2 comments/ 318606 views/ 27 favorites Kris Becomes a Toy Ch. 1 By: MiamiCuban The first morning at South Beach is magnificent. Jim and Kris soak sunrays splash around in the emerald green water and admire the dozens of almost naked bodies stretched out in the white powder sand. While they are in the water chest high, Jim's hand caresses her bikini bottoms, his fingers briefly brushing against the slit between her legs. "You are driving me crazy," Kris says, "let's go back to the hotel room. I need some." "Not mine," he answers, "we were told to wait. Cesar wants you for himself." "Listen," she mumbles, "I don't know about this…I mean, it sounds exciting…but…" "Your mom and dad would not approve," Jim says, "and society would not approve but it excites you." "As a fantasy," Chris answers, "I don't know if I can go through with this…" "You will. That's the whole purpose of this vacation." Kris nods. Jim is a great husband and their marriage is excellent but his most erotic dream is to see Kris taken by another man. After months of persuasion the vacation has been arranged but she does not even know what Cesar looks like and the thought of sex with a stranger is wildly erotic yet frightening. Jim and Kris had shared the fantasy but until this sun-baked morning, that's all it had been, a fantasy to excite each other in their intimacy. Often, as they sat in restaurants or drove down the street Jim would look at a man and ask her if she would fuck him and she would be aroused but nothing ever happened. Jim had previous threesome experiences with a girlfriend and had become extremely aroused when he saw other men mounting her, an erotic experience he now wanted to try with his wife. It's my upbringing, Kris thinks, this concept that lust is dirty that no cock but my husband's should be enjoyed without guilt. Yet what is wrong with doing something we both could enjoy? "I guess," she says, "It's okay, but when will he contact us?" "He has a key to our hotel room," Jim answers, "he might be back there right now waiting for us." "Oh, my God…I…" "Let's go, Kris," Jim says, "I want to see you get fucked." The walk back through the sand and across Ocean Avenue is long, as Kris almost trembles with nervous excitement. She has fear of the moment, of the upcoming dirty deed, of having another man touch her, grope her, penetrate her, drip his seed on her face, her hair…It will be degrading and filthy, to be taken, fucked by a man while her husband watches. It is exciting. There is a small bag hanging from their hotel room door containing a piece of cloth and a note that Jim reads, his hand trembling slightly. "What does it say?". "Blindfold the toy and come in." Kris allows the blindfold to be placed over her face. She can feel the door opening and she enters the hotel room on unsteady feet, wondering what will happen with the stranger. "Stop, Kris. Don't move." His voice is deep with a trace of an accent. What does he look like? Is he dressed or ready to penetrate her? "Get naked Jim. Get comfortable." Kris does not move. She wants to talk but does not know what to say. Does she really want to back out? Or does she want to be taken, treated like a toy? She feels his breathing suddenly near. She knows it is not Jim. His scent and cologne are new to Kris. "You," he whispers, "are not tied by ropes but you will not move unless I tell you to move, understand?" "Yes, but I really…" "Don't talk," he says softly. "Do as told. Do not move." Then comes a moment of silence. Kris is confused, troubled while excited by the promise of lust, of raw sex and an explosive orgasm while her husband watches her get fucked by a stranger. "I don't know if…" "Yes you do," the voice interrupts her, "You agreed and came to Miami Beach. You want it and Jim wants it. He's sitting near you naked and his cock is hard already. You want it and you will be quiet and do as you are told." Kris does not answer, biting her lip, not quite sure what will follow. She wonders what Cesar looks like, wonders how excited her husband is as he looks at her, blindfolded and dressed only in a two piece bathing suit. She stands still in front of a man who is about to take her, penetrate her, use her as a fuck toy for sheer enjoyment. Fingertips touch her nipples, caressing them through the flimsy fabric of the bathing suit. She gasps in surprise but does not move, as his fingertips trace the outline of her face, her neck, her breasts, stomach, down to the wet slit only covered by a patch of cloth. "Jim is enjoying this," the voice says, "and so are you. Your nipples are hard and your crotch is wet. I can smell your wet cunt, Kris. You are a bitch in heat." "Please," she mumbles, "This is difficult." His answer is to remove the bathing suit, unclasping the top and pulling on the bottom until she is blindfolded and naked and his hands roam over her, pinching, squeezing, fondling, the fingertips teasing the drenched mound between her legs. "Nice and hairy," he says, "good for playing." "I don't …I don't …" "Be quiet and kneel," the man said as he presses down on her shoulders and Kris feels the carpet against the flesh of her knees. She is scared, trembling with fear and anticipation, but Cesar takes his time, letting seconds pass in silence, building up the expectation of the moment. Then Kris feels a round, warm piece of flesh rub against the side of her face. She feels the head caressing her earlobe, then move across her chin and down her neck, leaving an invisible trace of moisture. "You like the way my cock feels against your face don't you?" "I'm scared." "You are? Do you want to go home and forget about this?" "I…I don't know." "This is your chance, Kris. You say no and it's over. You keep quiet or say yes and you cross the threshold. In about a minute you are going to be heading back home or sucking cock. What will it be?" She is confused, wet between her legs, bewildered by the moment. "Open your mouth Kris," the voice says, "so I can fuck your mouth." She sighs and obeys, allowing the piece of warm flesh to slide on her tongue, the cock head already wet at the tip. The man grabs her head and guides it as she dutifully sucks on the strange meat. "Hey, Jim," Cesar says, "You are right. She sucks dick really well." Jim is thrilled, playing with his meat as he watches his wife on her knees, sucking the man's dong in lusty acceptance. Cesar pushes against her mouth, his thick cock disappearing into her open lips. Kris' reluctance vanishes, her tongue licking at the head of the unseen dick, moving up and down the shaft. "Oh," Cesar says, "It feels moist in there. Look Jim, how Kris sucks my cock like a Popsicle. I'm fucking her mouth. That's the first of three holes to be taken in this vacation. Enjoying yourself, Jim?" "Yes. Fuck her mouth. Treat her like a toy. Ram your dick in her face." "The toy sucks well," Cesar answers, pushing against her face, "She seems to be enjoying it now. Are you Kris? Are you enjoying sucking cock?" He withdraws from her mouth and the blindfolded woman is momentarily confused. "Is asked you a question. Do you enjoy sucking cock?" Kris does not answer. She is feverish with desire but there's still something holding her back, some taboo barrier in the back of her mind that is not fully denied. He rubs his cock on her forehead, face, neck, avoiding her mouth. She whimpers as his hands play with her nipples. Kris is burning with desire but remains kneeling, unmoving, desiring suddenly to be taken, fucked and fucked and fucked by the stranger. She moans with desire, a yelping, almost animal sound. "Tell me what you want," he says as his cock whips across her blindfolded face, slapping the cheekbones, "Come my little fuck toy, tell daddy what you want?" "I…" she stars to talk, pausing for a moment as she trembles with desire, "I…I want to please Jim…I want to please you." "Tell me what you want?" "Your cock." "Good girl. See, Jim, your wife Kris wants my dick. Where do you want me to put it, Kris?" "In …my mouth." "You going to suck it hard?" "Yes…any way you want. In my cunt…anyway." Without warning the blindfold is removed and Kris blink as her eyes are unaccustomed to the light in the room. From her kneeling position the first thing she sees is Cesar's cock dangling inches from her face. When she looks up she sees a bearded bear of a man, his chest covered with dark hair. Jim, naked and lean, looking clean cut with his military haircut is sitting four feet from her, holding his hard, wet meat. "Now suck it like you mean it," Cesar says, "and I will mark your face with my cum." The cock reenters her mouth and she sucks it all in, licking, chewing, moaning, feeling the warmth of him inside her mouth, the taste of his sweat as he jams his belly into her face and she whimpers in depraved joy, thrilled at the taste of the piece of flesh in her mouth, at the hungry look in her husband's eyes, at the image she sees in the mirror of herself, naked, sucking cock. Cesar pulls back and she feels a rope of wet cream mark her face. She is thrilled by the moment and feels an orgasm rushing through her as the cock spits a load on the other side of her face. A second orgasm follows when Cesar wipes his dick on the mane of her hair. Kris feels herself being lifted then placed face up on the bed. Her legs are wide open and Cesar's fingers twirl and move on the slit between her legs. She is soaked and moans an animal sound, then yelps when she feels his tongue flicking at her clit. "Tell me what you are," he says as he probes her, his beard rubbing against her crotch. "I am a toy. A fuck toy." "What do you want?" he asks as his teeth nibble at her mound, her wet cunt hairs streaking her juices across his face "I…Oh, I want to be fucked and…Oh, yes, you are driving me crazy…Oh, you know how to use that tongue." "Don't forget your husband," Cesar says, "talk to him…" "Oh, Jim, look….I'm stained with his juice…and look at the way he eats me…oh, baby…did you like it when I sucked his cock?" "Yes." "And the way he came on my face and cleaned his dick on my hair…" "I'm ready to come," Jim says, marveling at his endurance under such erotic circumstances. "Hang in there, Jim," Cesar says, "I'm about to fuck her." Suddenly, he is above her, his weight coming down on her, his thick cock sliding into the wet folds of her cunt. He pumps his hips, pushing his dick deep into her as she responds, grunting with animal pleasure, opening herself more, feeling the meat lodged inside her. "Here we go," Cesar says, "enjoy your fantasy, Jim. Look at the way Kris takes a dong up her cunt. She's a wet one, Jim. Her cunt is soaked." "Oh, Jim, he's fucking me. I am taking…a stranger's cock up my cunt….Oh, I am so wet. His cock feels so good, Jim…oh yeah…oh, oh…I like…you to see me get …fucked… enjoy me Jim…I am getting fucked just like you want…" She feels overwhelmed with another orgasm, a deep one that seems to jolt her body in a flash as she turns her head and looks at the mirror. She sees herself, sees her body being taken, fucked, his cock sliding back and forth on her hole, the flesh tube glistening with her moisture, her cunt hairs matted and wet, almost shiny. Kris moans as a quick orgasm rushes through her and he increases the pace in and out and she pushes her mound against his crotch in wanton desire. They are moving and moaning, cock inside cunt, his hardness inside her, filling her. Sex has never been so erotic, wild or wantonly wicked. Kris is thrilled as the man fucks her, his thick meat moving in an out of her slit. She contracts her cunt muscles, squeezing his thickness and he groans in delight, his tongue flicking out, licking her face. "What a hot wife she is," Cesar says, "Kris is choking my dick with her cunt." Kris turns her head and looks straight into Jim's eyes as she is being fucked. Their eyes lock and she feels his lust, his own passion exploding as his hands are covered with thick cream liquid. Kris is moaning loudly and the bearded man increases his hip motions, his wet cock sliding back and forth on her bush hole. A yelp escapes her throat as she sees her husband jerk in the chair, his body twitching with fulfilled desire and then Kris screams as her insides fill with the warm liquid of the intruding cock… After Cesar leaves, Jim mounts his wife and they fuck with wild passion, calling each other names, reliving the events, relishing the intensity of the day. Jim enters her swollen and wet cunt, drenched with another man's juice, but he enjoys the slick warmth of her, enjoys the sloshing copulation as he lays on her and unloads his second discharge, looking at her eyes full of lustful acceptance. They come together in a simultaneous merging of erotic stimulation and an intense hunger neither has felt before. As they lay in bed on this late afternoon, Kris wonders about the last words Cesar said before leaving. "I will return later on this evening," he said, "and I have a surprise for both of you. You will love this vacation." I love it already, she thinks. Jim's fantasy has become mine. I am a toy and I want to play. To Be Continued... Kris Becomes A Toy Ch. 2 This afternoon Kris became a toy. She fulfilled her husband's fantasy of being fucked by another man while Jim watched, stroking his cock. She had sucked and fucked a man she barely knew and her shyness had vanished as desire and lust overtook her, turning her into a cock sucking, willing slut. I can't believe it, Kris thought, it's almost unreal. I get wet now just remembering the way he touched me, fingered me and rubbed his cock on my face. I'll never forget the way Jim looked at me when Cesar's meat went into my mouth…and Cesar says he has a surprise for tonight. What can it be? This is so wild. What would the PTA mothers and fathers back home think if they knew how I have been fucked by another man in front of my husband? The fathers would probably want to fuck me and come to think of it, I wouldn't mind fucking a couple of them…how can I think that? I really have changed today... "That was Cesar on the phone," Jim's voice interrupts her thoughts, "He's waiting downstairs." They walk to the elevator and Kris feels self-conscious. The black miniskirt reaches to her mid-thigh and the front shows too much cleavage. Her only undergarment is a thong panty. She looks at Jim and sees the bulge in his Dockers. "You came three times this afternoon and you are still hard," she teases and he nods with a wild glint in his eyes. "Anything goes tonight." "Yes," she answers with resignation mixed with nervous desire, "anything goes tonight." The three of them go to a nightclub that features a band playing Caribbean sounds, mixing salsa and reggae. Steel and conga drums jam in the blue hue of the club and both men take turns dancing with Kris. In between dances they drink Margaritas and touch each other in the semi darkness. "This afternoon you lost your fear," Cesar says, "tonight will be even better. You look hot." She is excited, enjoying the power of dressing provocatively. It makes her feel good to see the sexual hunger in the eyes of the waiters and bartenders. Cesar caresses her ass, plays with her breasts, presses against her as they dance. She feels the bulge of his cock against her leg and she remembers the taste and texture of his cock. She is aware that she is blushing, but no one would be aware in the darkness of the club. In one slow dance his tongue plays with her ear and she moans softly in delight. "You like?" he asks. "I do," she answers, "you said you had a surprise." "Maybe several. Is Jim enjoying this?" "He's enjoying every minute of today," she answers, "I've never seen him so aroused. He fucked me hard after you left this afternoon." "And you? Are you aroused?" he asks. "I'm ready for anything." "Then it's time to go." "Where?" He does not answer, pulling her softly by the hand, motioning for Jim to follow. Leaving the club they walk across the avenue to the beach. The moon is full and the beach at night is almost empty, the rumbling of the surf creating a soothing mood. Kris is feeling the effects of two stiff Margaritas. She is becoming increasingly aroused, but keeps her emotions silent. "I have a friend who has a forty foot boat in that marina," Cesar says, "do you both feel up for a spin around Miami Beach?" "Sure," Jim answers while Kris only nods in acceptance. The boat is wide, equipped with two big Johnson engines. The owner of the boat is a short hair brunette in her thirties, wearing a latex body suit that shows a finely carved figure. "Lynn charters to tourists," Cesar says, "deep sea fishermen, divers and pleasure groups like us." The view is splendid as they cruise south to north, turning until Miami Beach is behind them and they are out in the open sea, Lynn steering with ease. "This is beautiful," Kris says, "really cool." "We are going to head for a small key near here," Cesar said, "it's a great place for a midnight party under the stars. Meanwhile, let's get a drink below." The cabin, bathed by soft lights has a small bathroom –which Cesar calls a head- a dining area and a cabin with a round bed. Cesar offers wine, which both accept. "I shouldn't drink," Kris says, "I'm a little stoned from those Margaritas." She sips her drink anyway, as Cesar's hands grasp her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. She giggles and Jim plays with the zipper of her dress, which falls around her ankles. Kris is only wearing the tong panties and she moans with desire, as she stands naked in front of both men. "I'm going up top," Cesar says. Kris shakes her head, not understanding. "Kris my toy," he explains, "someone has to steer this tub while Lynn prepares you for our island adventure." "What? I mean wait a minute…" Cesar disappears up the four-step ladder, ignoring her. "Jim," I can't do this." "Anything. You said you would do anything." "Oh, my God, but I…" Lynn comes down the stairs, stands directly in front of Kris and smiles. "Take off the thong." "Wait a minute…" Lynn pushes her softly and Kris falls back, face up on the wooden dinning table. "Don't move," Lynn says. Kris doesn't move. She wants to talk but she sees the fire in Jim's eyes as he strips and looks upon his almost naked wife, ready to be taken by another woman. Kris feels the woman's hands grasping the edge of the panties, pulling them off. "Oh, sweetheart," Lynn says, "what a bushy sweet cunt you have. I think it needs to be shaved." Kris does not answer. She is numb with confusion, guilt, fear, anticipation and desire. She feels Lynn's fingers touching her. "Don't move, sweetheart. Enjoy this." Her cunt hairs are clipped with scissors, followed by a lathering of her crotch and the smooth glide of a safety razor across her mound that sends electric shivers running through her body. Her skin feels smooth and sensitive to the touch. Kris is excited by the touch of the woman, by the teasing of her fingers. "You look ready to be eaten," Lynn says, "but you will have to wait. We are dropping anchor and our midnight island awaits." " I can't.." "You will, sweetheart. You want it. Look how wet your cunt is." Lynn's fingers touch her clit, fingernails scratching at the folds of her mound. Kris makes a whimpering sound. "Let's go ashore," Cesar says from the deck above, "and let the games begin." The key is a hump of land, sand a quarter of a mile long and forty or fifty feet wide. Lynn and Cesar unload a cooler with beers and beach towels. After a few smokes and a couple of beers all four are naked. Kris is deliciously drunk and totally overwhelmed with the teasing, touching and shaving. She takes in the view of Miami Beach on the horizon and feels the warmth of the bodies that surround her, totally naked under the stars. Kris is now burning with desire, her flesh feverish, making her moan to the touch of Cesar's hands caressing her naked thighs. Lynn is naked in the moonlight, standing next to her, an arm encircling Kris' waist. "Let me taste you, sweetheart. Don't be afraid." Kris mumbles a denial but no one pays attention. Cesar and Jim play with their cocks as Lynn kisses Kris, her tongue entering the schoolteacher's half-open mouth. It is a kiss that makes Kris aware of the woman's breasts pressed against her, her furry cunt rubbing against her just shaved mound. Then Kris is on the ground, her naked body on the sand and the woman is above her, touching, probing, kissing, nibbling, whispering in her ear how much she is going to enjoy her first bisexual experience. Lynn's mouth presses against her slit, her tongue flicking out, licking the clit, playing, teasing and Lynn's hands grasp her tits, the fingers rubbing the hard nipples. Kris looks up and sees a starlit sky with a silver dollar moon as the woman continues to lick her, finger her and she feels the whip like jolt of an orgasm rush through her body. "Now it's your turn, sweetheart." Lynn straddles her face and Kris sees the smoothly shaved cunt an inch from her face. Surprised at her own daring she licks at the slit, making Lynn grunt in acceptance. She is licking Lynn, her tongue flicking up and down licking the moisture, tasting another woman for the first time. Kris is numb but totally engrossed in her oral game, her face moist with Lynn's scent. Lynn comes with grunting noises as her hands press Kris' face into her cunt. "That was great, sweetheart. I'm not finished with your cunt yet. Come on, Jim, I want you to fuck my cunt while I eat your wife." Kris now sees her husband enter another woman, his shaft penetrating the shadow between her legs, his hands grasping Lynn's hips, his body undulating with the hip movement that announces deep penetration. Lynn moves to his rhythm but continues to lick Kris, her tongue buried into the woman's cunt. Cesar is sitting on a rock, smoking as he watches the threesome on the sand. "Isn't it nice, Kris? Don't you like to be licked and eaten by another woman?" " Yes!" Kris answers loudly, "Oh….yes…I am so hot. Oh, Jim…look at the way she eats me…Oh…oh!" Kris comes with a shrieking frenzy, her arms pounding on the sand as Lynn's tongue moves up and down her slit. She sees Jim shake and let out a moan as he unloads inside Lynn, who pushes back against him, moaning also, still licking then burying her whole face into Kris' cunt as her tongue goes deep inside… "Excellent," Cesar says, "simultaneous triple orgasms are rare." They wash at the water's edge, the night salt water cold to their warm flesh. Kris wraps a large beach towel around her body, shivering as her body cools from the wild session. Cesar waits for her. "Jim and Lynn will stay here," he says, "and you and I will walk to the other end of the island." Kris nods. She wants this, to be alone with Cesar. It's not about love, for she loves Jim but Cesar is a special bond of the flesh and time alone is sometimes needed. Kris and Cesar stand at the edge of the key, on a small finger of sand surrounded by palm trees, their fronds rumbling softly in the breeze. The full moon casts a silver glow over both as they stand side by side facing the ocean. "This is magnificent," she says. "You are magnificent," he answers as he removes her towel. They kiss each other's face, neck and shoulders. He sucks on her breasts, his teeth and tongue teasing, chewing, playing with her, doing things that excite her. She is moaning loudly, making whimpering noises. His teeth play with her nipples and she has an orgasm that weakens her. Kris falls forward, leaning into the naked man who is touching her smooth crotch. He pushes her down and she kneels as he follows, his cock rubbing against her back, his arms encircling her waist from behind. She feels his hot breath, reaches back, grasping him and they are now on the sand. They join in warm passion, unhurried, flesh against flesh. Kris looks at the stars while his beard caresses her smooth mound. He takes his time, moving up slowly, the tip of his tongue tracing a line up from her slit, up her belly, until his face is against hers and he enters her smoothly, his thick meat sliding in deep. There is the sound of surf waves, palm fronds in the breeze and the moaning of two people mating by silver moonlight. Kris has an orgasm that is so intense it brings tears to her eyes. She does not scream or moan. Every fiber of her being is channeled to the intensity of the orgasm that hits like a tidal wave as her cunt contracts around his cock and she is gasping, her eyes rolling, teeth biting down on her lower lip. He explodes inside Kris, his cock churning warmth into her depths. She moans a deep, grunting sound and they both collapse together on the sand. As Kris catches her breath she hopes that Jim and Lynn are experiencing the same feelings. "It will be morning soon," he says. "Wonder what the new day will bring?" "New games with my toy," he answered, winking. Kris Becomes A Toy Ch. 3 It is the second afternoon of their vacation threesome. Kris and Jim are naked in bed, playing with each other as Cesar, also naked, smokes and watches. Jim licks the shaved mound then moves up, his tongue leaving a wet trail across her belly. He bites softly Kris' nipples as his hand presses against her mound, his fingers caressing her clit. Kris moans and opens her legs wider as she looks at Cesar, whose face is surrounded by a cloudy haze of blue smoke. Oh, my God, Kris thinks, I'm so hot. This is incredible. My husband is playing with my cunt while Cesar watches. Why isn't he joining us? What does he have planned? Oh, yeah, Jim's fingers feel so good...These last couple of days have been incredible...I feel so free, so wild, willing to enjoy sex without inhibitions... Oh, this is dirty and depraved and so good, so exciting. Will Cesar fuck my face again? Will he stick that fat cock in my mouth once more? Oh, Oh, yes, Jim, roll that tongue against my clit, lick my pussy well. Jim 's cock is so hard in my hand. He has really enjoyed himself seeing me get fucked by a man and a woman...a woman. I'd never thought I'd eat a woman's cunt, but I did...yes I did. I buried my face in a woman's cunt...Oh. Yes... I'm ready to do anything, fuck anybody anywhere anytime I'm told. "Is her cunt ready?" Cesar asks, between puffs. "Sure. Do you want to fuck her now?" Jim responds. "Not yet. Let her be ready some more. Why don't you rub some ice on those nipples, Jim...and you toy, I want you to convince us." "Of what?" she asks, gasping in her desire, anticipating the sexual feeding of her senses. "Well," Cesar answers, "You must convince us to fuck you, both of us. Ever try that?" "No," she answers and feels the ice cube rubbing the nipples, making them hard, the wet, cold tip of ice rubbing the areola, her body contracting, her desire mounting... "Good. A new sensation that we will all enjoy; are you ready?" "Oh, yes," Kris answers as she strokes Jim's hard cock, "Oh, I am so ready...come..." "No. I don't think so." "Please, fuck me. Please, please fuck me. Use me like a toy...play with me." "You'll have to do better than that. Stop playing with her cunt, Jim. Let's see how convincing she can be." "Oh, no, please don't stop. No...please do it to me." "You want it?" "Yes," she is almost whimpering with desire, her nipples moist with melted ice, her mound soaked in her own juices. Kris feels feverish, almost in a trance. Over a half-hour of intense foreplay with her husband have totally overwhelmed her senses. She is hungry for raw pleasure. She also understands this is a game, Cesar is teasing her and being tough because she wants it that way, she enjoys it immensely. "Yes what?" "Yes, fuck me, yes, yes, now...please fuck my mouth, my cunt, my ass..." "You like it up the ass?" "I...well," she stammers, "sometimes." "Go on." Her eyes are glazed over with lust. She can feel her heart thumping in her chest and she smells the scent of her own body, her passion escaping from every pore. She decides to seduce, to convince them to defile her, use her, abuse her and fulfill her senses, her newly found hunger for wanton, raw sex. They will take her and use her but she will be pleasured beyond fulfillment. Kris licks her lips and pouts at Cesar. "You haven't fucked my ass yet, Cesar. Want to fuck my ass?" "I'm the one asking questions. You'd like it if I fucked your ass wouldn't you?" "Yes...Yes, please stick that hairy fat cock in my rear...rape my behind, fuck my ass. Oh, please daddy stick your cock up my ass...fuck me, baby. I'm your toy, your whore...please do me. I'll swallow your cum...anything, but fuck me.." "Not convincing enough," Cesar says, "but good enough for a reward." Jim's fingers begin caressing her cunt once more. Cesar strokes his beard as Kris moans and begs once more. "Oh, yeah...Oh, God, I am so hot...please I want both of you to fuck me. Please stick your cock anywhere you want but fuck me now...I...I'm going out of my mind. I lick you...I'll... swallow your cum, take it up the ass and do anything you want...Oh, daddy please fuck my ass. I'll squeeze my butt when you shoot inside or you can cum in my mouth...I'll swallow it, but please do me now. Please, baby, fuck me till I pass out." "What else?" "Play games with me. Want me to be a cheerleader and you can be the football coach and fuck my face? Or would you rather play the uncle and I'll be the cock-sucking slut of a niece?" "Interesting. What else?" "I want you both to fuck me," she says in her best seduction voice, "I want both cocks at once. Pick a hole, boys, but fuck me soon...I am so wet. Don't ignore me. Use me and fuck me and make me suck your cock..." "Sounds convincing. What do you want your slut wife to do, Jim?" Cesar asks. "I want Kris to take my cock up her cunt." "You heard your husband," Cesar commands, "Climb on him and stick his dick up your cunt." She is astride her husband quickly, her cunt opening, the head of his cock sliding into the folds of flesh. She moans in delight and presses her mound against him, taking his full length in. "Open her up for me, Jim." She feels Jim's hands, like two hard claws on her ass cheeks, prying her half-moons open, exposing her rosebud ass to the man who now stands at the foot of the bed. The position of her body and her husband holding her ass cheeks open for another man makes her very wet. She wants Cesar to penetrate her ass to fuck her rosebud hole until he fills her insides with all the heat from his body. "Fuck her slow, Jim," Cesar says, "and she does have quite a cute little asshole. Don't you feel kind of exposed?" "Yes..." she answers, gasping as Jim's cock slides back and forth building up a tempo. "It excites you?" "Yes..." "Tell me about it...convince me to enter your ass." "Oh, Oh. Listen, I'm...going crazy. Please, fuck me. I...it excites me." "What?" "It excites me... to have Jim open my ass so you can fuck me...I want to feel both cocks in me...please fuck my ass, please...Oh, please, I'll do anything, but fuck me now..." Cesar lubricates his meat with beach lotion and places the cock head against the rosebud hole, the tip teasing her without penetrating. Jim is ramming his dick into her with a steady rhythm. "Oh, God," she begs, "will you just fuck me? Come on, baby, my ass is yours...Fuck it hard...Please, daddy, baby, sugar, please fuck me...OH, GOD, YES!" He enters her and she feels both cocks inside her, feels her body jerk in an orgasm that makes her wail, moan a whimper of acceptance. "You like two cocks in you, my dear wife?" "Yes...Oh, Jim. Can you feel his cock inside me?" "Yes," he says, "Yes." "Your wife has a sweet ass, Jim," Cesar says as he moves his hips, pushing his meat into the stretched anal opening, "Yes sir, it's a good ass to fuck. Turn your face towards me Kris, so your husband can see you tongue my mouth while I fuck your ass." They are kissing and fucking, all three moving together in a fluid motion of flesh entering flesh, accepting, grunting, moaning, fucking and enjoying the sensation of an orgasm building as they cling together, bumping hips. All three come almost together, filling Kris with a double load. She screams as she comes, as she feels her insides soaked by the cocks of two men, their seed filling her with liquid warmth. She collapses across her husband who is drenched in sweat, breathing hard in the afterglow of a tremendous orgasm. Cesar's fat cock pops out of her ass and he sits in bed next to them, breathing unevenly. "Did...you like it my little toy?" he asks, patting her cum streaked ass. "Oh... that... was great," she answers, "I am ready to... pass out." "No," Cesar says, "let's take a shower together and go out on the town." Three hours later as they sit on wooden chairs on the terrace of the hotel overlooking the ocean, sipping Margaritas and rum cokes, Cesar looks at Kris seriously. "What's the kinkiest, wildest thing you have ever done?" he asks. "You should know. You have been present." Cesar smiles. "Besides the last couple of days." "Oh, well...before I was married, with a former high school boyfriend named Chris." "Steady boyfriend?" "In a way. We had little in common except we both fucked very well together. The last time I saw him we screwed like animals and I went home somewhat sticky to find Jim waiting for me on the front porch. Jim was thinking of proposing to me and he did later, but he was horny and we made out and he went down on me. I never told him that Chris' cock had been there just an hour or two before his tongue." "Did you figure it out, Jim?" "I had my suspicions." "What about you?" she asks Cesar, "What's your kinkiest experience?" "Ask me in about three hours," he answers smiling, "are you ready for our next destination?" "Which is?" she asks. "To a special game room in a hotel nearby," he answers, "where one can play great games." Kris gulps her drink. She is already warm with sexual desires enhanced by Caribbean rum. Two days of constantly crossing taboo lines, of piling together flesh on flesh, never saying no, accepting, obeying have opened up her concealed hunger for raw pleasure. The men are using her but she is also a user, feeding her ego and desires as they have fucked her and will do so again. The hotel is off Washington Avenue, built in the days of the art deco rage. The carpet in the hallway is worn, but the hallway hides the pleasure oriented large suite on the fourth floor. The ceiling has glass panels and the suite is decorated with love chairs, a private steam room, a bar, stereo system and a huge bed. The room smells of scents and perfume. A muscular black man dressed in jeans and a beach shirt opens the door. "This is Pedro," Cesar says, "He is a ball player. He played in the majors." "For whom?" Jim asks, interested. "The Pirates. I had two seasons as a third baseman. That was fifteen years ago." I also played in Japan for two seasons and I had nine years in the minors." "Still play?" "I'm a personal trainer now. I do some private coaching ball stuff for high school kids with rich daddies but mostly I just make yuppies sweat." The three men stop talking and look at Kris. She is dressed with a halter top that show of her breasts and nipples hardened by the cool air conditioning. Her wrap around denim miniskirt shows off her thighs. "The first thing we are going to do," Cesar says is Kris, Jim and I go in that room, undress and we go into the sauna, which will be running at a level light enough to make us break a sweat without dehydrating. Once we are finished in the steam room Pedro will give Kris a memorable massage. Let's go, my toy." The steam room has comfortable wood benches. Kris is sandwiched between the two men, feeling lightheaded from three strong drinks. Both are touching her, feeling her up, talking to her, asking her questions that bring memories that make her wet. "Ever give oral sex in public?" "Yes," she answers as she opens her legs to probing fingers, "I sucked off a boyfriend as he drove a car down the highway and truckers looked down on us." "Did you like it?" "I tried to move my head when I knew we were being seen but he pushed me down. He was driving with one hand and guiding my head with the other hand and he came in my mouth." She is warm now, her body glistening with a thin sheen, slick. She reaches for both cocks, caressing them, feeling the hard tubes of meat in her grasp. "You ready for something special?" "I am your toy. I am ready to perform." "Good," he says, laughing," Let Jim stretch out here and you two can start using your tongues on each other." The wooden bench is wide enough for Jim to stretch out and for Kris to straddle him, lowering her cunt upon her husband's face, then bending forward and swallowing the thick meat with gusto. Kris licks the familiar cock, tracing the cock head with the tip of her tongue, licking the slick underside. Jim buries her face in her cunt, his wet tongue licking the clit, the folds of flesh and the outer mound. His hands play with her ass while she caresses his hard dick. She is enjoying herself with wanton delight, anticipating Cesar's next move. For a minute or so he watches them as they please each other. Slowly he moves behind Kris, his thighs pressing against her legs. "Guide my cock into your wife's cunt," Kris is astounded as she hears Cesar's command. Jim continues to lick her cunt as he guides the meat into her, the cock sliding past his face, the hairy testicles draping across his forehead. Jim continues to lick the wet pussy even as the cock enters his wife, pumping back and forth into the moaning woman. Jim can feel the scent of both as he licks her clit, occasionally tonguing the slick underside of Cesar's cock. Kris is sucking cock like a starving whore while both men attack her cunt. She feels the steam of the room envelop her body as drops of sweat drip on wood and she feels the tongue and cock driving her crazy. She glances down between her legs and sees Jim's face half-covered by Cesar's testicles. I can't believe this, she thinks. This is outrageous. Jim is licking us both at the same time, I can feel his tongue curling around Cesar's cock. Is Jim enjoying licking Cesar's meat while I am being fucked? Oh...yes...oh, this feels so good...so fucking good. Jim must be really enjoying this for his cock is hard as steel. Jim buries his tongue in her cunt, fighting for space against the intruding cock. Kris is going wild feeling a tongue and a cock swirling inside her pussy. Her mouth is wrapped around Jim's dick and she hears her husband grunt before he explodes in her mouth and she takes him, swallowing. She pushes her cunt back into them, taking the thick cock deeper, as her husband's tongue follows the movement of her grinding hips. She comes, screaming, jerking and whimpering as Cesar unloads into her cunt, a rope of cream marking Jim's face below. They lay in a heap as Jim's tongue continues to lap her dripping cunt. "Oh, my God," she moans, "I don't think I can move." "You have to," Cesar answers, "Pedro is waiting. Go. He will wash you." Kris stands, staggering weakly. She can barely walk. The men walk behind her as she opens the door. Kris walks on wobbling legs towards a wide marble shower. Pedro appears naked in front of her and she stops, gasping in awe at the sausage cock that swings between his legs. "Oh...my God," she mumbles, "Oh...my God." Pedro grabs her, guiding her towards the shower. She shivers as the water hits her body, making her come out of her weary stupor. She shivers, opens her eyes wide as the black man soaps her cunt, her ass, her tits. She feels his monster cock rubbing against her thigh. Surprised at her own daring she reaches out, grasping his thickness as Cesar and Jim look at her through the clear glass shower door. "You like it?" Pedro asks, "If you soap me real good, I'll fuck you right here." Kris lathers his cock, the white soap contrasting with the chocolate flesh. He is touching her, feeling her up as Cesar and Jim watch. Pedro smiles, pushes her back and Kris feels the cold marble press against her ass and shoulders. His lathered cock rubs against her shaved mound and Kris moans opens her legs and the big tube of flesh enters her, filling her totally. She screams in surprise as the black man presses her against the marble wall, his cock sliding deep into her and she contracts her cunt muscles, squeezing his meat. He grins and grinds his hips, thrusting hard and she buckles and grips his arms as he lifts her off the floor. She is impaled, pressed between the man and the marble shower wall, her feet three inches off the floor as Pedro slams into her, pounding his monster cock, licking her face. Oh, my God, she thinks, he's got a dick like a telephone pole. He's stretching me so wide it hurts. Oh, God... "You like my cock puta?" he says, "You like your husband seeing you get fucked?" "Yes," she moans in between gasping fits, "Oh...yes...I.. love that big, thick cock and Jim...loves seeing me get fucked." "And what else?" "I love all of it...I like Jim... to look...Oh, God...it's so...deeep...Look, Jim...look how this man...fucks me...I have never...never a cock...this big...Oh. God." "Yeah," she hears Cesar's voice, "looks like your wife is getting fucked." "She sure is," Jim answers, "and she looks great." "Oh...Jim, I'm ...going to cum...Oh. Fuck me...ram it into my cunt...Oh, God you are as big as a horse...Oh, yes...OOOH...Yes!!...Fuck me!! Oh, God, what a monster cock...I'm coming...OOOOOHHHHH!!... Fuck me!!... OOOOOHHH!!" "Ready for me, Kris?" Pedro asks, "Ready now?" "I'm cumming...Ooohhh, please do it." Pedro's hips press hard. The hard cock inside her is throbbing, pumping heat into her and as she is feeling the jolts of her own orgasm the monster unleashes his load. Kris stretches her pinned body, her body rhythm matching the black man. Her legs encircle the black thighs and she impales her body down to the hilt of his cock as he holds her. Their bodies curl together, their combined orgasm applauded by the husband and the lover. Kris collapses on the shower floor, the water jet soaking her well fucked flesh. She looks up at the three men and smiles weakly. "This is better than Disneyland," she says, "This is better than banging Mickey and fucking Pluto."