. Play it cool. Lisa contemplated Jim's face. She knew how his mind worked. She just didn't know what he was getting at. Time to throw out some bait. "Perhaps I could "Star" in a custom made smoking video for you. We do have a camera of course. Perhaps create a little custom compact disk for the big screen TV?" Lisa smiled seductively. She could tell that Jim was taking the bait. Time to set the hook. "I think I'd look good smoking and wearing that black teddy you like. How about that?" "Oh yeah. That and of course a few other things." Jim smiled at Lisa. He had her going. He knew it. Lisa smiled back at Jim, and she imagined the big silver hook deeply embedded in his cheek. "Should I make a list sweetie?" Lisa smiled. "I have a blue line tablet right here in my brief case." Jim (ever so suavely) motioned over to his case, which Lisa opened and picked out the blue line and a pen. Games were afoot, and they both knew it. "I think I would like to see you in the black teddy, and of course the black garter belt with the FF nylons I got you for Christmas." Lisa scribbled that down, and glanced back to Jim, giving him the signal to go on. Jim in the meantime figured he'd take this as far as it could go, just imagining himself directing the ultimate smoking video. But how far could he push it. "For shoes I think the silver 6" heels you have. Silver platforms I think you called them." Jim kept an innocent face. She would look so sexy in them. "For makeup I'm thinking the way you did your eyes and lips for the Addison New Years Eve party. Only darker, more color." "What do you think so far honey?" Jim smiled at Lisa. "Humiliating actually". Lisa smiled back. She had a lot more room to give, let's see where he went. "What do you think for a back ground? Maybe some music. I'll be smoking constantly of course, but where should we shoot this video?" Lisa finished writing and looked back to Jim for his answer. "Oh for something this special, perhaps a motel room." Jim kept his poker face. Now to hit Lisa with the ultimate. Her secret fantasy. Let's just see if it strikes a cord with her. "How about Crystal's motel down in Indy. Perhaps she'd even be willing to act in our little video?" Jim settled back and watched Lisa's reaction. Lisa continued writing. That bastard. Oh shit. Now the balls in my court. Let's see if he can handle the same. Like for like. Humiliation. Lisa finished writing and set the pen down. "I think I'll have a cigarette. Do you mind?" Knowing what Jims answer would be Lisa went to her purse. Fortunately she'd remembered to pick up a package at the gas station today. She'd even had one on the way home so the package was open. I'll bet he notices. Not waiting to reseat herself, Lisa took a cigarette and placed it between her lips and brought it to life with the lighter she was now routinely carrying in her purse. She took a long drag, keeping one eye on Jim to gauge his reaction. He looked to be calm and smug. Oh he's not gonna like my next sentence. Lisa expelled a plume of smoke towards the kitchen ceiling. Jim noticed her deep full drag. "OK, I'll ask Chrys if she'd be willing to partake in your little fantasy. But I think we need to have some rules put in place first." "Which are?" Jim reflected back to Lisa. "No sex between you and Chrys. Not intercourse anyway. And you have to behave. Chrys is a lady; you must not embarrass either of us in any way. You don't put any pressure on her or me at all. We do what we feel like. You watch for the most part." "Agreed" Lisa took another strong drag on her VS120, and looked contemplatively towards the ceiling with her next exhale. "And" Lisa smiled her special smile as the thought hit her. "And What?" "You wear......... what we wear" Game Set Match Chapter Four By the time Lisa worked up the courage to call Crystal the games were well afoot. When Lisa told Jim that he'd be dressed a little differently he turned white as a sheet. Lisa knew some of his secret fantasies, just as well as Jim knew of hers. And if he was going to pull that card out of her deck, she had every right in the world to pull out one of his. But after a few days, Jim hadn't chickened out. Lisa would push a button here and there, but it appeared as though he was willing go forward. "This is Chrys, sorry to keep you holding, how may I help you?" "It's Lisa. I'd like to make a reservation." Giggle. "Hi hon. I sure miss you. When. You coming down here. Bringing Jim?" "Yes to all of the above." "And what's the occasion. Indy is positively hot right now. We've got Air Conditioning of course. The pool maybe?" "Well, I'm gonna get myself knocked up." "Oh sweetie. I love it. A romantic get away for two. We don't really have a honeymoon suite. But I can get you into the hot tub after hours if you'd like. This is way cool. When did this come about? I thought Jim was a bit reluctant." "Well, he agreed. I had to make some concessions if you know what I mean, but over all I think he'll take to fatherhood just fine. He's been so sweet and supportive." "When hon. Weekends are pretty tight right now....but..." Lisa interrupted. "Not until August 14. Actually my "prime time" should be the Saturday, but my thinking is just the Friday night before. It's part of the concessions I mentioned." "I'll look see here....yeah. King Size bed and smoking of course." "Yeah. And just the one night. One more small favor I would like to ask....and you can say NO of course...no problem.....but part of the concession is......" Choking back the embarrassment Lisa related the story of Jim's fantasy evening. Being smoked by two lovely women. "I'll do it. Hell yes I'll do it. I would be honored to do it." Crystal actually started to go overboard. Lisa cut her off, and with another swallow, started to go through her plans and that Jim had no clue as to what would happen to him. "Hmmm. Delightful. You have such the naughty side. I expect to learn from the master. And, listen....I don't know if this would fit with your little scheme or not, but several months back our limo driver failed to load a suitcase onto the airport shuttle. It sat out by the front door for an hour or so and one of the staff brought it in and placed it behind the desk. I figured somebody would call for it, but weeks went by and nobody called or wrote us. I thought I better pop it open to find an address inside maybe. Well, no wonder they didn't claim it. It was full of kinky bondage stuff. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs, collars and ball gags. There's this three piece clear plastic thingy that looks like some kind of puzzle or something. I haven't a clue what that's for. There is a considerable investment in leather there let me tell you. Somebody is out some serious dollars." Lisa paused a moment "You still have it?" "Yeah. I took it home. Figured what the hell. Leather is expensive girl." "And I 'm the one with a naughty side....Geez Chrys." Both the ladies started laughing again. They exchanged a few more ideas. Lisa was amazed at Crystal's wardrobe and her knowledge of what went where. One by one they traded ideas and formed the outline of a game plan. One idea followed another. Before the conversation was over, Lisa had a remarkably small shopping list. Outside of some clothing that would fit Jim's somewhat larger build, there were only a few items. She could easily handle those and the clothes shopping before the 14th of August. That evening when Jim came through the garage door, Lisa was waiting with a kiss and a cold Bud Lite. "Hi honey." "What's up doll? Love the lipstick. What's for dinner?" "Spaghetti and garlic bread. Green salad. And I talked to Chrys today......." Lisa paused to make sure she had Jim's full attention. When his skin began to turn that cute crimson color she so loved, she leaned in real close to get a good look at his eyes when she whispered "Game ON" "Really?" Jim paused to collect his composure, then clicked open the latches on his brief case. "I stopped at the video store this afternoon, and let's see here....fresh batteries for the camera and two mini cordless microphones with an adapter to fit our camera." Jim was now smiling like the Cheshire cat. Lisa smiled back at him and went back to the dinner preparations. Feeling pretty good about himself, Jim sat back and worked on his Bud Lite. Over the course of the next few weeks, Lisa's preparations went forward. Looking back it seemed so simple, but the biggest preparation of all she had no control over. When she woke up on August 3rd it was part smile and part pain. "My period started this morning." "And the rest of your plans.....?" Jim responded. "All in place. Now did that booklet say to abstain from sex for three days or was that three weeks....." Lisa just smiled. The smile suddenly exceeded the cramps. She was gonna win this contest for sure. Although Jim hadn't shown any signs of "chickening out" she was confident that he wouldn't go through with it. Little did she know Jim had a steady resolve. Lisa pumped her fist as she headed to the bathroom to find a Tampon. The days flew by. Thursday August 13th before going to bed, Lisa called Jim to the master bathroom. She had just finished her bubble bath but had left the sudsy water in the tub. Jim walked in as she was drying off. "Yes dear." "I was thinking you might like a little bubble bath tonight honey. Big night tomorrow." "I was gonna shower before we go down there, seems a little early..." "Not really." Lisa looked him in the eyes, looking for that crimson color, as she handed him her can of shave cream and a fresh leg razor. "Ah... you want me to shave my legs?" Jim stuttered. "Honey, look at me...." Lisa opened her towel and twirled around for Jim's benefit. "How much body hair do you see on me?" Jim went from crimson to red. "I have just a small landing strip above my snatch. You can have a small landing strip above your penis." Lisa stared him down. "Get moving, I still have to put your toenail polish on before going to sleep, and it takes 20 minutes to dry." Jim regained his composure. Knowing that the shaved legs and toenail polish would be well hidden from his co-workers at Addison's the next day. Jim with a smallish bit of bravado pulled off his boxers and took his place in the tub. Lisa simply went to the main bathroom to operate her hair dryer, grinning all the way. He'll chicken. Jim was still in the bathroom when Lisa checked the doors and windows downstairs. The weather had cooled off some, and they were able to keep the upstairs windows open at night to avoid running the air conditioning. When Jim exited the bathroom, Lisa was seated on the bed with her nail kit. "Sit" Jim complied with her somewhat demanding voice. Lisa picked up Jim's left foot and placed it on an old towel over her lap. Being as gentle as she possible could, she first pushed back the cuticles, then applied a "toe keeper" between his toes. Jim had seen Lisa do this to herself a few hundred times, so he knew what to expect. Lisa then selected her brightest pink nail polish, pausing to see if Jim would turn back to crimson. He did in fact, but that wasn't the most visible change that had come over Jim. He was now sporting a rather large erection. "Well, you must really like this color." Lisa just grinned. And then added in a rather matter-of-fact voice. "That woodie of yours is going away all on it's own. Your going to save the swimmers, that's part of the deal. Got it?" "Yes dear." "And when you get up in the middle of the night, I will be wide awake with you. If I don't hear a pee stream in the middle of the toilet water within one minute of your going in there, I'm going to assume that your in there wasting valuable spermatozoa's that you've promised to me....and our deal is off." Jim nodded his agreement. "Good. Now your other foot please." And so the preparations kept going. Lisa completed the two coats of polish on Jims toes, and had inspected to see that he'd removed the requested body hair. Lisa did march Jim back into the bathroom to take care of the hair on his back, but forgave him that as there was no way he could have reached it. In all actuality it was Lisa that slept soundly. Jim couldn't get rid of the woodie. Each time his mind would wonder about his toes being bright pink, the woodie would return. He tried not to think about how smooth his legs felt against the percale sheets. Jim was also worried what kind of day he'd have at work. Smooth legs and pink toenails were one thing, but hiding a woodie all day was something else. He did however; resolve himself to keep his promise. At breakfast the next morning, Jim was given his orders. Lisa was leaving early with her stuff and to get the camera set up. Jim was to come there straight from work. Lisa had calculated all the distances and drive times from Addison's. She figured Jim's Durango to be in the motel parking lot no later than 6:18 pm. Jim reiterated his promise, and also would call on his cell phone about any unexpected delays. "And, Chrys will be there around 9 pm, and we have a lot of work to do on you before hand." Lisa said that shortly before she kissed Jim good bye and gave him a pat on his butt. Chapter Five Jim's Durango pulled into the motel parking lot at exactly 6:15 pm. The parking lot seemed to be remarkably full. Jim spent several minutes finding a parking spot, then had to sprint some distance to the main desk. At the front desk he was given the spare key card by the clerk, with directions up to the room. Jim noticed the "Smoking OK" insignia on the door as he operated the card key. Good thing too. The room was filled with fresh smoke. "I'm here." When Jim entered the room, something came over him. Lisa stood up and switched off the evening news. She was a vision. Jim was speechless. There before him was the most beautiful woman that he could ever have imagined. His eyes fell first to the floor where they met the 6" platform spike heels. Following up her legs were the FF seamed stockings. As if by communicating telepathically, Lisa lifted the "little black dress" so his eyes could glimpse the four garters holding up the stockings. The LBD fit like a glove, tight in all the places it should be. Her bodice was open, revealing the top of her black teddy. Her breasts pushed hard against the satin fabric to the point where her nipples were obvious. Lisa's voice brought him back from heaven for just an instant. "You like?" Jim's eyes followed the sound of Lisa's voice back to her mouth. The red lipstick made her lips smooth and voluptuous. "Yes" Jim's voice was just a whisper. His eyes met Lisa's for the first time. Her eye shadow was just as he'd hoped. Of all the things that went through his mind on the drive to Indy this afternoon, the eyes were the foremost. And they were perfect. Lisa's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Jim darling, you remember the rules. Gawking is one of the no no's OK" "Yes. I understand. No gawking." "Good, now take off your clothes and hang them up. We have a lot to do to make you as pretty as me." Lisa grinned very mischievously. Jim could only follow her instructions. After he'd stripped off his working clothes, Lisa had him sit down on the edge of the king size bed. She had his new outfit all laid out for him, but it was more than he could handle. He kept his gaze locked with Lisa's eyes as she went to work. Handing him a pair of satin pink panties, she requested that he slip them on. Jim slipped them on perhaps a little slower than he would have boxers, and then he sat back down. Before he could adjust to wearing woman's panties, Lisa motioned for him to raise his leg for the nude sandal toe panty hose she was rolling in preparation for his leg. Once both legs were encased in the sheer nylon, Jim stood up and helped Lisa lift them up above his waist. "Don't sit back down yet lover. It's going to be easier to fit your bra if you're standing." Jim again began to swoon. The smoky air in the room. Lisa's hair, her dress, her makeup was intoxicating. It was as though he was falling under her spell. Lisa fitted a beige colored bra over Jim's outstretched arms and fastened it behind his back. Taking a couple of silicon breast forms she applied double sided clear plastic tape to the inside edges. She next took a package of a tacky type of wipe and cleaned the shaved areas around Jim's nipples. After placing the breast forms against his skin, making sure they were on straight, Lisa lifted the underwire bra up and adjusted the shoulder straps. This was almost more than Jim could stand. What Jim had taken for a longer night shirt on the wall rack was actually a nylon dress. Lisa slipped the red nylon dress over Jim's head and arms, then zipped up the back for him. The zipper end just covered the bra clasp in the middle of his back. The sides of the dress under Jim's arms were open slits to a level just below his waist and had laces and plastic grommets. Moving from side to side, Lisa gradually pulled each lace tighter and tighter until the dress felt as tight as the one that Lisa naturally filled out all by herself. After securing the ends of the two laces on each side with several knots, Lisa cut off the lace ends with shears. Humiliation "Custom on site fitting. What do ya think?" Lisa said. Jim looked into the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. The reflection of himself in the mirror shocked him. From the neck up he was still Jim, but from the neck down...he was a woman. Jim turned himself around to look at his backside. "It will look better with these. Lift your leg." Lisa was indicating the pair of 3" spike heel red shoes with ankle straps. Jim lifted his legs and shortly (no pun intended) he was 3" taller. But to Jim, it felt like his head had just scraped the clouds. "Did you get anything to eat on the way down honey?" Lisa motioned to a tray of cheese and crackers on the vanity. Jim shook his head "No" and Lisa picked up a cheese/cracker and inserted into his mouth. Jim began to chew. "We're having some wine tonight. I thought it might loosen us all up somewhat. Maybe make things a little more comfortable for you. I'll feed you some while I do your nails. Slide that ottoman over here and give me a hand." Lisa pointed to the striped ottoman that matched the arm chair in the corner. Jim was able to feed himself some cheese and crackers while Lisa was giving his left hand the manicure, but when she began on his right hand, Lisa was then obligated to periodically stuff a cracker in Jim's mouth. Lisa first applied the oversized plastic nail tips to Jim's fingers with clear glue. After pinching each finger tip for twenty seconds, she would apply glue to the next and repeat the twenty second pinch. Once all the tips were applied, Lisa took an emery board to smooth and take off the rough edges. Getting the same pink nail polish from her purse that she had used on his toes the night before, she proceeded to put two coats on each finger, along with a third coat of clear sealer. It was when Lisa put the emery board and other nail accessories back into the purse, that he first noticed it. Lisa had brought two purses with her and one of which he didn't recognize as being hers. Strange he thought. "Like the nails?" "Yes. They're longer than I would have thought." Jim replied "They'll feel funny for the first couple of hours, and then you'll get used to them." Jim reflected on his new nails for a moment. "It feels strange to see myself disappearing like this. I mean, now my feet and hands are painted and polished. Jim's feet and hands are gone. So are his clothes. Really weird." Lisa could have told him that. But why spoil the surprise that she had in store for him. The research reading that she'd done on the cross-dressing web sites was thus far one hundred percent accurate. She looked forward to the end result. "Make up time. Turn this way towards the light, and tilt your head back." When Jim complied with her request, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "That's the last kissing for you missy, at least until the lip stick dries." Lisa took a wet washcloth and held it against the areas of Jim's beard that showed the most 5 o'clock shadow. Carefully taking some cream and a razor she cleaned those areas free of beard. Drying his face off, she began the application of the foundation. Her first guess as to color was accurate, and she took a sponge to give him a smoother finish. Next was the eye shadow. Again she went to the strange purse that contained the finger nail equipment. Selecting a tri-color package of eye shadows, she began to blend the colors over Jim's eyes. "Still feel like Jim's slipping away?" "Yeah." "Well, I think we're way past Jim's point of no return. Why don't we call you Jennifer?" Jim just swallowed and held his head back as Lisa applied his eye liner. One thicker coat above the eye, then thinner lines above and below his lower lashes. "Let that dry a second. Keep your head back. And try not to blink" Lisa was busy a few moments outside of Jennifer's field of vision, even looking in the mirror. When Lisa returned, she had a glass of wine for both of them, a lit cigarette and a tube of dark pink lipstick. "Open your mouth up love." When Jim complied, Lisa carefully filled in his lips with the lipstick. Lisa's final touch was drawing a darker pink highlight around the perimeter of his upper and lower lip. "Turn towards the bed." As Jim turned Lisa opened a package that she had set next to the bed. Inside was a brunette wig. Once the wig was fitted tightly to Jim's head, Lisa began combing and teasing it into a style. The wig was shoulder length, which Jim found somewhat amusing. While Lisa worked, he saw a strange green suitcase alongside the bed which he hadn't previously noticed. He now figured out that the purse and suitcase must belong to Crystal. "Stand up and walk over to the bath room mirror. I'm thinking you'll like what you see." On slightly wobbly legs, Jim walked slowly over to the full length mirror. He was astonished at how he now looked. He twirled around and around. The red nylon dress was tight in all the right places, and his make-up was done to perfection. "When you walk, take shorter strides and place one shoe in front of the other." Jim felt perfect. He was walking on air, one foot in front of the other. "You'd better pee before Chrys gets here. It'll take you a little longer, plus with the panty hose on, you'll need to sit down." Lisa grinned as she got the picture in her mind. When Jim (Jennifer) returned from the little girls' room, Lisa was adjusting the camera and adding a little lighting here and there. Lisa motioned towards the stripped arm chair. As he was about to sit down there was a knock at the door. "Right on time" As Crystal entered the room, the look of surprise on her face spoke volumes. "Oh my goodness. What have we here?" "Chrys, I'd like to meet my husband Jennifer, Jennifer this is Crystal" "Please call me Chrys....I must say you have a very sexy husband." Jim blushed the brightest red. Chrys was decked out. Green halter dress even shorter than Lisa's. Her platform heels matched the dress. Her cleavage was exposed in a very tasteful manner, and her make up was perfect. "How about a glass of wine Chrys" offered Lisa. "Of course, and has Jennifer had some wine?" as Chrys said that she gave a small wink to Lisa. "Oh yeah. Just one so far. I think probably one more though. And we probably should get to work if you know what I mean." Lisa winked back a Chrys. Jim seated himself back in the arm chair as Lisa brought both he and Chrys a tall glass of red wine. Jim was in heaven just soaking up the ambiance. Chrys opened her purse (matching the shoes of course) and got out her cigarette case. "I assume that smoking is OK?" Winking again at Lisa. "Mandatory actually" Lisa winking back. Without another word, the ladies both lit their cigarettes and took long slow drags. Eyeing one another in a knowing way. They looked over to Jim from time to time to make sure he was soaking this all in. "Want to have a little fun with her?" Lisa nodded in Jennifer's direction. "That's why I'm here isn't it." Crystal winked back at Lisa. "Follow my lead." Lisa gave it her best sexy walk over to where Jim was seated. Jim hadn't taken a sip of his wine in a long time. Lisa pulled the stripped ottoman over and placed Jim's feet up on it. Then sitting to one side, motioned Chrys to take the other side. "Enjoying the show darling?" Lisa looked into Jim's eyes. They were fading fast. Lisa took a huge drag on her VS120 and then exhaled a long plume of smoke directly into Jim's face. "Um uh huh" " I think all the women that smoke are the sexiest, don't you agree Jennifer?" Chrys took a long pull on her VS120 and repeated Lisa's face blowing technique. Jennifer just smiled back, and her eyes shut closed. Sound asleep. "Is that it?" Crystal whispered over to Lisa. "Yeah, afraid so. He just can't take a sleeping pill like we can. Just knocks him flat on his ass." Lisa giggled. "How many did you give him?" "Just one mixed with his first glass of wine. He'll be out for hours now." "He looks just fantastic you know. You really did a great job on him." "I did didn't I. I'm kinda proud of myself." The ladies then clinked wine glasses. "Success". "No, to babies" "I'll drink to that." As both Lisa and Chrys giggled. "Speaking of that, grab that old suitcase and let's see if we can figure out how to work that clear plastic puzzle in there. I'm going to need a hand holding his dress and panty hose up out of the way." "What about the camera?" "Oh yeah, move that over here to get a full on shot of this. Might as well fill up that cartridge with something to entertain Jim when he gets back." Lisa smiled over to Chrys. "And speaking of filling up the cartridge....." Chrys didn't finish the sentence. Lisa looked back at Chrys with an understanding smile. "Oh the best is yet to come dear, the best is yet to come." Chapter Six When Jim woke up in the morning he was in for the shock of his life. Glancing around the room he found nothing. Very strange. Where were Lisa and Crystal? I guess I fell asleep on them. I hope their not angry with me. It wasn't until Jim got up from the chair that he found the hard plastic present that Lisa had left him. The cock cage he was wearing around his penis. When he got up to move he must have twisted wrong or something and he felt a sharp pain in his groin. But walking to the bathroom to pee, he realized it wouldn't be painful, but he also figured he'd have to take it off. Gingerly taking down his panty hose and panty's, he realized the true nature of his predicament. It had a lock on it. While seated on the toilet he glanced in the mirror. There looking back at him, was Jennifer. He also saw the mystery purse with a blue line note attached to it. Dear Jennifer, Good morning my love. I hope you slept well. I'm sorry that you didn't get to see the entire show being produced, but both Chrys and I think it came out just great. You should have hours of entertainment during our pregnancy. If you're angry this morning, perhaps your co-workers at Addison's might like to watch it. I'm sure that you'll hold up your end of the deal and not be pissed when you get home. Speaking of pissing, it's quite possible through the appliance that you're wearing. I'm sorry for that too, but I really really need those strong swimmers this afternoon. Inside your purse you'll find the necessary make up to touch yourself up. Shouldn't be hard, you've watched me often enough. Also you'll find the keys to the Taurus. Sexy woman like yourself shouldn't be driving around in a big macho Durango. Oh, I left you $30. in cash to fill it up for me. It's on empty. Just the way Jim usually leaves it for me. I have your credit cards and cell phone. I guess you won't be using the pay at the pump deal without Jim's credit cards. He doesn't like it when I charge gasoline, but then you already know that. You have Jim's driver's license, the cash and make up and that's all. Drive really careful on the way home, I really need those swimmers. Don't do anything that the cops might stop you for. Like speeding the way Jim does. I imagine being in that tight sexy dress you'll have to stop frequently in the rest areas. Jim doesn't like too stop at all when he's driving and I have to pee. The bill on the room is all taken care of, you just have to walk out the door and get in the car. See you this afternoon and take your time. All my love, Lisa As Jennifer/Jim was turning into his subdivision in Fort Wayne he had a big smile on his face. His make up was back to perfect, and he now laughed at the few words that he had to say all day. "Thirty dollars on pump Six Please" When the Taurus would only handle $26. he actually went back inside to the counter for his change. Ok he got some strange looks, he just wrote that off as being a little over dressed. When Jennifer walked through the garage door, Lisa was waiting for her with a cold Bud Lite. Jennifer paused and took the beer. He smiled at his lovely wife. "I think you're gonna remember the day we conceived our first child." Lisa smiled "Oh yeah" "Are you ready to have me unlock the cage?" "Oh yeah" "You gonna fuck me really good right now?" "Oh yeah" "Are you going to stay in that outfit?" "Oh yeah" "Do you think we'll have more than one child" Jim smiled back. Lost in thought. "Oh yeah" Jim looked lovingly into Lisa's eyes. "Bitch" Lisa grinned back. "Bitch" The End Humiliation [This story has within it oral sex, coitus and a woman forced to be nude in public. No anal sex. It begins with two women kissing. Your comments welcome.] The day I met Marta, I was needy, blind and needy. It was one weekend after a breakup where my girlfriend, Teri, left me. Worse, she left me to be with another woman. We had agreed to meet for lunch on the boardwalk in Venice beach. She arrived with Janice. I knew Janice, she lived in the same apartment complex as my girlfriend, Teri. They were laughing and having lots of fun as they walked towards the restaurant where I was waiting. When they came to my table I expected Teri to sit beside me but they both sat across from me. We ordered lunch and they talked about a party at the pool at their apartment complex the night before. During lunch they talked about women they both knew, people I didn't know. I couldn't say much, so I didn't. As the waiter took our empty plates away I asked Teri what we were going to do for the rest of the day. They looked at each other, smiled and Teri said, "WE aren't doing anything for the rest of the day. Janice and I are going shopping and then out to dinner together. We came to lunch today so I could break up with you. Janice and I are together." Slapping my face would have hurt less. To say I was shocked and surprised would have been the understatement of 2006! I didn't say anything. When they leaned together and kissed it was like a spark jumped into me. I stood up and said, "Well, thanks for lunch." Instead of walking across the outside area of the restaurant, back through the restaurant and then out onto the boardwalk, I just vaulted over the three foot wall and walked off. They could pay for lunch. The week was tough. In my head, I kept seeing the kiss and picturing Teri in bed with Janice. That she would drop me to be with another woman hurt in places I didn't know I had. My brother Jack decided we ought to go to his company picnic the next Saturday. They would be playing a softball game, his department against the sales department and he said they needed a good first baseman. I figured, what the hell, it was free food and softball. Each team had three women. On our team, the three were really good looking women, all wearing shorts and t-shirts. We were on the field first and Marta took second base. Cathy was in right field and Pat was our pitcher. Marta got my attention after the first pitch. The sales manager was first up and he hit the first pitch: a grounder past the pitcher to second. Marta charged the ball, picked it up barehanded and tossed it to me on the run! The woman could play! I cheered her on and for the rest of the game I was her biggest fan. We won the game eleven to six. During the picnic after the game, we sat together and talked as we ate. Winning and her smile hooked me. She was dressed more conservatively that the other two women on our but I could tell she had a great body. Over the next couple of weeks I saw her three times. We went to dinner all three times. We attended a concert, walked on the beach (not the beach in Venice) and went to an exhibit she wanted to see at a museum. When I took her home each time I got a good kiss but nothing more. We slept together for the first time after our forth date. We had gone to a party she had been invited to over in the valley. About forty people in the backyard of a friend of hers for a bar-b-que. The food was good and the party going well until her ex showed up with a date. She didn't say anything for a while but I could tell something had gone wrong for her at the party. She asked me to take her home. It wasn't even nine o'clock so I knew something was up. When we got to my car she kissed me harder and longer than any of our kisses before. She asked if I would be willing to take her home and stay the night. We made the trip in record time. Inside her apartment we didn't even make it to the bedroom. Our clothes came off just inside the door and we dropped to the floor and fucked like there would be no tomorrow. No foreplay. Damn few kisses. Primal, animal fucking with sweat, moans and screaming along with the slapping sounds of our bodies slamming together. She came loudly when she came. Her fingernails dug into my upper arms and actually drew blood. We rested for a couple minutes on her rug and then she got us up and into the shower. After the shower she took me to bed and we did it again. Again we mated without foreplay and few kisses. She sucked me harder for five seconds then rode me for the silver buckle. I loved watching her D-cup breasts bounce as she straddled my waist and rode me hard. For a lot of the time she held her eyes closed and when she came she called me Jack. Jack isn't my name. It is the name of her ex. I didn't say anything. Three days later I could still feel where our pubic bones had slammed together. The next morning I expected some more bedroom play and breakfast. She expected to be taken out for breakfast. I took her out for breakfast. By noon I was on my way home. I was happy. Well fucked, bruised and happy. Marta called me the next day. She wanted to know if I would take her to another concert she wanted to attend. I said I would and I did. That evening cost me four hundred dollars. I listened to music I didn't like much, took her home afterwards and got a hand job. She said she was too tired for sex. She sent me home after the hand job. The middle of the next week she knocked on my door at six in the evening. I let her in and she undressed in my living room. She apologized for sending me home with just a hand job and we fucked all over my apartment. At about eleven Marta showered, got dressed and went home. Not very romantic, but great sex. Over the next six months I took her lots of places she wanted to go. Sometimes I enjoyed where we went and sometimes I was the escort and my liking it didn't matter. Every time I recommended we go dancing, to a movie, or anything remotely romantic Marta didn't want to go. The lack of foreplay, snuggling, and other non-fucking affection started to really bother me. The only time she liked her wonderful tits touched was when I had my cock inside her. Outside the bedroom, she dressed conservatively. No mini-skirts. No deep plunging necklines. Her nipples never poked at the confines of her clothing in any way I could see. Even her swimsuit was conservative. It was a two piece but it covered a lot. By the time we had dated for six months I was getting the feeling that I was a wallet with a dick. When we were together I paid for everything. The sex was wild but there wasn't much else between us. We went where Marta wanted to go and I got laid for taking her. I looked back and figured out that I was paying about four hundred dollars for every night I spent with her. One Saturday morning she called me and asked if I would take her shopping. We were scheduled to go to a play on Sunday and she said she needed to get something to wear to the play. I had paid almost three hundred dollars for the tickets for the play. I was getting the feeling she wanted me to buy her a dress too. "Marta, I'll take you shopping, if you'd like. Where do you want to go?" "I'd like you to take me to the Century City Mall. I know we can find something wonderful there." "Marta, am I buying?" "What?" "I'm willing to drive, be with you, offer my opinion when asked and even buy lunch. I'm not willing to buy whatever it is you are shopping for. I just can't afford it." "I thought you would want me to look nice for our date tomorrow." "I do. I'm sure you have lots of outfits in your closet that would look great on you for tomorrow." "All the things in my closet are old. I need something new for tomorrow." She said the word need with extra emphasis. "I don't think our relationship is at the place where I pay for all your wants and needs. That happens in some marriages. I'm not ready for marriage." "If you aren't taking me shopping, our date for tomorrow is off." "Really? So our date isn't about being together? Our date is about getting me to pay for the privilege of taking you somewhere?" "Aren't you happy when people see me with you?" "Sure. They think we are a couple. Now I'm finding out we aren't a couple. You're just using me for all you can get." "You get something too." Marta's voice had a whiney tone to it. "You mean the sex?" "Aren't I good?" "We've been dating for over six months. Shouldn't the question be, 'aren't we good together?" "I like our sex together." "I'm not taking you shopping today. I'll be at your apartment at noon to pick you up tomorrow for the play." "I won't be going to the play. I have nothing to wear." "I'll be there at noon. If you want to be with me tomorrow, be dressed when I arrive. I'm sure you can afford a new dress from your own wallet if you really want a new dress. Good-bye." I hung up. The next day I washed my car. I put on my gray suit and arrived at Marta's five minutes before noon. As I walked to her apartment I passed by the pool. She was on a chaise lounge by the pool in her blue two piece bathing suit. I got out my cell phone and took a picture of her. Then, without saying anything, I turned around and went to the theatre. I got half price for my tickets and felt good that I got anything. During the week I didn't call. I was starting to look around at other women. On Friday evening I was sitting in my living room and the phone rang. Caller ID said it was Marta. "Hello." "You looked good in your gray suit." "You looked nice in your blue suit." "Do you remember you promised to take me to Long Beach next Saturday?" "Next Saturday?" "Yes. You promised to take me." "You're right. We have... I have tickets for the whale watching boat next Saturday." "You are still taking me, aren't you?" "Sure." A plan was starting to grow in my mind. "Would you like dinner the night before?" "That would be nice. Where?" "Since we will be going on the boat in Long Beach the next morning quite early, let's go to Long Beach on Friday night, eat at that fancy place right on the water and stay in a nice hotel for the night. I'll get us a nice room with a view of the harbor." "Now, you're talking. That sounds good." After our call I called a friend of mine who is a research chemist. He laughed when I told him what I needed. I emailed him the picture I had taken of Marta on the chaise lounge. On Tuesday he called back and said that what I wanted would be ready on the Tuesday before Marta and I would be in Long Beach. I thanked him. I didn't hear from Marta again until the Thursday before we would be going. I had a message from her on my machine when I got home from work. "Please call me." I did. During the conversation I asked if she remembered the notice in the brochure for the boat trip telling us to wear swimwear as we would be getting splashed. She didn't remember but was glad I had reminded her. She said she had been thinking about wearing white shorts and a white top which would have been embarrassing when they got wet. I asked her what color dress she was going to wear when we went out Friday night. She asked why I wanted to know. I told her I wanted to dress to go with what she wore, not clash. She said she would wear a little black dress. When I picked her up late on Friday afternoon she was looking good in her little black dress. It had something in the fabric that made it sparkle as the light hit it. She wore four inch heels, shiny stockings and she had glitter on the exposed parts of her chest. I felt my reaction inside my slacks. I carried her small suitcase and put it next to mine in the trunk of my car. As she got into the car she gave me a good lingering look at her legs. She pulled the hem of her dress up as she sat, exposing both legs all the way up to her pussy. She had never gone without panties before. I looked and she reached out and touched my hard cock through my slacks. "Like what you see?" She asked. "Yes! I like what I see. May I have a taste?" She spread her legs wide and I dipped a finger into her, finding her wet. I sucked on my finger as I went around to get in the driver's seat. By the time I sat down her dress was pulled down to a more conservative level. We listened to music and had very little conversation on our way to Long Beach. At the restaurant she was careful not to let the valet parking guy see that she wasn't wearing panties. We had a table next to the windows overlooking the marina. She ordered lobster. So did I. I also made sure we had a bottle of good wine. We finished the bottle, with me drinking exactly one glass. Half way through the meal she asked, "Have you been thinking about my bare pussy?" "Yes! Why did you do that?" "I need new underthings. Perhaps, after we get back from the whale watching we could go shopping and get me some bras and panties?" "Wow! I guess you do need them. Do you know of a store that carries what you need here in Long Beach?" I was thinking that I was being played like a trout. "No. But I know of a couple up closer to home that carry nice things." "If you aren't wearing panties because you need new ones, does that also mean that you don't have a bra on either?" Marta looked around the restaurant to see if someone was looking at us. She shrugged the thin strap off her shoulder and used one hand to lower the front of her dress enough to show me her nipple. She blushed and pulled the dress back up. "The inside of the dress has been rubbing against my nipples for hours. They are almost sore." "When we get to the hotel I promise to rub lotion on them." Marta smiled. She felt she had made a good case for getting me to buy her new bras and panties. Expensive bras and panties, I would have bet on that. Dinner came to just under a hundred dollars, not counting the tip. I paid. We walked back to my car and drove to the hotel. As we walked in Marta said, "You forgot our bags." "No, I didn't. I want to walk in just you and me. Let people see that we came all dressed up and are going to our room. That can only mean they will be looking at me and saying, "Lucky man! She's beautiful and she's going to bed with him." "I told you you liked it when people saw us together. I was right." "Yes. You were right." Our room was on the twelfth floor. The windows offered a great view of the harbor. I opened the drapes wide and shut off all the lights, except one bedside lamp. I took Marta in my arms and unzipped the dress. She never let a dress fall to the floor so I helped her step out of it and I hung it in the closet. I loved seeing her standing there in just her heels and thigh high stocking. I got the bottle of lotion from the bathroom and applied lotion to her tits. I took lots of time and made sure I lavished attention to both tits and their nipples. It was the first time she had allowed so much breast play. When the lotion was absorbed I sat on the bed and sucked her nipples. "I'm sorry you didn't have a bra to wear tonight. I hope what I've done makes your breasts feel a little better." "Yes. That helps. Getting new bras will help even more." Marta helped me up and she undressed me. I had carefully hung her dress in the closet, as she had done every time we had sex except the first time. She tossed my suit and shirt at a chair. The coat landed on the chair but the pants fell on the floor. My boxers were left on the floor where they fell. Marta pushed me onto my back on the bed. She climbed on the bed as I fell. Actually, she climbed on me as I fell on the bed. How she got my cock into her pussy so quickly was and is a mystery but not one I'll worry about. Riding me as I watched her tits was her favorite way to fuck me. She had all the control. Once or twice, from that position, I wondered if she had a Sybian at home. She rode me like I was just a machine for her enjoyment. She bounced up and down on me and ground her pussy against my pubic bone for a while. Her eyes were closed as she rode me. When Marta came she cried out in language I had never heard before. I didn't know if it was really words or just sounds. She held still, gripping my cock within her cunt, until her orgasm subsided. She slid off me and turned so she could finish me off with her mouth. Marta's tongue and mouth were magical. In just a couple minutes she had me filling her mouth with all the juice my balls could provide. I bellowed and then stiffened my entire body. We showered and went back to the bedroom. The room smelled like sex. I put my suit back on so I could go back and get our bags. She turned her back to me and went to sleep. I went to my car. I opened her suitcase and removed her blue bathing suit. I took it's duplicate from my suitcase and put it in hers. I stashed her suit under the carpet of the trunk. I carried both suitcases up to our room. I undressed and climbed into bed with her. Touching was not allowed. Very early the next morning we got up and dressed for the whale watching tour. She dressed in the suit, not noticing it was not her suit. I wore shorts and a t-shirt. We both wore sandals. We got breakfast at the dock and boarded the whale watching boat. There were twenty or so people aboard. Most were in shorts and bathing suits. On the upper deck there were seats as well as seats inside the boat. I asked Marta to go up and get us two seats on the far side of the boat. I told her I needed to use the bathroom. As she went up the ladder to the top of the boat I noticed my friend, the chemist, following her up the ladder with a camera around his neck. He smiled at me. Once Marta was out of sight I got off the boat. I went around a pallet of boxes and waited out of sight until the boat had left. I walked back to my car and drove home. On the drive my cell phone rang. It was my friend. "Your lady is upset. She searched the boat after we were out of the breakwater. When she discovered you were gone she asked the captain to take her back to the dock. He refused and told her to enjoy the tour. She's sitting right up front sulking." "Have you hit any waves yet?" I asked. "No, but we're going to. The captain loves splashing the tourists at least once each trip. He told me that right after I slipped him a fifty. I'll call you again when she's wet." "Take some good pictures." "I have a camera that can take twenty shots in half a minute." I was all the way home when the phone rang again. "Your lady went forward to the railing near the bow of the boat. The captain picked that moment to turn us into a wave and drenched her. The suit is completely wet and so is her hair. If she had fallen overboard she wouldn't be any wetter." "You're having fun aren't you?" "Yes. If my calculations are correct the chemistry will work in five minutes. I'll call you soon." I got some iced tea, a book I was reading and a towel and went out by the pool. I put the cell phone right next to me on the chaise lounge. Fifteen minutes later it rang. "Yes?" "It worked! I was watching. She was still standing by the railing looking at two whales out a couple hundred yards from us. Everyone was looking at the whales. The suit got paler and paler and then turned into colored water and dripped onto the deck. The spray from the waves was hitting everyone so she didn't notice what was happening. I took lots of pictures of her from behind. I got against the railing and got some good shots of her tits too. She still hadn't noticed she was nude." "And then?" "The boat turned and she moved away from the railing to walk to the stern. I got three quick shots before a kid said, "Momma look!" and pointed at her. She looked down saw she was nude and screamed! Everyone looked at her and started laughing. She stood there yelling your name and calling you a bastard. She waved her arms and for a minute I thought she was going to jump overboard. I got lots of pictures. Finally a woman brought her a towel and covered her up." Humiliation "Where is she now?" "Curled up inside the cabin wrapped in the towel. Last I saw, she was crying." "Thanks. When you get home, send me the pics Ok?" "Yeah. Where are you?" "Home." "How is she going to get home?" "I have no idea. I have her suitcase, her purse and her clothes." "Ok with you if I volunteer to take her home?" "Go for it! If she fucks you, count it as a bonus from me." We hung up. I called my brother and told him I would have some great pictures for him the next day. He and I went to a sports bar and watched a replay of the super bowl. It was nearly eleven when I got home. Sitting on the step in front of my apartment was a woman who was still wrapped in a towel. Her hair was dry and looked like she had been thrown overboard. She had been crying. As I approached she looked up at me. I wondered what foul language I was about to hear. "I'm sorry," she said. Her voice was soft and almost girl like. I stopped. She's sorry? For what, I wondered. "I deserved what you did. I've been using you all along to get whatever I could from you. Now, I've been publicly humiliated. Everyone on the boat saw me naked. If a man hadn't volunteered to bring me home I would probably been arrested and I'd be in jail in Long Beach." "Why aren't you home?" "You have my purse, my keys, my clothes. If he had taken me home I couldn't get in. I had him bring me here." "Oh." Her things were still in the trunk of my car. I turned and started to walk away. "Don't leave me, please." "I'm going to my car to get your things." She got up and followed me. I opened the trunk, opened her suitcase and pulled her suit out from under the carpet. As I put the suit in the suitcase she said, "I will never wear it again." I handed her the suitcase and her purse. She held the towel against her body and held the suitcase with her other hand. "Would you like a lift home?" "Yes. Can I get dressed first?" "No. Fold the towel and sit on it. I want to see you naked all the way to your house." She looked down. She put the suitcase down and folded the towel. She was nude, standing next to my car in the garage of my apartment building. I opened the trunk and put her purse and suitcase inside. I opened her door, she put the towel down and got in. I got in and drove her home. We didn't talk. Her normal posture of superiority was replaced with the posture of a defeated woman. She didn't look out the window once. Her hands were folded in her lap. I pulled into the parking spot behind her car and shut off the engine of my car. "If you ask nicely, I'll carry your suitcase to your front door. That way you can wrap yourself in the towel. If you don't ask nicely, I'm going to put your suitcase and purse on the table right there and I'm leaving. The towel goes with me." Tears slid down her cheeks. She looked at me, but not in the face. It took almost a minute before she spoke. "I want you to come inside with me. I have no right to ask you to be nice to me. I screwed up! I am so ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated. I know now I was wrong to do what I did. Can you possibly ever forgive me?" "Why should I?" "I have learned my lesson! I can be the girlfriend you want me to be. You'll see!" "Get out of my car... please." She got out. She didn't even reach for the towel. I got out and got her suitcase and purse from the trunk. I opened her purse and handed her the keys to her apartment. I picked up the suitcase. "You want to use the towel?" "Yes. May I?" "Yes." She wrapped herself in it and led the way to her apartment. She unlocked the front door and we went inside. I put the suitcase on the floor and her purse on the dining room table. "Take off the towel, Marta, and the sandals. Come with me." I led the way into her bedroom. I opened the top drawer of her chest of drawers. It was full of bras and panties. "Get a trash bag, Marta. Get it now!" She ran to her kitchen. When she came back I had her open the bag and I picked up a pair of panties from the drawer. "You told me you didn't have any panties to wear. What are these? Rags?" "Yes, Honey. Rags." "Good. I can use them to polish my car." Every pair of panties went into the bag. Some still had tags on them from Nordstrom's. I lifted a bra and asked, "This isn't a bra is it? You don't have any bras." "It's a rag." All the bras went into the bag. "Marta, go get me another bag." I took the one filled with bras and panties from her. While she was gone I put one white bra back in the drawer. She came back after I had closed that drawer and opened the next. I tied the full bag closed. "Put the bag of rags by the front door, please." She did as I asked. The next drawer was filled with pantyhose and stockings. All the pantyhose went into the bag. Drawer by drawer I went through her things. When I was done there were three white kitchen bags sitting by the front door. Marta had not complained or argued with me once. She had quietly cried. We went back into her living room and I sat on her couch. She stood near me but didn't sit. "Marta, we are going to talk. You will answer my questions with all the honesty you can. If you lie to me I am leaving and I won't come back. Is that what you want?" "I want to be honest with you and I want you to stay." "Sit down." She sat right where she had been standing, on the floor. "Why did you start going out with me?" "Your brother is thought of as a nice guy at work and he's easily manipulated by some of the women there. I thought you would be as easy." "Why did you fuck me that first time?" "I saw my ex at the party and saw him squeeze her ass. I wanted that to be me. I couldn't have him but I knew I could have you." "You often keep your eyes closed when you ride me. Are you making believe it is his cock and not mine?" "I was. Yours is better. I still close my eyes but I'm not thinking of him anymore." "Who told you that men exist to be manipulated? Who told you that relationships are all about getting?" "My mother and older sisters. That's how they live." "Are they happy?" "Not really. Every day they are plotting how to get more." "Would you like to be happy?" "Yes. I think so." "Why don't you like having your breasts played with?" "It feels too good. A boyfriend once sucked me and I had an orgasm. I don't like letting anyone have that much power over me." "That's the same reason you don't allow foreplay isn't it? You lose control." "Yes." "Sitting here, right now, who has the power?" "You do." "No Marta. You do. I only have power in your life that you give me. At the car, you could have taken your purse and suitcase and walked off. You could have yelled at me to get out when I started going through your things in the bedroom. Even if I lay you on the floor and fuck you right now, you have the power to give yourself to me or withhold yourself from me. You have power." "I am afraid." "Fear can be a good thing. In this case it might help you change your thinking. Maybe, out of this humiliation you can learn to actually have a relationship with me or someone." "You. I want it to be with you." "Tell me why?" "When I was sitting inside the whale watching boat I had almost two hours to think. No one else has ever cared enough to teach me a lesson. Kenny just left. He quit calling and quit buying me things. Bart stopped calling and stopped taking me places. They didn't do anything except stop. They didn't even yell at me. You did." "I haven't yelled." "No. You didn't yell. You cared." "Ok. Our relationship is going to be different from now on. When we go places we both get to pick where. If you want to go somewhere expensive, you pay half. When we have sex we do what I want and I will promise you will have orgasms too. For at least a while no more cowgirl sex. Any problem, so far?" "No problems." "Can you cook?" She nodded. "Then do so. I like home cooked meals. We can go out but not every date and picking the most expensive item on the menu is rude." "Yes. No problem." "I want you to do something for me. You might like it, you might not. I want you to shave your pubes. All the hair. If you don't want to shave it then get waxed. Tomorrow is Sunday. I will see you for dinner on Wednesday evening. You are cooking that night, here. When I arrive I want you to kiss me with enough passion that my socks melt, then I want you to show me your bald puss. Understand?" "Yes. I'll do it for you." I used her phone and called a pizza place. They said they would deliver in thirty minutes or less. In twenty five minutes I got a twenty from my wallet and handed it to Marta. Her eyes went wide and she said, "Naked?" "Yes. Naked. Think about how you have treated me for months. Blush if you want to, but answer the door naked." I sat where I could see the front door and Marta. The bell rang and she jumped. Holding the twenty tightly in one hand she opened the door and saw that the pizza delivery was a twenty-something woman. She got the pizza and gave her the twenty. I called out, "Keep the change." The young woman called back, "Thank you. Good night." As we ate I asked, "When you opened the door did you notice your nipples were erect?" "Yes." "Were you wet, too?" "Yes!" "The bras and panties that are over there in the bags are things you got other men to buy you, aren't they?" "Yes." "Every time you put one on you think about the man who bought it. That's why they are trash. Tomorrow you are going shopping. You can buy any bras you want. You will pay for them with your money. Buy panties for when you are on your period. The rest of the time you will not wear panties. That will remind you of the way you tried to manipulate me." "Ok. I deserve that." "Look at the clock. It reads 7:44pm. I'm going to ask you one more question tonight. I don't want you to say anything until eight o'clock. Then you can answer the question. I'll ask the question then I'm taking the trash out. I'll be back before eight. Leave the door open. If I come back and the door is closed, I will take that as a no answer and I will go home. Once again, you have the power." "What's the question?" "Do you love me?" I picked up the three trash bags and walked out. I put them in the trunk of my car, not the trash. Near the apartment where I lived was a battered women's shelter. I would drop the bags there. At two minutes to eight I walked up to her door. Not only was it open but the screen door was propped open as well. The coffee table had been moved and a blanket spread in the middle of the living room floor. Marta was in the middle of the blanket, on her back. Her ass had a pillow under it and her legs were spread wide. Her pussy was freshly shaved and written just above it, across her belly, were the three letters "YES." I closed the screen and the door. Humiliation I should have known that silly frat competition would lead to trouble, and now it was too late. I'd joined up on a dare from my roommate. "C'mon," she told me, "it'll be fun!" Right. The competition turned out to be a battle of wits between two all-girl frat houses. Our frat lost. Now here I am, pulling straws to see who will be the one to pay up to the winners. And, of course, I pulled the short straw... "Sorry Mary." Easy for her to say. She wasn't the one having to pay up. I looked across at the winners. Five of them, standing there looking at me with smirks all over their faces. Who knows what they had planned? I had a sinking feeling that I was about to find out. The leader of the group spoke: "Okay loser, step up to the center." The two groups were gathered in a clearing in the middle of a grove of oak trees. It was a warm day, however it had rained the night before and the ground was still wet and muddy in places. I hesitated, and then reluctantly stepped forward. The five girls in the winners group eyed me up and down, as if inspecting a piece of merchandise they had recently purchased. The leader spoke again with a smile: "Strip her." I looked helplessly to my girl friends. I could tell by the sheepish looks on their faces that I would get no help from them. The winning team stepped forward. Ruthlessly, my clothes were torn from my body and tossed in the mud. I stood before the group totally naked. The open air made my nipples hard and erect, and goose bumps began to form all over my naked body. "Very nice," spoke the leader. "Now turn around so we can all get a good look at you." I turned around slowly. The leader spoke again, clearly enjoying her role in this little game of domination. "Good. Now I want you to know that we are going to do whatever we want to you, and you must endure it with pleasure. Is that clear?" I nodded my head silently. "Excellent. I want your loser team members to see you in total humiliation." She turned to her gang and spoke: "Girls, this loser is going to submit entirely to our every command. Any suggestions?" One of the winning team members spoke up. She was a tall, slender black girl, with big tits and long legs. "I want her to kiss my ass!" "Good idea!" spoke the leader. "Okay girls; bare your asses for our loser." As I stood watching, the five girls on the winning team, each of who were wearing the school uniform of skirts and blouses, removed their panties. Giggling with glee, each girl lined up in a row and bent over. Their bare asses pointed right at me. The leader spoke again. "Now, you other losers can come over here and help with this. I want each of you to pair up and grab an ass." I watched helplessly as my fellow team members walked over and sided up with the winners. With their asses protruding prominently in the air, they grabbed hold of their respective cheeks. With a devilish grin the leader ordered me to step up to the first girls' ass. "Now spread those cheeks so that our loser can get a good shot..." The leader grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the ground, my face coming level with the ass before me. Then the leader took me by my hair and shoved my face right into the waiting crack in front of me. "Lick that ass, you fucking loser!" I began to lick her crack, my tongue moving in and out of her hole. "Spread her cheeks wide. I want this loser to taste every bit of her!" With the whole group watching I was forced to lick and suck this wide open asshole. I could hear the laughter as the losers took in the sight. "Get your tongue in there deeper! Suck that asshole you loser!" With saliva dripping from my mouth I worked deeper into the gaping hole. Finally the leader took my hair and pulled me back. "Next!" Now I was turned to face the second girl's waiting ass, which was all too eagerly offered. Again one of my loser team members was made to open the girl's ass cheeks so that I could fully access her hole. Once again my face was pushed hard into the soft flesh. "Suck that filthy ass you slut!" My mouth licked and sucked as the winner girl groaned with pleasure. One by one I was made to suck each winner's ass until finally I had done them all. The leader of the winning team spoke again. "Drag this dirty slut over to that mud hole." I was literally dragged over to a nearby puddle of ooze, a remnant of last night's rain. The girls dropped me in the middle of the muck, and then laughed. There I sat, like a pig wallowing in the mire as the girls looked on. I could feel the ooze working its way into the cracks of my body. I wanted to cry with humiliation, but I knew I must remain strong. One of the girls on the winning team spoke up: "Make her masturbate in the mud!" Cheers of approval rose up from the other girls. And was that my fellow team members cheering as well? "You heard her," the leader piped up, "let's see you work your pussy until you cum in the muck!" I hesitated only slightly, and then decided to go ahead and make it worth their while. Slowly I worked my hands down my mud covered body. I stopped at my tits, working and massaging them. Thick, brown muck dripped off them and dribbled down my naked body. Eyes closed, I gave them a show complete with moans of pleasure. "Work that pussy you whore!" My hands moved down my body until they reached my pussy, which by this time was throbbing with anticipation. You would think that a naked girl sitting in a puddle of ooze surrounded by leering faces would feel embarrassed. You would be right. I felt complete, abject humiliation. "Just give them what they want", I told myself, "you can get even later!" "I want a better look", someone said, "spread your legs as you work your pussy." I opened my legs wide. My gaping pussy was floating in the muck as my fingers worked. I thrust my fingers inside and felt my juices begin to flow. Harder and harder I thrust until I could feel a massive orgasm begin to take hold. Someone got the idea to pelt me with a bit of the muck I was sitting in. Someone else joined in and before I knew it everyone in the group was smacking me with globs of the sticky goop. Laughing at my humiliation, they continued to slather my body until I was completely covered in muck. The group surrounding me began to chant in unison: "Cum! cum! cum!" I thrust my whole hand into my gaping pussy and there in the oozing muck, in front of all those girls, I came with a vengeance. My body pulsated repeatedly as my pussy cum flowed into the mire. The leader spoke again: "Lay her down in the mud, girls, it's time to ride her slutty face!" The girls took hold of me and laid me out in the muck. With a girl on each arm and one on each leg they stretched me out spread eagle. "Can I go first?" asked the tall, black girl. "No", replied the leader, "I want her to tongue-fuck her fellow teammates first, then you can go." Lying stretched out, naked in a puddle of ooze, I watched as my fellow teammates were made to strip off all their clothes. Then, one by one, they each came forward and planted their knees in the mud, straddling my face. "Sorry!" Came the lame excuse as my roommate sat herself directly onto my face. Her wet pussy pushed into my face, covering me with her juices. "Work that pussy of yours into her face. I want to make sure she gets a good taste of you! Good, now make sure you give her some of that asshole as well!" Slowly at first, then faster as she gained momentum, my roommate worked her pussy and ass into my face. I licked and sucked as hard as I could. Pulling on her clit with my lips and probing her gaping pussy with my tongue I worked her until she exploded all over me. "Next!" One by one the girls came forward and rode my face as if I were some sort of pleasure pony. My mouth was made to fuck each and every girl there until they came. Finally it was the black girls turn. "I love to get fucked by white sluts like you", she said as she straddled my face, "and I'm going to make sure you know it!" She pushed her pussy hard into my face. I sucked and licked as I had with the others until I felt something warm running into my mouth. She was peeing on me! "Lick up my pee you little whore!" She squealed with delight as the others laughed. Her pee flowed into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but it was coming so fast that it ran out my mouth and down the sides of my face. "I want to pee on her!" someone shouted. Before I knew it the whole gang was squatting over my naked, mud covered body, squirting their pee all over me. Laughing, they rubbed the pee and mud into every part of my spread eagle body. After each girl had taken their turn with me, they all dressed themselves and again stood in a circle around me. Then they laughed. They laughed and laughed as I laid there in a puddle of pee and mud, exhausted from the ordeal. "Now you are free to go back to your room," the leader spoke. "But you must do so without your clothes!" And so my final humiliation was to walk back to my room across the academic quad, naked and covered with mud. How many people saw me I don't know. Yet the pictures that began to turn up around campus told me that at least a few people took notice. I guess some humiliations just never end! The End Humiliation This is an incident of my engineering college .I used to stay in a paying guest .my landlord and his family lived downstairs. Sometimes my girlfriend used to come to my room upstairs after much of the locality resorted to their homes. Now let me tell you about my girlfriend. being a 25 year old her height is 5 3', long hair till her buttocks, a sweet round face with big eyes and small pink lips her skin is wheatish which looked very sexy on her .her boobs are awesome big round exactly puckered upwards with probably 38 d size and light brown nipples .her boobs really could make any boy cum hard and make any girl jealous. Her belly is slim but not skinny with a neat belly hole .Her ass has the right amount of air and her thighs too are firm .....Her skin is silk slippery and she always looked like sunny leone .her cunt was awesome it resembles a neat cut with no sign of hair no dark patches very neat and pinkish on the inside. But she only wore salwar as she was afraid of getting discovered. Whenever she came I always fucked her ,but due to her sexiness I couldn't resist and would always wet my condom even before I could ignite her , I would always see her frustrated ,and would console her by sweet talks or gifts and she would temporarily forget, she even bought me capsules for longer lasting in our sessions but 10 mins was max .... This was the only complain in our love. Now ravi was our landlord's son and he studied in 8th class and was 18 yrs old occasionally he used to come to my room with his doubts in his subjects and I would tutor him .he was a short fair boy with a skinny built and he could barely reach my chest he was somewhere 4'10 . his height was his father's wrath while his fairness was his mom's gift .the only problem was ,that the bastard was way mature and dirty than vagabonds....he always insisted me to show him porn . and would take my dongle to surf porn in his pc .he even had loads of erotic stories in his computer ..all his girlfriends with whom he introduced me were hot babes but at least 5 yrs older . many a times he used to bring those girls to my room late at night and used to fuck them .while I became his watch dog .whenever he brought a girl he would destroy her completely he was such a fucker that the girls begged for slower sex but god knew what did he have in his pants that made the girls beg for mercy . his fucking sessions went for hours and moans and mild screams could be heard for hours together . on asking he would say Arey bhaiya girta hi nahin aur poora jata hin nahin to lage rehta hun . ap apni batao ap to 15 mins mein niptate ho ...... I would get ashamed and try every time to change the topic . One fine day ravi was in my room and was taking down notes when he turned towards me saying bhaiya pammi didi se aap kabhi meri dosti kyun nahin karate who to primary school ki computer teacher hai na who mujhe computer padha diya karegi isi bahane apko unhe hamesha chupa ke lana nahin hoga .. sahi bol rahai be ravi pare gharwale tere room pe raheinge to main uske sath kuch nahin kar paunga arey bhaiya mere room ko do room hai . aur mere doosre room pe parinda bhi nahin ata tum bas aa jana niche aur peche ke darwaje se aa jana . main pehle wale room pe computer pe rahunga aun andar tum didi ke saath . to kal se bata du pammi ko aur tu apne baap se baat kar le ....... The next day pammi came to my landlords house before coming she had told me she was arriving . I came down to receive her at the gate . She had worn a maroon sleeveless salwar with maroon fishnet chunni with a skinfit churidar and bodyhugging salwar .she had black heels on her feet and had no makeup on herface . her hair was done in pigtail style . her boobs were bulging out like anything and the deep cut with her deep cleavage was hardly hidden by the translucent fishnet chunni. Her boobs were peeping midway , and it felt they were stuffed in with great difficulty. I reached her Arey yeh kaisa getup mein ayi ho poori ponstar lag rahi ho . aisa hota hai kya teacher. Arey sare kapde gande thein main apni choti behen ke kapde mein ayi hu ..tum to mujhe jeans top nahin pehenne dete Who sab chod . tujhe pata hai na kya bakna hai Ha ha pata hai jyada lecture mat de . aur chal ghar pe .. We knocked the door Uncle opened it and greeted us in we sat down. And I sould see pammi was feeling awkward in the dress . They spoke with her while ravi went to fetch tea from his mother in kitchen. Pammi was beside me on the sofa and she had her back on the sofa rest , she was seated close to the kitchen door and to the opposite was me talking to uncle . Meanwhile ravi came and gave us goodies and tea and went to stand near to the kitchen door close to where pammi was seated. After some moment uncle switched on the tv to see the match while I was speaking to mom over the phone and pammi was busy texting her friends unknown ravi was beside her . That bastard was eying pammi's cleavage ,her chunni was pushed back on her neck and her breasts and her upper brest area was naked for ravi to feast upon . he was eying her booty greedily while pammi was unknown about her exploitation . I noticed ravi and called him .ravi startled said kya hua bhaiya . kuch nahin ravi bas hum attein hai mera college hai . arey bhaiya college apka hai didi ka aj off hai na who mujhe aj se padha sakti hai main class mein kuch nahin samajh pata . pammi replied arey ha ravi chalo aj se hi main tuhe padhana shuru kar deti . to which I said arey itni kya jaldi hai kal padha dena uncle answered arey beta aj se padha degi to kya nuksaan hoga jao beti ravi ko aj se hi padha do . before me saying anything ravi grabbed pammi's hand and made her stand up saying ayiye apko main apne room pe le jata hu and went in and closed the door . like a pet cow pammi followed that harami to his room Haplessly I went to my room thinking what he would do to her .... After 10 mins I went backdoor and knocked at his door called him silently but no-one responded I tried several times with hush-calls but all was in vain. I felt like a fool, who was cheated heavily, whose morsel was snatched from inside the mouth ....but here I stood helpless to my shit fate. It was past 3 hours and they both did not come out as I headed towards my landlord's house , I saw her coming out of the house . I texted her to wait at the park nearby. When I met her I asked her Arey itne der se kya kar rahi thi Padha rahi thi aur kya .itna kya ajeeb behave kar rahe ho Arey tujhe nahin pata who ravi ek number ka chichora hai who sala apne behen ko bhi gande nazar se dekhta hai . Shut up tera shak karna kab khatam hoga. Aur age se apna ganda dimag mere samne mat lana This teacher student session became more frequent and now she was taking his classes from evening till 9pm and each time I could see light red marks on her boobs her hair was always a bit untidy and her eyes were always drooling and she looked very exhausted and low on energy. Ismelt something fishy. She even talked rarely but was always busy over her phone this continued for months and never did ravi let me in his room when she came for the classes, making one excuse or the another. Once I took pammi to a nearby hotel and booked a room to fuck her. She came reluctantly We undressed, I was much exited but she looked as if she was least interested I climbed her folded her legs rubbed by tiny penis against her cunt and said aj dekh tujhe rulata hun Huh tu ......chal hawa ane de itne din se to katori mein chammach ghuma raha hai sala kuch kar apne penis ka I felt very insulted and planned to fuck her hardcore I tried but the results were devastating she pushed me aside after I came in the condom in barely 10 minutes. She stood up on the floor and started wearing her bra and panties in disgust saying Tu checkup karwa apne upar aur neeche ka I felt very insulted and told her Tu itna rude kyun ho rahi hai . maine kya kiya Problem yehi hai tu aur tera chota dost kuch kar bhi nahin sakta saying this she slammed the hotel door on me . I stayed back and came to a conclusion that matters were slipping out of my hand and so I decided to check what was going on in ravi's room when she came for the tuitions The evening next day I went to ravi's room and hid in his closet . After a few minutes I aw pammi entering with ravi in the room and ravi latched the door He made pammi sit on the chair and switched on the computer and ravi sat on his bed opened his book and started studying . Pammi was typing on the computer and teaching ravi , ravi like an obedient student was studying and listening carefully This went on for half an hour . I was getting restless and was feeling guilty for having misunderstood both ravi and pammi But what happened next tore my worlds apart Ravi looked up at pammi . She was in the same getup the maroon dress and churidar Ravi removed his tshirt revealing his skinny body. Arey ravi please aj nahin Kyun par Arey aj who hai Kya Arey whisper ...periods .... Samjha kar... Arey kaun sa mein aisi hi karta hu condom hai na .she was refusing but her face showed she was more than ready Without wasting time he stood on the bed pulled pammi on the bed went back and unzipped her salwar from behind Arey didi apne hath to upar karo kholna hai Arey ravi agar hum galti se pakda gaye to mare jayenge Aj ghar pe tumhare boyfriend aur mere gharwale dono nahin hai . bhaiya college fest mein gaye hai aur deer raat ko talli ho kar ayenge bataya usne mujhe, aur parents gaye hai didi ke pg mein kal se pehle nahin ayenge . to aj to pure film banana ka time hai janeman Arey main ruk nahin sakti mere pg mein complain ho jayega Arey bolna bhai beemar hai main unhe phone kar dunga . Theek hai par itni deer tek hum karein kya Dekho har din pichle do mahino se apko mein fuck kar raha hu har roj par aap chillane lagti ho dard se aur mujhe rokna padta hai .aj main khule ajadi se apko pelunga raat bhar meri 2in1 didi bhi biwi bhi...he he.. Arey shaitaan Pata hai ravi periods mein agar kuch gadbad...... Tension mat lo ipill bhi hai ....no excuse plz... Saying this he pulled open her salwar over her head Her bright red bra stood out in contrast over her milk pots. She was busy untying her pajamas and then undid them on the floor. She had a red scanty panty on and she stood there gathering her hair into a bun getting ready for the ordeal. Ravi was behind her and without her noticing placed his mobile camera amidst his books and turned back towards her saying aj bahut sexy lag rahi ho , aj apko barbaad karunga aur chakke chuda dunga di... Acche mere little sher aisa karoge tum ......kitne cute ho .....shaitaan Yeh sher little height se hai yahan se hahin saying this he undid his drawers leaving the undies on The bed view from the closet was the closest in the room I was feeling so helpless and stupid that I just waited and just watched my doom Pammi climbed the bed and lay straight. Ravi pulled her close reached behind her back and undid her hooks and threw her bra far ayay across the room then reached for her panties with both hands and disposed them too Pammi said Ravi tum bahut acche phasa lete ho Us pehle din tumne jaanbujhke apne wallpaper mein sunny leone ka nude photo load kiya than na.Aur kitni asani se mere zaurat ko apna fayda mein badal diya . but kuch bhi ho you can really fuck awesome aur tera penis to godgift hai main yahan tere sath hoti nahi agar tune jabardasti sse tera penis mere muh mein dala hota .arey us act ne to meri bolti band kar di .aur mera boyfriend sala gainda nikamma ek dhang ka penis nahin hai uske paas Arey pam di tere jaise cheej ko chod ke jo maja ata na who kya batau par main aj tumhe puri tarah kha paunga yaar... fir dekhna saying this he removed his undies Oh my god the penis was like a microphone but more thicker still atleast 10 inches long and 2 ½ inches in diameter with a firm fireman hat like dickhead and pinkish red like a hot iron rod his balls were like huge as hen eggs his frail body was a perfect mismatch for his privates . Pammi slid in the condom which could barely fit his dick Ravi clmbed down hoisted pammi's legs in the air where her hole parted its way . he then rested her legs on his shoulders and turned the position into missionary position . Aiming his dick he began entering Pam's hands opposing his entering saying Ruk ja ravi it's hurting please go slow Arey ruko to yeh to head bhi nahin gaya Pata hai par tera penis bahut zalim hai ravi . please thoda dhere se daalna Arey pam di ..... bahut pyar se karunga chalo give me a smooch saying this he fell on her body with her legs apart and his dick ready for a pounding He had her head in his hands and was smooching her dirty And meanwhile pushed his dick deeper Her body swayed to the left to escape the drill but ravi had her in control and finally landed his tool in her pussy deep with only halfway achievement his tool was tearing through her red hole and she was howling in pain . Aaaaaaaaaaaa..ggggggggghhhhhhh maaaaaaa . ravi plzzzzzzz ahhhhhhhhhhh Ravi at once withdrew and pammi shut her hole with her hands and sat u on the bed telling ravi Ravi tumhara penis oversize hai aur har baar ki tarah mera jaan le raha hai please dhere se dalo na, mujhe mare jaisa lag raha hai Arey di (while kissing her boobs and stroking his wet dick ) tumhe thoda pain to hoga hi main kya karu har baar tumhare muh pe haath rakh ke chodna padta , apr aj um chillao aur bardasht karo aur mujhe tum surrender kar do .... Accha theek hai tum pehle chus lo fir hum agey badhte hai saying this he grasped her hair removed the condom and shoved his cock through her lips she still resisted frowning and with her eyes closed tried swallowing his cock her hands was clenching his skinny thighs . He started bobbing her head slowly . I could see his tiny ass and skinny body barely hiding her but his muscular dick with blue veins crawling slowly like a snake into her pink lips into her mouth, her under chin was bulging gradually with the entering dick and her legs were now struggling with her hands slightly pushing his thighs away while he tried to force drill his dick which was now only 1/3 in her mouth was reluctantly giving way to the alien . Suddenly ravi moved sideways with her head stuck to the dick and while applying pressure dragged her to bed and wall corner to lock her position seeing this pammi tried to break free but she surrendered the fight when ravi applied more pressure . she was now at the mercy of this bastard from where she was only throwing her sexy legs on the bed and was thumping ,slapping the walls for defense but ravi paid no heed . her breathing rate increased which showed inflating and deflating of her breasts .... By then now ravi had controlled pammi and was deep fucking pammi's mouth with her head held back which was reveling the huge bulge down her wet throat . some times she was heard gurgling and slurping as ravi was pumping with each stroke pam touched her throat in pain . this pumping and thumping went on for 15 minutes till ravi was tired and withdrew his dick Like a free bird pam scampered to the center of the bed Wow that was awesome pehle to pain hua fir kya lag raha tha . please aj fuck mat karo rehne do lets do this ...... She tried to play with ravi so that not to get fucked hard but ravi had other plans . Chalo fir se karte Now ravi was facing me and pammi's back was towards me her naked ass was on the bed while her head was servicing the tool ravi rod away like a cowboy . sometimes pammi had to stop him for being rough but she was ignored . this game went for another ½ hour . By then both were totally wet in sweat saliva and precum.. Pam was so aroused that she was in a corner naked stroking her cunt and was teasing ravi to fuck her . with full aggression he kicked pam on her boobs after which she fell flat on the bed . once again he hoisted her legs but now in vigour . her round juicy ass and her gleaming pussy was being seen only .adjusting his penis ravi placed his dickhead on her cunt and fell on pammi and started smooching her meanwhile his dick started drilling ......pam was moaning and screaming but her noise was reduced due to the smooch From what I was seeing ravi with his skinny legs had them on pam's inner thighs which were bent halfway due to the missionary position . pam was helpless in this position from where saving her cunt was impossible ...with some futile struggle pammi gave way , and when she was cooled off by the devil he started drilling deeper ignoring her shouts and pain . it took full 5 minutes for the little man to drill it into her . pam welcomed the whole dick . slowly withdrawing ravi said now we start the fuck di saying this he stared pumping slowly Oh no please you don't have the condom also ...... Chodo na di lets have fun His balls were slapping against her asshole. Now ravi let go off her mouth and was seriously banging her ... Auuugh auuugh auuugh oi ma maaaa..... Her sweaty body was helping ravi to maneuver all over and touching her and felling her thoroughly His dick was drilling her cunt like a dirty piston and her cunt was taking all the punishment in submission her mouth was open in awe and pain while ravi was licking her face with his toungue . she was reacting wild in bed as she was getting the fuck of her life Standing in the closet I was feeling so humiliated that my girlfriend was getting fucked that too by a guy younger to her age with a huge penis . his penis was the source of all inferiority complex but I could not do anything except for seeing my girl getting a full scale banging where she was enjoying it . ravi with his light weight body was fucking her like hell . she was getting a sound banging . where she was the whore .all I could see was a skinny boy drilling my girlfriend ....... Sounds like chup chup chup ..... were coming fast as the boy was digging her cunt . her screams were getting louder but ravi rested his face on her boobs and started sucking them with force this in turn made her more mad. His cock was becoming more slippery due to pam's precum her cunt was stretched badly due to the penis and when he removed his cock her small hole was gaping wide her pussy lips were swollen due to the forcefuck ..... ravi now repositioned himself and took hold of her legs by her knee and pushed them hard on the bed.pammi started saying No ravi please aisa mat karo bahut lagega thoda aaram se fuck karo yaar . now pammi had her cunt hoised above with the cock going more deeper he did so fuck her more deep ....suddenly I could see bloodoozing in a trickle from her cunt ........ I was feeling so angry at ravi but was so helpless so as not to save my own girlfriend . Her cries changed into moans now she was shouting harder harder ...to my surprise .....ravi obeyed and was now inserting his whole length into her and with each penetration she cried out loud Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aur jor se...... After five minutes her cries stopped and she pushed ravi aside and a fountain of water spurted out of her cunt ( she just had an orgasm) Ravi lay beside seeing her going into a trance till he pulled her hair and started smooching her hardly...now he was kneading her breasts which were turning red with every pinch .....He was so easily toying with her and she was letting him destroy her ... Again he pulled her up on the bed ...her hair fully disheveled and her whole body had turned red due to the fiery fuck. Pam was so intoxicated that he pushed ravi on the bed and fell on his thighs and started fondling his huge penis. she could barely hold it around as it was insanely swollen she peeled the skin back and brought her lips close to his dick and gave it a kiss on its head and started playing with it and massaging it she brought forward her tongue and was tickling his penis hole with it while it was ravi now who was writhing in joy ..... Humiliation You would like Jordan if you met him. He was a happy, good-natured young man. He was kind and always willing to lend a helping hand. It might not have been a very efficient helping hand, but it was available. He seemed to see the best in everyone and this made him like everyone. This attitude, plus the fact that he wasn't the brightest spark, tended to make him a target for bullies when he was younger. This tendency started to fade markedly after I beat the crap out of a couple of idiots who thought Jordan an easy target. Dumb though he was, Jordan was a friend of mine, and I look out for my friends. My current problem with Jordan couldn't be fixed by giving some guy a clout across the back of the head with a warning of what would happen if he didn't pull his head in. They say that the female of the species is more deadly than the male, and a little clique of senior cheerleaders seemed to be trying to prove this. They were picking on Jordan, bullying him and subjecting him to quite a bit of unwonted humiliation, and the poor guy had no idea how to handle it. I have to admit, I wasn't sure what to do either. I'd had a friendly chat with a couple of the girls, explaining that Jordan was my friend and that their actions were displeasing me, but they just brushed me off. I wasn't on the team or really a very noticeable guy. I've always preferred to hug the shadows, as it were, going about my business with no-one noticing me. Accordingly, to the cheerleaders I was a non-entity and totally ignorable. Mel was the leader of this little clique. I wasn't sure what Mel was short for. Melanie, Melissa, Melody, something like that I supposed. She was just Mel to everyone. She was around nineteen, by my best guess, a bitch as a child and a gold-plated bitch now that she was officially an adult. Blonde, stacked, lovely features, marvellous skin, intelligent and with a sting that a hornet would envy. It seemed to me that if I was going to stop this little clique from targeting Jordan with their nasty little pranks, Mel was the one I would have to convince. So I started making plans. Like I said, people just tend not to notice me unless I deliberately make my presence felt, and I try not to do that too often. This made it fairly simple for me to keep an eye on Mel and establish a few of her habits. What I wanted was to meet her quietly somewhere so I could have a heart to heart with her, sort of let her see the situation from my perspective. I was fairly certain that I could reason with her. I finally hit on a way of having that chat. I parked near her place and waited in my van, door open. As she passed I called out. "Hey, Mel," I said, and she turned towards the van to see who it was. That's when I hit her with the Taser. I was out of the van and holding her before she even started to collapse and then I just helped her into the van. If anyone had been watching all they would have seen was Mel turning to meet me, falling into my arms and hopping in the van with me. Quite romantic. I drove off. I figured I had a good five minutes before she surfaced from the Taser and that was ample time for me. Two minutes to get her home and into the garage, with the garage door closed. Another two minutes and she was in the house, bent over the bed with her hands fastened to the bedhead. I tucked the back of her dress up under her belt and lowered her panties a little. Not much, just enough to expose her bottom. Then I turned on my camera, sat back and waited for her to come out of it. It was only a minute or two later and Mel was shaking her head, trying to clear it. She must have tried to move her hands and found she couldn't, because her head came up with a jerk and a gasp. Then she started squealing and jerking at her hands. Not wanting her to go into a full-blown panic I slapped her casually on the bottom and told her to stop fussing. She squealed and turned to look at me. "You," she squealed. "What do you think you're playing at?" Then she blinked and went pale. "Y-you're going to rape me, aren't you," she accused. "You have a crude mind," I reprimanded her. "I am most definitely not going to rape you. There's no way of knowing what diseases I might catch off you." Here I am reassuring her and she acts as though I'm insulting her. Fancy calling me a rotten bastard for not wanting to rape her? The way she protested her healthiness you'd think she wanted me to rape her. Come to think of it, maybe she did? Did that sort of thing turn her on? "Are you saying that you want me to rape you?" I asked. The answer was definitely in the negative. "Then why are you whining when I said I won't? However, to get on with what I wanted to discuss with you, this is about Jordan," I explained. "I tried to talk this over with you and your friends but you weren't interested in talking about it. I thought a little one on one conversation would help." Then I landed a good hard spank on her bottom and she shrieked. "What? Wait! You can't! Don't" she squealed. The 'don't' was because another had spank had landed. "I explained to you how I disapproved of the way that you and your friends were picking on Jordan and how I wanted it to stop," I said and gave her a couple of more spanks. "You all just laughed at me and told me to piss off," I pointed out and gave her a couple more while she wriggled, protested and squealed. "Now" spank "it seems to me" spank "that you" spank "are the ringleader" spank "of your little group" spank. "I thought" spank "that if I persuade you" spank "then you'll speak" spank "to the others" spank "and tell them" spank "to lay off Jordan" spank. Mel was squealing and wriggling quite hard, but with her hands bound and my hand holding her down she wasn't going anywhere. "Am I getting through to you?" I asked her. "Yes," she squealed. "Just stop." "I'll stop when I think you're really repentant and willing to call your nasty little campaign to a halt. You and your friends are a pack of nasty little bullies and it's time you learnt that actions have consequences. I'm now about to give you a spanking, just to drive the point home." "You've just been spanking me," Mel protested, and I laughed. "Don't be silly," I said. "That was just an attention getter. What's coming is the real spanking." Mel was squealing in protest even before the first proper spank landed. Her squeals rose sharply as she found that I was serious about giving her a proper spanking. She and her friends had blatantly bullied and humiliated Jordan, and she deserved some solid retribution. When Mel was crying real tears, not just tears of anger, I finally let up. "Now you will do your best to persuade your friends to stop tormenting Jordan, won't you?" I suggested, and Mel nodded frantically. "I'm not going to have to invite you back for another discussion, am I?" and Mel shook her head, just as frantically. "Mind you, if I do have to have another chat with you then I'd probably invite along one of your friends as well, so that they can enjoy the experience. Do you think that's going to be necessary?" Apparently not, from Mel's attitude. "Then I'm glad we had this little chat," I told her. "It's always nice to get these things sorted out peacefully." "Are you going to rape me now?" Mel asked in a very little voice. I have to admit I was tempted. I'd noticed while spanking her that Mel's legs had parted, exposing her mound and that her pussy had flowered. A sort of self defence mechanism, offering herself to protect herself. I think I mentioned that she was quite lovely, and the temptation was there. "Tch, tch," I murmured. "There goes that smutty mind of yours again. I've already said I had no intention of ravishing you, even if you are quite lovely." While I was talking I was also reaching over and undoing her wrists, leaving her free to get up. Mel rolled over onto her back, yelped and hastily stood, her hands cupping her bottom protectively. She just stood there, staring down at me lounging on the bed. She hadn't, I noticed, pulled up her panties or shaken her dress down, and she was presenting a very nice spectacle. I wondered if she realised, noticed the look on her face and I knew she damn well did know. Mel was breathing hard and I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were hard. "You don't seriously believe that I have any diseases do you? Are you gay? Not that there's anything wrong with being gay," she asked, sounding incredulous that I was offering to not rape her. I sucked one of my fingers, reached out and ran it along her slit and then put my finger back in my mouth. "I believe you're healthy enough and no, I'm not gay," I said, "but I brought you here by force so I have to look after you. Of course, if you were to strip your clothes off I might reconsider the ravishing, but don't expect me to help you." Mel was flushed. She was also, strange as it may seem, horny. I'd heard that spanking does that to some girls but I'd never actually tried it out before. "Do you seriously expect me to undress while you watch so that you can then ravish me?" she asked. "Seems reasonable to me," I said. She didn't want to but right now I was the dominant personality. Mel was going to do what I wanted and we both knew it. She started unbuttoning her blouse, glaring at me while she did so. The glare was dropped along with the blouse. Mel was now watching me hungrily as she unfastened her dress and let it drop. Her panties finally went all the way down and Mel never took her eyes off me as she reached behind her to unclip her bra. I looked at her nudity and nodded appreciatively. "Very nice," I told her. "Very nice indeed." I finally got off the bed and stood in front her. I brushed one of Mel's nipples with the palm of my hand and she shivered. "Undress me," I whispered, and Mel didn't even think of protesting. She just hungrily reached for my clothes, almost ripping the buttons off my shirt in her eagerness. She slowed when she started taking my trousers down, making sure she hooked onto my jocks at the same time. I was, I can assure you, fully erect, and Mel was watching closely as she peeled my trousers away, eager to see her coming present. Naked, I took Mel's hand and drew her over to the bed and eased her onto it. I settled onto the bed, nestled between her thighs. She was watching me, waiting and expectant. There was no need for any foreplay and we both knew it. I eased her lips apart and slowly pushed past them. Then the torment started. I didn't drive home, despite what Mel expected and wanted. I eased into her, moving slowly, just creeping along, ignoring her pleas for me to do it, damn you, do it. My hands on her hips kept her motionless beneath me, even while she was straining up to meet me. Mel was tossing her head from side to side, pleading, and I still took my time. From the way Mel was acting I suspect that she'd had some sexual adventures that were quicker in total than my initial slow entry. Finally I was sheathed nicely in her passage and Mel just gave a groan of relief. That was my cue to start enjoying her. I pulled back and drove in, hard and fast this time, and Mel squealed and bucked under me, pushing herself hard up against my plunging cock, almost bouncing off the bed in her eagerness. I have a lot of self-control, but I'm quite willing to hold in abeyance when I have a pretty young thing attached to my cock, trying to devour it. I punished her all over again, my body imparting a fearsome beating on her pussy, while Mel shrieked and bucked and demanded more. More is what she got. I drove into her, pushing her hard towards a climax. The catch came when I felt she was nearing completion. I slowed down, moving to a gentler loving. It was odd. Here I would be doing a nice slow rocking motion and there would be Mel, shrieking rude names at me until I started speeding up again. It soon became obvious that these tactics wouldn't work for much longer. When I slowed down the next time, Mel was so near her climax that I thought she'd come without my help. That would never do, so I started hitting home harder than ever. I'd guessed right, and Mel screamed and shuddered, absolutely quivering under me. Mind you, I was doing a bit of shuddering myself and I finally felt free to let my own climax loose. I drove Mel home shortly after that. I did have one final word on the subject of Jordan. "Just remember, Mel," I reminded her, "that Jordan is off limits. If any of your friends give you a hard time about it, invite them around to my place. I'll be happy to discuss it with them." Mel nodded, but from the smirk she suddenly had on her face I was starting to wonder. I had a funny feeling she was sorting through the members of her little clique, working out who she might bring over to be persuaded. Humiliation and Sex My wife dominates me. There, I said it. There is no point anymore beating around the bush about it, so I just said it. It started about four years ago. At first, it was just a playful exchange where we'd take turns. Sometimes Karen would play the part of being submissive, and other times I would. Then, as we experimented more, we discovered that I enjoyed being submissive more than she did. She, on the other hand seemed to find a new sense of power by dominating me. It was about that time that I lost an equal partnership in our marriage. Let me tell you how that happened. One night when we were playing, she had me naked, tied up, blindfolded and lying on the deck in our backyard. She told me that we were going to play a game. She would sit on me and I was to lick her out. Nothing unusual about that, I thought. But it turned out that I was wrong. Shortly after she put her shaved pussy on my face, she became wet. Very wet. She began squirming in a way that told me that she was enjoying herself. And since I like eating her, that was no problem from my standpoint. Even blindfolded, I could visualize her. She stands (when she is standing, and not squatting on my face) just over 5' 6" tall. She has beautiful blond hair, and penetrating blue eyes. Her breasts used to be 34 C's, but she had them worked on before we married and they are now perfectly proportioned 36 D's. She has the legs and body or someone who works out regularly in the gym, which she does. It was as I was imagining her that I felt someone else grab my cock and lower herself down on it. My cock initially contracted a little in fear, but the pussy was hot and wet and my cock soon enough got into the feelings of the moment and began enjoying the ride it was giving my unknown visitor. "Now, this is a great game," I thought. I couldn't tell Karen that though, since my tongue was still otherwise occupied. But I was wrong yet again. The game was not that she had invited someone else to join her in playing with me, but something more. After a few minutes of nearly incomparable pleasure, Karen got up from my face and the other girl stopped riding my cock, though she stayed in place. Karen leaned over close to my ear and asked, "Aren't you going to ask me what the game is?" "I think you just showed me," I said with a smile, "and it's wonderful." "Silly, boy," she whispered back, "the sex is not the game. You have some guessing to do." "Guessing?" I asked sounding puzzled. "Guessing," she confirmed. "You've been enjoying a wonderful pussy clamped down on that delicious cock of your, but do you have any idea who it belongs to?" Well, she had me there. Not that I hadn't been wondering, and indeed fantasizing, about it. Several names and faces had been flashing through my mind, but none specifically. Indeed, we didn't have any friends that I would expect would have agreed to participate in such an activity as the one in which I now found myself. "No, I don't," I finally managed to reply. "And there's the game," she said. "You've got to guess correctly, or there will be consequences." "How many guesses do I get," I asked. She giggled, and said, "Just one. Any more would make the game way too easy for you." I gulped. "Do I get any hints?" I asked. "Just a couple," she said. With that, I felt her move away from me and the other girl get off my cock. Soon, a nipple, definitely not one of Karen's-it was just as big, but not quite as firm-replaced my wife's pussy. I began sucking. A hand, Karen's I think, but I couldn't be sure, began caressing my cock. "This is heaven," I thought. My wife then stuck a lubricated finger up my ass. She ran it around inside for a moment or two, and then replaced it with a vibrator. We have quite a few of them, and it seemed to be one of the larger ones, but I couldn't really tell. She turned it on, and it began a quiet, pleasant hum inside of me. After a few minutes, Karen said, "And here's your final hint." With that, the nipple left my mouth and soon the visitor's pussy found a new home on my face, just as Karen's had been there before. It also seemed to be shaved, mostly if not completely. The taste was entirely different from Karen's, though equally delicious. Soon enough, just like with Karen's before it, this pussy began squirming and producing more fluid. I heard little whelps of pleasure from above me, and eventually, the mystery woman's legs clamped around my head. She squeezed me tight as her orgasm ripped through her body. Karen kept stroking me, but not with enough vigor to allow me to come close to my own orgasm. The legs eventually relaxed and soon enough-all too soon, really-the pussy left my face. Karen stopped stroking me and leaned close to me again. "It's time to guess," she said. "But before you do, maybe you ought to hear about the prize..." "Prize," I thought. I hadn't even thought about there being a prize, separate, of course, from the pleasure of what we were doing here. "...and the consequences of an incorrect guess." "Consequences?" I certainly hadn't thought about there being consequences. I gulped again. "What is the prize," I asked, "and what are the consequences?" Karen laughed. "I thought that might get your attention. "First let me give you a little background. I know you think our dominant play has just been between the two of us, but it hasn't. I've talked to several girlfriends about it, and a couple of guys. I wanted to get their perspective and ideas. And, frankly, I wanted to tell people that I know you would never want to know. I wanted to humiliate you. In other words, several people, all but one of whom you've met, now know that you are my little slave boy. One of my girlfriends even watched us play once, but you never knew it." I thought back to a few weeks before when, while we were playing the doorbell rang. To my surprise, Karen got up and went to the door to see who it was. She was back in only a couple of minutes and said that it was just the paperboy. That had to have been when her friend watched us. I was blindfolded and tied up, of course, so I wouldn't have known if the woman hadn't said something or touch me. By this time, I had no doubt that my face was red. As far as I knew, our sexual play was private. It has never dawned on me that Karen might have told anyone else, let alone several other people, and certainly I would never have guessed that she would have allowed someone else to watch me. "In fact," she continued, "I've made pictures of some of our sessions. They've been quite popular with my friends." At this news, I squirmed against the ropes holding me. "Anyway," Karen went on with a matter-of-fact tone, "I have decided that it is time to share my domination of you with a few friends. That is the prize I promised you. In fact, I've tentatively planned a little get-together for next weekend, at which, if you don't guess correctly, you will be a featured party favor. "That is your prize: If you can guess who has just come so nicely on your face, I will spare you from the humiliation of being shared. And, as a further bonus, I'll let you come today, either in my pussy, or in the one that just came on your face. You have ten minutes to make your guess." She paused for a moment, and the continued, "Oh, and I said something about consequences..." "Yes?" I asked hesitantly. "We're going to climb back on top of you while you think about your guess. When you tell us your guess about who my friend is, we are then both going to come. I'll be on your face again and my friend here will be back on your cock. If your guess is wrong, we are then going to let you know that by peeing on you. You will drink anything that comes out of me. Do you understand?" I nodded. I had never drunk her pee before, and really didn't want to. But it was clear that we were well beyond the point where my preferences being taken into account. Besides, I knew I had better concentrate on my guess rather than protesting. I turned to analyzing the situation. We had never played with anyone else before sexually, so I couldn't tell by the sensation on my cock who it was. In fact, my experience before marriage taught me that, with a few exceptions, one pussy pretty much feels like most other. Sure, some are covered with a lush bush, others are shaved, some women weigh more than others, and some are a little tighter than others, but none of those things were helping me here. The mystery woman was obviously not overweight, and her breast had felt full in my mouth, in fact large. But not all that firm. That ruled out several people right there. The sensations on both my face and cock were heavenly. Both women were wet and everything was sliding freely. The girl on my cock reached down and turned the vibrator in my ass up even higher. Ah, such pleasure, and such humiliation. Here was a girl I didn't even know-or at least I didn't know who she was-and she was fucking me and ramming a vibrator in and out of my ass. I thought of my wife's college roommate. She lived only a few miles away and she was just the sort who might go in for something like this, I thought. Rachel was a tall brunette, with a willowy body and pleasant breasts. At least they were pleasant to look at when she was fully clothed, but I did remember that Karen once told me that Rachel used padded bras to make herself look bigger, so it probably wasn't her. This woman had real breasts. I considered and rejected several others. Karen became to move even more aggressively on my face. She was obviously feeling hotter and began making her pleasure known. "Two more minutes before you have to give me your answer," she said, grinding her pussy harder onto my face. Could it be Miranda, the divorced redhead who lives across the street? She was a hot number for sure, but conservative. Probably too conservative to be sliding up and down on my cock at that moment. But the thought excited me anyway. She certainly looked like the kind of woman who would make my cock feel this way. "One more minute," Karen said, without breaking her motion. It was the pitch of her voice that told me she was getting close. Or how about Susan, another gorgeous brunette who was married to my friend, Robert? She had made passes at me more than once, even going so far at one party to slide her hand down my pants in front of my wife. Karen and I had talked about it and she knew hot sexy I thought Susan is. I had thought of her more than once when I was about to cum inside Karen. Or even Cindy, another of my wife's friends. She is a petite blond with big knockers, just like the one I had in my mouth a few minutes before. Now, she's one that I would really like to have put me through my paces. The sensations on my body were wonderful. Whoever was riding my cock knew exactly what she was dong. She kept me on the edge, but never let me get close enough to even begin to cum. And, except for when she whimpered when she came on my face, she had made no sound that would help me to identify her. "Time's up," Karen announced, huskily. "Who's helping me?" she demanded. I had fantasies, but no real clue. From what she had said earlier, Karen had told several people about my submissive tendencies, and it was likely that one or more of the ones I had been thinking of were among them. If her goal was to humiliate me, she had certainly succeeded. But enough of that, I had to give her a name. "Cindy," I ventured. There was no response except for a renewed pace on both my cock and my face. I had forgotten that they were gong to cum as soon as I gave them a name. And only afterward would I know whether I was right or not. My mystery fucker came first (greedy vixen that she was, it was her second time of the evening). Her legs squeezed my hips just as they had my head earlier. She pounded herself down on my cock and let out her little whimper again. She then collapsed against Karen's back. After a moment, I felt her hands reach under Karen's ass and she grabbed my nipples and twisted them as Karen continued to use my tongue. Obviously, Karen has shared with this mystery woman how sensitive my nipples are. As I squirmed under that pain, Karen began to cum. She gushed her juices onto my face as she had done so many times before. Not a whimperer like the mystery woman, she screamed in her pleasure out into the night. She moved fast over my tongue and nose seeking her maximum pleasure. Finally, after a good two or three minutes, she slowed to a stop, allowing herself to rest on my open mouth. This was my moment of truth. Would I be allowed to cum tonight-I hoped into my mystery woman's cunt-or would I be a party favor the following weekend? Both women were collapsed on me, apparently exhausted. I waited. Finally, there was a trickle on my cock and between my legs. The mystery woman was peeing on me, and then Karen started just a few seconds later. Remembering my instructions, I kept my mouth open and took all she produced, swallowing as much as I could. The mystery woman's pee streamed over my body and down onto the deck. (Thank goodness we weren't on a bed, I thought.) My wife's pee was warm, but not all that unpleasant. I found that I was able to take it all. Soon enough, it was over and first Karen and then the mystery woman rose from me. The woman placed her pussy over my face and commanded me to lick her clean. This was the first time she had spoken. Her voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. It definitely was either Cindy or Susan. My wife then said, "I'm going to leave you tied out here for a while, at least until the pee dries on you. While you're waiting, I want you to start thinking about what you are going to be doing next weekend. We'll be playing another game then. I won't tell you the details now, but you are gong to be very humiliated. I cleared my mouth enough to ask, "Who is with us here?" Karen just laughed, and then I heard them both head for the house. My cock was left sticking up hard and lonely in the night air.