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Trip to England Ch. 01

By: evals22



Their marriage was not unlike many others. They met in college, married young and saw their two sons mature and leave home for college. Lori was just shy of fifty and Tom had passed the half century mark a year earlier. Before babies, before mortgages, before the pressures of moving up the corporate ladder their sex life was anything but routine.

Lori would meet him at the door in some new lingerie or in nothing at all. They would fuck in the doorway of the apartment, too excited to waste time moving to the bedroom. She dressed to please him and that pleased other men. Skirts worn shorter than the norm and often braless tits undulating under tight sweaters. They were happy and horny.

Then the overtime at work began and her first pregnancy. Tom quit playing basketball with his friends spreading his time out between work and family. The pounds came slowly but by the time their second son was born he was not the Adonis she had married. She cut her hair short because it took less time to dry, wore flats instead of heels and sweats instead of clingy clothes. She now met him at the door with a crying toddler and they both fell asleep with little more than a kiss between them. Love was still there but the fire had been doused by the pressures of growing up. Doused but not extinguished. There was still sex when the time could be found. During a nap, early on a Sunday morning. His work took them away from relatives so the boys were with them most all the time.

Tom insisted she didn't work and though he was climbing the corporate ladder vacations were short and far between, usually back to their home town to visit grandparents. A story many have heard and perhaps some have lived. When their youngest left for college, Lori woke one morning and after stepping out of the shower she examined herself in the mirror.

At five foot five she was still in good shape, a bit rounder than before but her breasts and ass still made her proud. She noticed how hairy her pussy was and remembered how she use to trim it short for Tom. Her hair was neat but not well groomed because she went to a discount hair saloon, not to save money but because it was quicker. Realization set in and Lori decided at that moment to spend the time she had on the boys for the last twenty some odd years on herself.

Appointments were made, goals were set and over a year Lori proudly examined herself in the mirror each morning. She was toned, her hair on her head and between her legs was nicely cut and her nails were no longer chipped but well manicured. She found pleasure in looking at herself and masturbated more than she had in years. Often her sessions were fueled by imaginary men using and displaying her for their pleasure and amusement. Lori would often feel guilty about these thoughts yet her imagination continued to fine tune and hone these fantasies.

She started a campaign to rejuvenate Tom and he started to find time for himself. They were both near or past that milestone of fifty years of age but were accepting it with open arms. The only thing that didn't improve was the sex. It was still routine and infrequent, not by Lori's choice. Tom loved his wife's new look but wanted only to view her from afar. He would encourage her to dress sexily but focus his attention on the men who would ogle her and when they finally would be intimate he would climax quickly while thinking of her with other men. Their fantasies were alike but neither of them voiced them aloud.

One evening after a nice dinner out and some good wine Lori brought up their sex life. "Tom, am I still attractive, still sexy to you?" she whispered, "I feel with the freedom we now have we would, you know, make love more often. I am hornier than since we were first married. Don't I appeal to you?"

"You are more beautiful than when I met you. I love you very much, but I just don't have the same feelings, you know about sex and when I do, I think about things which are kind of weird and I feel guilty," he stammered.

"Other women, is that it, Tom?"

"No, no, I only think of you, I swear. It is just that, well, I know it is only fantasy, but I think of you. Never mind. I don't want to talk about it."

"Tom, please we need to discuss it. I masturbate during the day and I have thoughts. Maybe if we shared our fantasies we could enjoy each other more. We don't want to risk what we have but if it is just fantasy what harm can it be?"

"Lori, you know how I've always liked it when you dress sexy and men look at you. It turns me on, knowing they find you sexy. I think a lot of you with other men."

Lori smiled and said, "You mean sharing me with another man, someone we know?"

"No, not like that, I think of strange men using you. Treating you like a slut, a whore. I'm sorry Lori, when we have sex I am thinking of me watching you with a man or men. Doing whatever they tell you, using your mouth and pussy. Then when they are done, and when they are gone, that's when I make love to your soiled and sweaty body. I, I'm sorry."

"Oh Tom don't feel guilty. We should have talked about this months...years ago. When I am alone I think about those same thoughts. Well not exactly, I don't think about you just watching, but I think about you and other men using me, exposing me in public. Making me humiliate myself. I feel bad after, but when I cum thinking of those things I cum harder than ever."

They went to their bedroom and made love. No mention of their talk and it was over quickly. They both realized they had opened a door to a new part of their life. There would be time to explore it in the future.

They fell asleep in each others arms. Tom woke early and got up and dressed quietly. He walked downstairs and waited a few minutes before he headed up the stairs. He walked into the bedroom and pulled the sheets off Lori's body, waking her. Before she could speak Tom yelled at her, hoping she would pick up on his thoughts.

"Lori, you slut. I come home early from my meeting and find you naked in bed. You look like you've been fucked. Is that what happened while I was gone?"

Lori caught on and answered. "Tom, I didn't know you would be home so soon, but I might as well tell you the truth," with that she spread open her legs wantonly displaying her cunt to him. "Yes, I picked up a man last night and he fucked me in your bed. He made me suck his cock in the car, then he brought me up here and fucked me. He told me not to clean up. He said he was bringing some friends over to fuck me and that his friends like their sluts dirty and nasty. He made me promise to be his slut for the day. I guess you will just have to watch when they get here."

Tom had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He was staring at Lori's cunt and slowly moved to the bed. "How many guys is he bringing?"

"He thought four or five," Lori reached between her legs and started to rub her clit, "He said if I was good to his friends he might let me be his slut whenever you are out of town. Tom, his cock is so big and he is so powerful. I love you but I love his cock, too. Don't be mad." Lori smiled at her husband, enjoying herself.

Tom kneeled on the bed and put his head close to her cunt. "Did he cum inside of you, or did he use a condom?"

Lori stuck her finger deep inside of her pussy and pulled it out. "He said he likes fucking his bitches bareback. Go ahead Tom, taste his cum." Lori put her finger into his mouth and Tom sucked it. He had never tasted his wife after sex and the flavor of her juices were different, at least in his mind.

"Go ahead, suck my pussy. Clean his cum out of me. I am sure there will be plenty more after his friends are done. I want you to sit in a chair by the bed and watch them use me. After they finish, you can clean my body up. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes, oh God yes!" with that Tom started to vigorously suck and lick his wife's cunt. He did it with such vigor that Lori came quickly and hard. Tom slid up on the bed and kissed Lori, letting her taste their juices. He pulled out his cock and continued with the fantasy.

"OK bitch, get down and suck my cock. I want you to look at your husband, over there while I fuck your mouth," Tom decided to see how far they would go. Lori didn't enjoy swallowing his cum, so he decided to give her an out. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth and I want you to look into your husband's eyes when I do. Well, maybe I will cum on your tits and let him lick it off. What do you want, cunt?"

Lori, rubbed his cock against her face and looked up at her husband/lover and said, "Make me eat your cum. I'm your slut and sluts love cum." With that she engulfed his cock and started to suck harder and faster than ever before. Tom was so hot he couldn't last long and soon began to spurt load after load of his essence into his wife's eager mouth. He watched her throat contract with each swallow and laid back spent, exhausted from their lovemaking. He looked down as his wife continued to softly suck his cock and idly play with her pussy.

She came up, licked her lips and smiled. There was no need for guilt and they both were more satisfied then they had ever been before. For the next few months they were energized with a new vigor. They expanded on their fantasies and improved on the parts they liked and eliminated what they didn't. Tom would meet her in a bar, and playing the boyfriend, send her to the bathroom to remove her bra and panties. She would suck him in the car, in their garage, away from prying eyes and loved it when she called him his slut and whore. Lori began to enjoy swallowing his cum, or rather the cum of her imaginary boyfriends.

In March Lori was turning fifty and Tom decided to take her on a three week trip to Great Britain. They had been to London, often but had never toured England and Scotland. Lori loved the gardens and history of the area and would love the idea. Tom had a few months to plan the trip and in the back of his mind time to try and bring their fantasy to reality. They had talked about living out their fantasy, just once. Las Vegas or New York often came up but Lori refused to jeopardize their reputation and family. She also admitted she would be devastated if other men did not find her attractive. She envisioned herself sitting in a bar alone, and unlike their fantasy, no one came buy to offer her a drink and more.

Tom thought if he could find a man in England he could set up a meeting that Lori would think was spontaneous and maybe would follow through with it. The worse that could happen, Tom figured, is she would turn the man down and they would enjoy their trip.

He began to search the internet, via the chat rooms. He knew there were drawbacks of this and even dangers but he felt he had the time and intelligence to precede. He opened chat rooms named "Visiting Great Britain with Wife" and for weeks met all kinds of people. Many crude and probably not even in Great Britain, just looking for cyber sex. Tom patiently continued his quest until he received a reply from "Brighton Dom".

"Is your wife submissive?"

Tom knew Brighton was a city on the English Channel and responded, "I guess you could say that. We both enjoy the fantasy of her being used by men. Made to do what they want. She enjoys the thought of public exposure and humiliation."

"Have you ever followed through with these feelings?"

"No, well only in our fantasy play with each other, never with other men."

"Describe the slut."

Tom could feel his cock stiffen. He had a good feeling about this person. He only hoped it wasn't some 300 pound pervert in Cleveland. "She will be fifty in March. She is five foot five, weighs 120 pounds and has short brown hair. Beautiful green eyes an infectious laugh and a wonderful shape for her age and after having two kids."

"It is late now. I am seven hours ahead of your west coast time. Send me her photo. A g-rated one, that shows her smile and her clothed body. Do not block her face. I will chat with you again tomorrow at one o'clock my time."

Tom wanted to explain he couldn't send a photo until he chatted more with him but found he had signed off. Tom checked out a map and found Brighton and knew it would be easy to add to their itinerary. Something told Tom this was the real deal and he searched his photo file until he found an attractive photo of Lori. He hesitated before he pressed the send button, but figured no harm could be done.

The next morning he was up early so he could chat with this man. At least he hoped so. He opened his E-mail and found one from Brighton Dom. He opened it and found a photo of a man about Tom's age. He appeared to be in good shape, with a Salt and Pepper goatee. Tom wasn't a good judge of other men's looks but felt this guy would be considered good looking by Lori. His eyes were dark and he had a definite self assured dominate look about himself.

The instant messenger rang and Tom saw a note from his new friend.

"The bitch is attractive. My name is Ian. I am fifty one years old and have lived in Brighton for the past twenty years. I am into the D/s scene here. This town is known as the 'San Franciso' of England because of the amount of gays that have settled here. I am not into that but this city is more tolerant then most in England. I am a hotel and restaurant owner and I am very well off so my time is very flexible. I enjoy teaching and bringing to blossom the submissive nature of women, especially older women. I do not believe a young women can be truly submissive. One needs to experience life first."

Tom explained, in detail the fantasy they both had been dreaming of. He admitted Lori knew nothing of this idea but felt she would enjoy the opportunity if presented with it. Ian doubted the chance of this becoming anything more than Tom's wet dream. He also told Tom, if Lori fell into their little trap and Ian was able to convince her to be his slut for the day Tom had better be prepared for what that entails.

"It is one thing to dream of your wife on her knees sucking another man's cock, but an entirely different thing to see it happen in reality."

Tom assured Ian that this was what he wanted and he would not interfere as long as Lori's safety never became an issue. Ian instructed Tom to send him a detailed letter describing their fantasies and the limits Lori would have. He wanted details about her sexual history, her likes and dislikes regarding movies. He gave Tom some films to rent and watch such as "Straw Dogs" and "9 1/2 Weeks." He wanted to know her reactions to certain scenes. He also gave him the name of some "D/s" and "Hot wife" porno films and a web site where he could buy them. He wanted Tom to describe her reactions to these as well. Ian gave Tom his phone number and told him when to call.

Tom was excited by the turn of events and began to follow the instructions with an excitement he hadn't felt before. When they first talked, Tom was struck by Ian's deep voice and his self-assured cocky attitude. He let Tom know from the beginning who was in charge of the conversation. Lori thought of the movies as a new addition to their outlook towards sex and openly discussed them. She enjoyed the scenes of submission in both the main stream and adult films. She did not enjoy the scenes of bondage and heavy pain but was surprisingly excited by a scene where a lady was made to urinate into a bowl in front of a group of men. The scenes with women did not offend her but were not of great interest to her.

For months they spoke or chatted once or twice a week. Tom felt he knew and could trust Ian. They discussed fantasies Tom could bring into the bedroom that would prepare her for their meeting. Tom would often describe to Lori how he wanted her to be approached by a dominate man in a bar and succumb to his wishes. Their sex was better than ever

End of part one. Please write comments and criticisms about the story. Part two will follow soon. Part three is partly formed but I could use any feedback. Please vote!

Trip to England Ch. 02



Tom finally surprised Lori with her birthday trip. She was very happy he had taken it upon himself to organize the whole trip. Usually she was the one to do this. She questioned why they were spending four nights in Brighton and Tom explained about the beauty of this sea front city and how nice it sounded in the internet research he had done. He added if they did not like it they were only an hour away from London and could rearrange their trip. They were both excited by the upcoming trip.

Ian had given Tom the name of the hotel in Brighton he owned and arranged for a suite at a reduced rate. He told Tom if nothing came of the trip he would at least enjoy the best room in the hotel. They planned on their 'chance' meeting at a nearby pub and thought of ways to enhance the chance of success. Tom told Lori to go out and buy some new, sexy clothes for the trip. She eagerly went out to find some outfits that were tame to the new generation of kids but enhanced Lori's beauty and sexiness. She also bought a completely new set of matching lingerie in black and red. She told Tom her old white comfortable underclothes would stay in the USA.

They left for Great Britain the weekend after her birthday. She was happy that the boys were there to help her celebrate this milestone. Many women hate the idea of turning fifty but Lori welcomed it and loved her new found outlook on life. The first part of their trip was wonderful. They toured Scotland and northern England. They visited castles and gardens, drank ale in small pubs and learned the train system. They made love often and would be fueled by their fantasy of her under the spell of a dominate man. When the chance arose, Tom would call Ian and keep him up to date on their progress. When it was four days before their trip to Brighton, Ian suggested Tom stop having sex with Lori. He told him to feign a stomach illness or some other excuse. Ian wanted Lori to be on edge when they met. 

They arrived in Brighton and found the hotel overlooking the sea. Lori was amazed at the suite they had and could not believe Tom had found such a great rate on the internet. Tom told Lori he was feeling better and saw a smile come to her face. They decided to have an early dinner and spend the night in their room. At least that was Lori's idea. Tom told her he was going to check with the front desk for the name of a nice pub for a drink before they ate dinner. Lori smiled and said they may just skip the dinner and come back to the room for the dessert.

She told Tom she was going to shower and put on something exciting for him. Tom went down to the lobby and asked to see Ian. He was directed to an office on the second floor. When he entered the plush room he saw Ian for the first time. Tom realized Ian had never asked for a photo of himself and it dawned on Tom that he had little interest in Tom's looks or Tom himself. Ian was a presence, a few inches taller than Tom and without the middle that Tom and most men their age had. 

Ian's voice had a distinct accent and he spoke to Tom, never inviting him to sit. "I watched the two of you check in on the hotel security camera. The slut is very attractive."

"Thank you, Lori is a beautiful woman and I am happy to be her husband."

"Lori is the name you use. To me she will be only referred to as slut. When you speak of her I want you to remember that." Tom winced at the abrupt approach Ian made and listened as he continued. "We both know why we are here. Not to be friends, though that may happen in time, but for me to fuck and use your wife for my enjoyment as you watch."

"I understand, you are right. It is just when you hear these things that have been played over and over in my mind, and you hear them said in the open it is a little disturbing. Lori is getting..." Tom stopped when he heard Ian clear his throat, "I mean the slut is getting ready. She is very horny and hopefully this will work."

Ian stood and walked in front of his desk. He moved into Tom's personal space and spoke to him, "Tom, this is your last chance. If you say no to me, the two of you can enjoy your time in Brighton and we will never speak again. Otherwise it is my intention of doing whatever is necessary to fuck your wife tonight."

Tom felt like a teenager being dressed down by the coach before a game, "Yes, Ian, I understand. I really want this to happen and I hope it does."

Ian suggested Tom head back to the room. He gave him directions to a pub a few blocks away. He told Tom to convince the slut to go without panties. He figured it would add to their chances of success. He told Tom to leave his wallet in the room and to discover it just outside of the pub. He was then to suggest to his wife she go on inside while he ran back to the hotel room.

Tom came into the room and found Lori at the window looking out at the sea. The setting sun cast a rosy aura on her face and Tom realized how much he loved her. She was wearing a summer dress that accentuated her figure. It buttoned up the front and she had left the two lower buttons open so when she walked her lower inner thighs could be seen. She had a pair of black three inch open toed heels on that made her calves look inviting. He walked over to her and they kissed, tongues pressing against each other.

Lori spoke, "We could forget drinks and get right into bed." She kissed him again and pressed her body against his. She could not miss the hardening of his cock against her stomach.

Tom broke off the kiss and stepped back, "No, lets get a drink. I want the men of Brighton to see my sexy wife. I want you to do something for me. Take off your panties. It will turn me on knowing your pussy is uncovered while we have our drink.

Lori gave a mischievous smile and bent down slightly. He hands slid under her dress and she pulled her panties down, letting them fall into a silken bundle at her feet. She stepped out of them and said, "I can't believe I am doing this, but I love it!"

They kissed again and Tom said he needed to change his slacks. He quickly grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom to change. He left his wallet on the counter and came into the room. "I could shower if you'd like."

"No, I find it sexy to smell sweat on a man. I am so horny now i don't care what you smell like."

They both laughed and left the room holding hands. It was a warm night for England and Lori went without a coat. She felt so sexy and so lucky to be with her husband. She was thankful they had that talk months ago. Tom told her there was a nice pub the hotel recommended nearby and he led the way. The clicking of her heels on the sidewalk and what lie ahead made Tom's cock quiver.

When they reached the pub Tom reached into his pocket and acted surprised that his wallet was gone. He told her he would run and get it and Lori said she would go with him. Tom said she should go inside and order a drink, then with a smile on his face he said someone will probably buy her one and it would save him some money. Lori poked him in the ribs and said he better not be too long because she doesn't want to sit alone. Tom left.

ori entered the pub and the first thing she noticed was the smoke. Unlike California bars this place was covered in a haze of smoke. It was busy and no one paid any attention to her. She walked to the end of the bar where a few empty seats were and sat down. The bartender was at the other end and thanks to a five pound tip from Ian ignored her. Lori sat for a few minutes looking at the rugby team photos on the wall. She felt a presence next to her and a man with a beard inched his way to the bar between her seat and the empty one next to her. He smelled of leather and she noticed his leather pants. She usually found leather pants on men unattractive but these were different.

He raised his hand to the bar keep and yelled, "John, get me an ale and buy this bird a drink on me." He looked down at Lori and smiled.

Lori stuttered and said, "No thank you, I'm waiting for my husband, he went back to the hotel."

"It is just a drink, girl. It's not like I am going to fuck you, though, " he smiled, "I wouldn't mind."

Lori couldn't believe the brashness of this man. Normally she would rebuke him and move away but tonight she just ordered a martini.

"A martini, you must be from across the pond. John, a martini for the lady. My name is Ian. You and your husband visiting Brighton for awhile?"

Lori smiled and started to explain the vacation they had been on and her celebration of her fiftieth birthday. Ian commented on how attractive she was and what a lucky bloke her husband was. They both drank and talked easily. Lori found the man attractive and was surprised how he enjoyed many of the things she did. She glanced at her watch, wondering what was taking Tom so long. The martini was gone quickly and she didn't hear him order another but it soon was placed in front of her.

"I really shouldn't have another, I haven't eaten yet. I wonder where my husband is. Perhaps I should head back to the hotel."

"Don't embarrass me, girl. I know these boys around the bar and I'd be the laughing stock is a pretty thing like you left without drinking a drink I bought. Drink up."

Lori couldn't believe how cocky he was. How he called her "girl" and "pretty thing" as if she was his property. She felt an unmistakable wetness between her legs and picked up the martini glass and drank under the dark stare of this man. Tom walked in and came up on her other side and explained he had to get a key to get back in their room. He asked Lori who this man was and before she could reply Ian spoke.

"Hello, I am Ian. I found your pretty wife here alone and offered her a drink. I wouldn't ever let a bird as pretty as this go into a pub alone." He held out his hand and shook with Tom as though they had never met. "Let's sit down in a both and I'll let you buy me another ale." It was not a request but more of an order.

End of part two. Please write comments and criticisms about the story. Part three is mostly formulated but I could use any feedback. Please vote!



Trip to England Ch. 03



Tom ordered two ales and another martini and they headed to a booth. Lori sat between the two men and felt the slight pressure of Ian's leather clad leg push against her. The booth was small so she figured it was unintended. They drank and chatted for quite awhile and Lori noticed the pressure on her thigh increase. She said nothing, just sipping her drink. Ian ran the conversation and Lori found herself thinking about her and Tom's fantasy. She felt if she was ever to do it this would be the type of man. She giggled to herself and put the thought out of her mind, or at least tried to.

Tom ordered some bangers and chips for them as they sat. When the bangers came he cut up the sausage and with greasy fingers offered a sausage to Lori. He put it up to her mouth and told her she had to try one. She felt she couldn't refuse and opened her lips as Ian pushed the piece of meat into her mouth.

"I love to see a women's lips around a sausage, don't you Tom?" They both laughed as Lori's face reddened. She could not believe what she was allowing this man to get away with. Nor could she believe Tom was allowing it. She bet he had a hard on right now.

It was nearing eight o'clock and a small band had set up and was playing lounge like music in the back of the pub. Ian stood up, his crotch just inches from Lori's face and she felt her nostrils swell at the smell of leather. He grabbed her wrist and said they should dance.

He said, he didn't ask if they should dance. Lori looked at her husband and noticed the grin he gets when he's turned on. She figured she would play a bit more with this man then Tom and her would head back to the hotel. She was so hot and with the addition of alcohol she was not thinking straight. The first song was a fast paced song and they danced in a crowd of ten or fifteen couples. She could see Tom across the room watching and when their eyes met he lifted his glass in a silent toast of approval. Ian was an excellent dancer, very self assured and she couldn't help but catch herself looking at his crotch. The next song was a slow ballad and Lori started off the dance floor. Ian grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him.

She didn't object. She felt warm and sexy against his body. She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. Both his arms were around her waist and she tightened for a second as they slid down to the top of her ass. When Ian felt no resistance he lowered his large hands to her ass and cupping both cheeks he pulled her close.

Lori lifted her head off his chest and tried to pull away. He looked down at her, holding her tightly and spoke for the first time on the dance floor. Just loud enough for her to hear.

"Relax, girl. You can't expect a healthy man not to want to touch an ass as nice as yours." When he finished talking he squeezed both cheeks very tightly. Lori was ashamed that she was letting him do this in front of a pub full of people but she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

Ian pulled her closer and at the same time flexed his cock. It was large and pressed against her stomach. "Feel what you've done to me, slut," he whispered, emphasizing the last word. "You've made my cock hard. I can see your husband watching and we both know he isn't going to say anything. I bet he's one of those blokes that likes to watch his wife with a real man." He flexed his cock again.

Lori's breath began to shorten, she actually was afraid she would orgasm right there on the dance floor. She didn't even object to being called a 'slut' because she felt like one and was enjoying it. Ian turned them both on the dance floor so she could see Tom.

He flexed his cock again and whispered, "Look at your husband, look at him as you press against my cock. I want you to rub against me so he can see."

As if in a trance, Lori began to hump her lower body against the leather caged member pressing against her. She was acting wantonly but did not care. Tom watched this all with a smile on his face.

"Good slut. You listen well. I am going to enjoy fucking you." 

There was no question in his voice that they would fuck. He gave her no choice and she knew she would do as she was told. The dance ended and they headed back to the both. Lori sat down and Ian remained standing next to the booth. The outline of his cock was very apparent and he wanted them both to see it before he sat down.

"Tom your wife is a sexy lady. She was rubbing her cunt on me like a dog in heat," Ian paused and smiled as he watched the humiliation spread across Lori's face. "I am going to fuck her tonight, I am going to use her mouth and her cunt for my enjoyment. The only question is do you want to watch or do we leave you here. You have no choice other than that, isn't that right, slut."

Lori looked at Tom, knowing they had lived this very moment out in fantasy hundreds of times. She spoke loud enough for both men to hear, "Yes." "Well Tom what is your answer?"

"I. I want to watch."

"Watch what, Tom. Say it."

"I want to watch you fuck my wife. To use her as you please."

Ian smiled and turned to Lori. He told her to remove her panties and hand them to him. She was to do it in the booth, now.

Lori looked at Ian and with a embarrassed flush to her cheeks told him she wasn't wearing any panties. He smiled and said only sluts go without panties, not mothers and wives. His words debased her even more, but excited her beyond caring. He told her to prove it to him. Lori reached down to her dress and began to unbutton it slowly from the bottom. She knew she was in a dark booth but still the noise of the band and the chatter of the patrons was pounding in her ears. Once she had unbuttoned past her waist she pulled the dress apart exposing her pussy to Tom and Ian's view.

"Good. Are you wet?" Ian paused and watched her nod her head in agreement. "Prove it."

Lori spread her legs feeling the pressure of her thighs against each man's leg and placed her right hand between her thighs. She pushed two fingers inside her cunt and was surprised at how wet she was. She could imagine everyone in the pub could hear her fingers pressing inside. She pulled them out and brought them to Ian's face. The wetness was obvious, coating her entire two middle fingers.

"My, you are wet," Ian grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers under his nose and inhaled. "Wet and smelly like a cunt, I'd say," he laughed and continued, "clean them off."

Lori took her two fingers up to her lips and hesitated for a moment as she looked at Tom. She felt his leg push against hers in a silent way of saying he wanted her to continue. She pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked them both clean.

Ian spoke, "I want to make things very clear. For the rest of the evening I expect complete obedience by the slut. Tom do not interfere. I will only stop if the slut says 'USA' to me. If you try to stop us and she does not say her safe word I will ask you to leave. Do you both understand?"

They shook their heads in agreement, both knowing this was what they had dreamed of. Tom also knew this was what he had planed so long for.

Ian continued, "Slut, do you like to suck cock?" Lori shook her head up and down, "Good because I like to have my cock sucked and deep throated. Before I fuck you and before you can cum, you will be required to take my entire cock into your throat. Once you hold it for a three count I will allow you to fuck it. Now reach under the table and feel me. Is my cock is bigger than your husbands?"

Lori reached under the table and felt the hard staff through the leather pants. It was longer than Tom's she thought, not much, but longer. She knew, without a doubt it was thicker. She wasn't sure she'd be able to swallow it all.

Lori spoke, "It is bigger." "Speak in whole sentences, slut. And speak louder."

"Your cock is bigger than my husband's."

"Good girl, now I can see you are wearing a bra. Go to the loo and remove it. Leave your purse here. I want you to carry it back and hand it to Tom. Sluts wear no underclothes, so as long as you are with me you will not wear any. Understand?"

"Yes, Ian." Lori began to button her dress when Ian grabbed her hand.

"I didn't say to button up. Do not disappoint me so soon. Walk to the loo as you are."

Lori slid out of the booth and walked slowly to the restroom. The dress parted with each stride and her thighs were on exhibit to any one looking. She could feel the flush of embarrassment go from her chest to her face. She kept her eyes down and could hear some men pointing her out.

"Look at the legs on her. Isn't she the bird with Ian and the other guy. She was practically humping Ian on the dance floor. Looks like he'll get some pussy tonight. I don;t know how that bloke does it."

Lori quickly entered the bathroom and could feel her heart pounding. She knew she'd have to walk by the same table again, this time holding her bra. She looked at herself in the mirror and a lust filled face stared back at her. She went into the cubicle and quickly unbuttoned her dress. She removed it and popped off her bra. She wanted to stick her whole hand up her cunt and cum right there by the toilet but somehow Ian would know she had. She rebuttoned the same buttons and felt her nipples harden even more as the rubbed against the dress material. They could easily be seen pressing against the material. She rolled the bra as small as she could in her hand and took a deep breath. She pushed the door open and headed towards the table. Lori knew if she walked too quickly her pussy would be visible to everyone.

She took measured steps, with her arms to her side and headed the fifty or so feet back. She heard a whistle and the same man's voice tell his buddies that that 'bird' was coming back and you could see her nipples now. She got to the table and looked down at Ian, expecting him to get up. 

He looked at her and smiled, "Thank you slut. We are just about ready to leave. Go over to that table you just passed and hand your bra to the big fellow who was doing all the talking. Tell him it's a gift from Ian since you won't need it for the rest of the night. Tell them you are thirsty and Ian said they would buy you a drink You are to answer any question they ask and do whatever they say. I expect you to stay with them for fifteen minutes or until we come over to get you. When you sit down you are not to rearrange your dress. Leave it however it falls."

Lori just stared in disbelief. She didn't expect this, she had expected to do what Ian said, but not with strangers. She was going to protest, she looked at Tom waiting for him to say something but he just stared at her with that silly expression of his.

Before she could speak, Ian took charge. "Well, I guess I was wrong. There is no room for defiance from a submissive of mine. I guess I will just end it here. You two enjoy your visit to our country," Ian began to rise when Lori spoke.

"I'm,I'm sorry Ian. It just caught be by surprise. I will do it, fifteen minutes with them. Have a drink, please do not leave me."

"I really don't know if you are worth the effort, girl. There are not that many chances I am willing to give you. As a punishment for your disobedience I want the two top buttons of your dress undone. Now!"

Lori reached up, hands trembling, not from fear but excitement. She undid the two buttons causing the dress material with its' scoop neck to fall open exposing the swells of her breasts. She took a deep breath and walked to the table of three men. The talkative one looked up with a surprised expression when she stopped at the table.

"Hello, Ian sent me over her to give you this." She reached out and let her lacy expensive black bra drop on the table in front of this ugly man. "He said I won't be needing it for the rest of the night. He also said you men might be kind enough to buy me a drink."

There was silence, this was not what these three men expected. They were all working men whose wives had fatten as they had. They spent their nights at pubs drinking and playing darts. Women never paid attention to them. 

Finally the boisterous one spoke, "Certainly Miss, My name is Tad and that is Frank and Brian. Brian get up and get the lady a chair. Then get her a drink, what would you like?"

"A martini would be fine." She was embarrassed that they left her bra sitting in the open on the table. The one called Brian brought over a chair and Lori saw it had no arms; nothing to keep her dress from falling open. He left to get her a drink and Lori sat down between Tad and Frank. She kept her knees together but felt the material slip away to the closed bottom button. She did not look down but could see the men's eyes staring at her thighs. Her pussy was just barely covered.

Brian brought her the drink and sat across from her. He couldn't see her legs, but was happy to ogle the swells of her breasts. She thanked them for the drink and took a long swallow. The alcohol warmed her body. Tad picked up her bra and held it out in front of him.

"Do the panties match as well?"

Lori knew she had to answer any question they asked, "They do, but I am not wearing any."

She could sense the excitement of the men, like boys finding their Father's dirty magazine stash.

"So, you gave them to Ian, I imagine?"

"No, they're in the hotel." She hoped the time was nearing its end but when she glanced over at Ian he was not moving.

"And the man with you two, who is he."

"My husband. We are visiting from California." She spoke a bit about their trip to England and their travels so far, trying to use up time. But Tad would have none of that.

"He lets his wife go without panties and give her bra to strangers. Sounds like a wanker to me." The others laughed at his joke. "Tell me why would a man do that."

"It excites him, no us, to do what Ian says, " as soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. She may have given Tad an idea to press her harder. She was right.

"Well I expect if your bra is here," he lifted it up again, " and your panties are in the hotel, and we can certainly see you are not wearing stockings, I expect you are naked under that dress. Am I right?"

"Yes," the idiot, she thought.

"Well, Miss how about showing us boys what Ian will be playing with tonight. Spread your legs for me, now would you do that for me."

Their eyes widened, never expecting her to comply. Lori spread her legs and the material of the dress opened more, exposing her nicely trimmed bush to at least four of the six eyes staring at her. She kept her legs open for thirty of so seconds then brought her knees back together. The lower half of her bush was still visible to them.

Tad looked around to be sure no one was really looking, "Pinch your nipples for me. Do them both at the same time. Pinch 'em hard, lass or else I'll make you take them out." Tad knew he was given carte blanche with this women, for how long he didn't know.

Lori reached up and grasped each nipple between her thumb and index finger. She squeezed tight, not because this man had ordered her but because the pain helped mask the humiliation she was feeling. She stopped only when she heard a familiar voice. It was Ian.

"Sorry, chaps but the lady needs to be going." 

Lori got up quickly and walked along side of Ian and Tom, trying to get out as soon as possible. She heard Tad's voice in the background but could not make out the words. She only hoped she'd never meet him again. Once the brisk cold air struck her body she could feel her nipples tighten more than she had ever felt before. The throbbing soreness in them excited her and she hoped Ian would be rough with them tonight.

Half way to the hotel Ian stopped and stepped into an alley. The other two followed. It was dark and the trash from a restaurant was nearby. It smelled. He walked about half way down the dead end alley until they were under the one light that illuminated the back door. It was late and Lori hoped the restaurant had closed and the door would not open unexpectedly.

Without speaking, Ian pushed Lori against the cold metal door and kissed her. It was more of an invasion then a kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth and felt her teeth, her gums and her tongue. He stepped back out of the light with Tom who was openly rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Stay against the door, slut. I want you to spread your legs, good a little more. That's fine. Now unhook the last buttons. Remember I have no tolerance left for insubordination."

Lori reached down and unbuttoned the remaining buttons. The dress fell open and her tits and cunt were displayed. He then told her to finger herself with her left hand and squeeze her tits with the right. Lori was beyond even thinking of saying no and started to play with herself. She began to breath harder and was twisting her nipples and forcing her fingers between her legs. She had never treated herself this roughly, but she had never been this turned on. Ian sensed she was about to climax and spoke.

"Stop, slut. You may only cum when I say, understand!' Lori let her hands fall to her sides and shook her head in acknowledgment. "Now take off the dress and hand it to Tom." She did as told and returned to the door with her legs splayed open.

"Now slut, I know you have drank a lot tonight. Your bladder must be full. I want you to squat down with your back against the door and knees wide apart."

Lori knew what was coming next and felt her back scrape against the rough metal as she squatted. She looked into Ian's eyes waiting. She never looked for Tom, he was no longer important to her.

"You know what I want you to do, don't you slut?"

"Yes."

"What would that be?"

"You want me to piss for you. You want your slut to piss in this dirty alley."

"Very good. I like a slut that can think on her feet. No pun intended." His laugh echoed off the brick walls of the alley. "Now do it for me."

It was as though he knew what buttons to push. Ever since seeing that video of a women peeing in a bowl, Lori had thought of being made to do it. She pushed but could not make herself pee. Maybe it was the cold or the embarrassment of doing it here.

"Do it slut. Close your eyes and relax. Think of being alone in the bath. Once you start you will not be able to stop. Do it!"

Lori closed her eyes and relaxed. She stopped thinking of the cold and instead thought of the privacy and warmth of her bathroom back home. Finally she felt the start of the flow. She could hear it patter against the concrete step and feel it splash against her feet and ankles. 

"That's it slut, pee for me." His voice startled Lori and she opened her eyes. She saw Ian standing near her smiling as she did his bidding. Smiling as you would when your dog finally obeys a command. The stream got stronger and the noise in the alley seamed river-like. When she finally finished she stayed in her crouched position waiting for Ian's next command.

He stepped up to her, stepping into the puddle and standing so close she could smell the leather again. She expected to suck his cock and looked forward to finally tasting his manhood.

His voice echoed in the alley, as he unzipped his pants, "Tom, do you know what the alpha wolf does to show his dominance over the pack?"

Tom's voice seemed distant and foreign to Lori, "He marks his territory with his urine."

"Correct, his scent is left for all the other wolves to smell. They know anything with his scent is his and they had better be ready to fight for it if they want it back. Or they can stay with the pack as long as they obey. Do you understand, Tom"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be a part of the pack, Tom or do you think you can be the leader?"

"I just want to be, I just want to watch Ian, please I don't want to fight."

"I thought so. Slut look up at me," he watched her green eyes raise to meet his. "I promise after this we will go to the hotel and you will get what you have worked so hard for this evening. You made me proud."




Trip to England Ch. 03



With that he pulled his cock out of his pants. It was semi hard and even in that state bigger than Tom's. He looked down at Lori and held his cock. There was a moment of pause as she could see his ass contract as he tried to start the flow. The stream started slowly and built up momentum quickly. Lori was amazed at the warmth and power of the flow. Ian pissed on her breasts and he splayed legs. He moved the flow over her body, only avoiding her face. He finally finished and shook his cock before placing it in his pants.

"Stand up" he ordered.

Lori stood and her knees wobbled from squatting so long. The warmth of the urine was quickly turning to a chill and her nostrils flared at the odor. He had humiliated her and she knew she would let him do it again. Ian told Tom to give her her dress. Lori put it on and felt it cling to her wet body. She was sure anyone looking would be able to her cunt and nipples through the soaked material.

"Ian, please. I won't say no to you but please don't make me walk into the hotel like this. Please."

"Since you put it that way, since you were smart enough not to say you wouldn't do it I will let you sneak in a back private entrance."

"How do you have access to the door, isn't it locked."

"Of course it is slut," he smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek gently. "I own the hotel and it is my private entrance. What room are you in?"

When Tom gave the number, Ian acted surprised they were in the suite and said they were the ones that got the deal that the internet web master had screwed up. He laughed and said he was happy they had such a nice room. They walked down the street towards the hotel. Lori could smell the urine and was glad they passed no one on the way. They turned into a side alley and entered a locked door to the hall in the back of the hotel. Ian left them at the elevator and told Lori to shower and be waiting on her knees at the door. He would be up in a few minutes to use his slut's mouth.

Tom and Lori said nothing in the elevator, They didn't even make eye contact. They exited the elevator and once inside Lori dropped the dress on the floor and headed directly to the bathroom. Tom picked up the dress and put it in a plastic laundry bag to hopefully stop the smell. His balls ached and he was glad they were finally in the room.

Lori finished quickly, wanting to stay under the warm shower longer but not wanting to anger Ian. She powdered her body and dried her hair rapidly. She went to the door and dropped to her knees, spreading her legs and placing her hands behind her back. 

There was a knock at the door and Tom reached by his naked wife and pulled the door open. Standing in the doorway was Ian and next to him was a uniformed hotel worker with a tray of fresh fruit.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be out of the shower so quickly. Bernie, place the fruit on the table. You stay where you are," he looked at Lori and saw the red form across her chest. "You look so good like that on your knees and naked."

The bell boy couldn't help but stare at the woman in the suite. He nearly dropped the tray and waited by the door until Ian said thank you and sent him off. Ian walked over to the fruit and grabbed a section of orange, stuffing it into his mouth. He grabbed another piece and pushed it into Lori's mouth. He squeezed it so some of the juice dripped onto her tits.

He walked to the desk and dragged the chair near the bed and motioned for Tom to sit. From this spot Tom had a clear view of the bed and his kneeling wife by the door. Tom walked to the bed and sat down. He removed his shoes and socks and then unbuttoned his shirt. Tom could see his hairy chest and muscular arms as he let the shirt fall from his body. Ian go up and walked over to Lori in just his leather pants.

Ian spoke, "I want you to chew and suck on my cock through my pants. I expect you to get me hard."

Lori watched as he drew closer. When his crotch was inches from her face she leaned over and began to lick and chew and suck on the prize hidden by a layer of leather. She could feel it swell in her mouth and worked as diligently as possible. Once his cock was hard he pulled back and stripped his pants off. He wasn't wearing underwear and the musky odor of his sweaty cock and ball filled her nostrils.

He was a sexy man nude. His body was fit and well proportioned. Most men look silly nude, Lori thought but not this man. She opened her mouth and licked the head of his cock. She worked her mouth up and down his shaft and every time she approached the head she knew he expected her to suck it into her mouth. She wanted to tease him, after all he did to her and he smiled down at her letting her know he knew and approved.

She pulled his cock up, surprised at its weight and girth. As she held it she dropped her head and began to lick his balls. The musky smell and taste only fueled her passion. Finally after a thorough tongue bath she looked up to him with his cock laying on her lower lip. Her eyes fixed on his as she slowly sucked the cock into her mouth. She got about two thirds of the way when she felt the bulbous head encroach on her throat. She pulled back and took a breath through her nose and slid her mouth farther down the shaft. 

Lori had learned to deep throat Tom and though he was not as big she felt she would soon have the whole cock in her mouth. She was glad she never had a gag reflex. This pattern of deep breaths followed by taking more and more cock continued for minutes. Lori's mouth was full of saliva and on each up stroke it would dribble out of her mouth onto her chest. The noises were almost like those of a fat man's labored breathing while eating. She did not care, she was determined to swallow the whole thing. 

Finally she felt her nose push into his pubic hair and felt his cock throbbing half way down her throat. He held her head and counted, "One thousand one, One thousand two and One thousand three."

When he finished he let the pressure off the back of her head and pulled his cock from her mouth. A string of ropey saliva spread from her lips to his tip of his cock until it finally broke and fell like a miniature lasso to her tits. She licked her lips and smiled.

"Not many women can take my cock all the way down like that. You did good, slut"

"Thank you, Ian. I wanted to please you," she whispered. "Please fuck me, I need to cum. Please."

"Crawl over to the bed and climb up there like a good dog. Lay on your back and spread yourself for me."

Past any embarrassment, Lori crawled and climbed onto the bed. She spread her legs and glanced over to Tom and said, "You are going to eat his load from my cunt."

She didn't wait for an answer because she felt the weight of Ian on the bed. His cock head pushed against her lips and entered her pussy easily. He had never felt a women so wet before. Not giving her time to adjust, Ian began to pump roughly in and out of her. He felt her legs wrap around his waist. He pounded her hard and could hear her muffled cries as her face was pressed against his shoulder. Words like 'fuck' and 'harder' and 'cum' echoed in the room. She wasn't making sentences but just muttering words. Ian usually could keep from cumming too quickly and as he felt his orgasm stirring he concentrated on making Lori cum first.

Finally the wave of relief and passion hit her and she screamed into his shoulder as her body shook uncontrollably for what seemed like minutes. Once he was sure she had cum Ian stopped fighting his bodies desires and came hard into her cunt. Tom could see Ian's ass clench as he pumped his wife with his seed. Toms cock was so hard it ached.

Once done they both stayed together, locked in the afterglow of two great orgasms. Finally after a few minutes, Ian reached behind him and pulled Lori's legs from his back. He stood up and a stream of cum dripped from her open cunt. Ian crawled back on the bed, moving up by her head and uttered three words.

"Clean me slut"

Without hesitation Lori lifted her head and began to lick and suck their mixed juices from his semi hard penis. She could feel it stir in her mouth. She was amazed he could recover so fast. She worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Hoping she could bring him off in her mouth.

"Tom," Ian spoke, "while your wife is sucking my cock I want you to eat her pussy. Make sure you clean her well and I'd like to see her cum again."

Tom looked up at Ian and remembered the story of the wolf. Tom knew he'd never be an alpha wolf. He got up from the chair and climbed onto the bottom of the bed. He looked at her swollen pussy and the white cream dripping from it. He looked first to his wife and saw her working furiously on Ian's cock, then he looked up at Ian who nodded his head at Tom. Tom stuck his tongue out and began to lick and suck as rapidly and noisily as his wife at the other end of the bed.

She came first and then while Tom looked up he could see her throat contract as she swallowed his load. Ian pulled away and asked Tom to go get him some ice because he wanted a glass of cold water. Tom left the room seeing the two talking softly. Once he returned Ian drank the water and extended his hand to Tom. 

"I enjoyed your wife and our time together. I hope it was what you expected." They shook hands and Ian turned to say good bye to Lori. She was fast asleep on the bed, tired beyond her limits from the events of the evening. "Let her sleep, Tom. You will have time to relive this night for years. Let her rest." 

Tom nodded in agreement and watched as Ian left the room. He undressed and thought about jerking off to relieve the ache in his balls but decided to wait until morning when he could make love to his wife. He turned off the light and feel fast asleep.

When he woke in the morning, Tom could hear the shower running. He thought about joining Lori but decided to wait. They had all day together. He looked at the clock and saw it was almost ten o'clock. He felt like last night was a dream, a long wet dream. He was glad they had done this and was also glad it was over.

At ten o'clock there was a knock on the door. Before Tom could get out of the bed Lori, clad in a hotel robe, came into the room. She said she'd get the door. When she opened it Ian was standing there. He bent over and kissed her on the mouth. A long wet kiss.

He looked at Tom when they were through and spoke, "I bet you didn't expect to see me Tom. While you were getting ice last night the slut and I talked. I have never seen a women embrace the submissive side as completely and fully as her."

"It seemed a shame to let it end after only one night. I told her I'd be here at ten o'clock and if she wanted to continue with our relationship she was to shave herself completely bald. If not I would say good bye again and leave. Well slut, did you make up your mind?"

Lori didn't speak, she didn't need to answer with words. She dropped the robe and stood nude in front of both men. She smiled but neither saw, they were looking at her freshly shaved cunt.

"Tom," Ian's voice broke the silence, "You have two choices. You can be part of the pack for the next few days and watch. Or you can refuse and I will take your wife with me and return her in three days. We both can see she has decided. What about you?"

"I will stay."

End of part three. Please write comments and criticisms about the story. Part four is mostly formulated but I could use any feedback. Please vote!



Trip to England Ch. 04



Tom sat with his head in his hands on the bed trying to understand what has happened. Last night he witnessed his wife of twenty five years being publicly humiliated and her having sex with another man. It was a fantasy of theirs and he had done everything he could to bring it to fruition. He admitted it was even better than every scenario he and Lori had acted out over the last year. Except he didn’t cum. She did often, and Ian did but not him.

Tom wasn’t upset about that, he figured he would have the rest of their trip to England and the rest of their lives to reenact each detail of what happened last night. No, what he was surprised and upset about was his wife left with Ian this morning. She shaved her cunt, to prove she was his slut, for him and followed him out the door without even a word. By doing what Ian asked she was agreeing to extend her submission to Ian for the rest of their time in Great Britain.

Ian had told Tom, since he was only taking her shopping and to lunch there was no reason for him to tag along.  He told Lori to put on a dress and heels, nothing else and go with him. He said when he used the slut later on he’d be sure Tom was present to watch.

Tom looked out the window at the beautiful sea side resort of Brighton. It was a clear day and instead of spending it with his wife exploring the historical sites he was afraid to leave the room. Afraid if he wasn’t here when they returned he might anger them, or worse go without him.

Three hours later Lori returned to the room , alone, carrying a few shopping bags from stores in the area. She told him Ian had picked out some outfits for her to wear. Tonight they would be going out for drinks at another nearby pub.

Tom cleared his voice, “Lori, I know you enjoyed last night, God knows I did, but how can you make a decision like this. Without even talking to me. You decided to stay here for the rest of our vacation, to cancel the three days in London....all of that without even saying anything.”

Lori did not raise he voice, though Tom knew she was angry by the tone, “Well Tom, did you consult with me about your three months of internet chatting with Ian. About how you told him my fantasies so I would be more likely to fall for him. About how you faked sickness so I’d be extra horny. About how you conveniently forgot your wallet so I’d be alone in the pub. Did you discuss any of that. Did you Tom!”

“I, I..I don’t know what he told you Lori,” Tom stuttered trying to think quickly, “It wasn’t like that....”

“It wasn’t Tom,” Lori cut him short, “at lunch today Ian showed me the E-mails from you, the copies of the chats you had. He even had recordings of your phone calls.”

“I’m sorry, Lori. I thought I was helping us, making our fantasy real for one day. Just one day.”

“You know Tom, maybe I could have believed that. I admit I enjoyed last night. Very much. But you weren’t planning OUR fantasy but YOURS. I saw the notes where you told Ian I was turned on by other women and wanted to be forced to service their cunts. I don’t remember that Tom. Or, or how I wanted to wear a butt plug in public. Did I say that Tom? Or how about the thing about when I am real horny and acting like a bitch I sometimes tell you I’d like that to really happen. A dog, for Christ’s sake Tom, how could you!”

Tom’s eyes started to moisten and he held his head down. “I am so sorry Lori. I never thought this would happen. I got carried away, I’d never let any one make you do those things.”

“Bull shit! You let him piss on me in an alley to mark his property. You didn’t say a word today when he told you I was his slut for as long as he wants. I loved you once, and you’re the father of my kids but you better stay out of this till we get home. Maybe we can work it out then, but for now I am going to do only one thing. Be Ian’s slut. I liked last night and want to continue.” 

Her voice never reached a higher than normal volume but her eyes told Tom he may have risked everything for his fantasy. She told him they were to meet Ian in an hour. She needed to get dressed. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of her black panties. She threw them at Tom.

“Ian wants you to wear them tonight. He wants you to know you are a pussy and there is no chance for you getting anything from me tonight! If you don’t wear them, don’t bother coming with me.”

She carried the shopping bags into the bathroom and closed the door. Tom picked up the panties from the floor and began to unbuckle his belt. He knew he should grab her and take her to the nearest train station and leave. He should kick in the bathroom door. But instead he felt his cock swell and harden as he slipped on her lacy underwear.

There was a knock at the door and Tom answered it.

“Hello, Sir I have a package from Mr. Holms,” stated the young bell boy.

“Mr. Holms?”

“Yes Sir, Ian Holms, the owner, my boss.”

“Oh, OK...I’ll take it,” Tom realized he had never asked Ian his last name.

“I’m sorry Sir, Mr. Holms said I was only to give it to the...the slut,” the boys couldn’t keep eye contact and looked at his feet.

Tom could not believe the brashness of Ian. To include a bell boy in this, to have him call her a slut. He knocked on the bathroom door and told Lori the bell boy had something from Ian and he had to give it to her personally. Lori walked out of the bathroom in her robe.

“Ma’am,” he pulled two plastic bottles out of the bag with large bent straw like tips. “Mr. Holms wants you to...to wash out your arsehole with these enemas. He, he..then. I..I’m sorry Ma’am, but I need this job. Then after I am suppose to insert this in your arse.” He held up a red butt plug. “He said to thank your husband for the idea.”

If looks could kill, Tom would have been long gone. Lori grabbed the two enema bottles and went into the bathroom. The two men, who really had nothing to say to each other stood quietly in the bedroom. After hearing the toilet flush twice the bathroom door opened and Lori walked out.

“OK, let’s do this now,” and she started to turn.

“I’m sorry Ma’am, there is more. You are to be naked and leaning over the ottoman by the window. Mr. Holms will be watching from another room.”

The anger and humiliation was subsiding and the excitement was rising. Lori could feel the heat in her body as she dropped the robe and walked over to the window. She opened the curtain and pushed the ottoman near the window. She was going to perform well for Ian. She got on her knees and laid across the stool. She reached around and spread her cheeks for the bell boy.

She could only imagine he was as embarrassed as she was. He walked over and pulled a tube of lubricant and the butt plug out of the bag. He remembered Mr. Holmes’ instructions and laid both on her back. He then put a rubber glove on his right hand. He could hear his heart beating and looked over at the husband who was standing and watching everything.

He grabbed the tube and squirted a little on her asshole, and heard her reaction to the cold. He placed more on his index finger and started to rub it over her rosebud. He stuck his finger in and stopped when he heard the intake of her breath. He hoped he wasn’t hurting her. He fucked her ass for ten times as he had been told, then pulling out his finger with an audible pop.

He reached for the red butt plug and put some lube on it. He pushed it against her ass and figured there was no way it would fit. But as he pushed the orifice opened and once the larger part passed the rim it popped in until the round base was all he could see. It looked to him like a giant red eye. He rose and remembered his last instruction; he pulled off the glove and dropped it on her back. He said his thanks and left quickly.

Lori let go of her ass cheeks and stood slowly. She had to admit it didn’t hurt but she felt very full. She wasn’t sure how it would feel when she sat down. She was ready to say something to Tom when the phone rang.

She lifted it and heard that familiar voice, “Good job slut. I wonder if any of my other customers were watching from their rooms. Get dressed and be in the lobby in 12 minutes.”

Lori dressed quickly in the outfit Ian had chosen this afternoon. She smiled to herself, knowing he had made her use Tom’s credit card for all the purchases and even lunch. Tonight she was wearing a black diaphanous long sleeve blouse with a black silk camisole underneath. She had a skirt that was just above her knees and slit up each side along the leg to about mid thigh. It was black also. She had black thigh high stockings and her black heels. When she looked at herself in the mirror she was pleased. She looked sexy but not cheap. This was an outfit she’d have no problem wearing when she got back to California.

It was a little uncomfortable walking with the butt plug but she found herself adjusting to the pressure and discomfort. They went down to the lobby and met Ian, who was dressed in his black leather pants and a silver and black dress shirt. He signaled to one of his employees as they approached him.

Lori was embarrassed when she recognized the bell boy from earlier today. Her face flushed. Ian introduced him as Roger, a student at the University of Sussex who had been working at the hotel for a little over a year. Ian then spoke to Tom.

“Tom, do you realize these kids who work for me are mostly starving students. I don’t pay them much, so their real source of income is tips. Now Roger here, tells me you didn’t tip him even a pound, and after what he did for your wife.”

Lori’s face turned bright red. Ian was in the lobby of the hotel talking about tipping this boy for putting a butt plug up her ass! Tom was equally embarrassed and was stuttering and reaching in his pocket for his wallet. Lori could not believe her husband’s behavior around Ian.

“I think ten pounds should be about right for lubing and inserting a plug in an arse, don’t you Tom. Don’t forget to thank the boy.”

Tom handed the note to the bell boy and grumbled a thank you. He then ask Ian to speak privately for a minute. They walked away from Lori who continued to blush when she saw the bell boy,in a group of hotel employees pointing at her .

“Ian, I cannot believe you kept records of our discussions and showed them to Lori. You may have ruined my marriage. I think this has to stop.”

“Lets get something straight. From the get go I was honest with you. I want to fuck and use your wife. After last night I believe she wants this too. In fact I know you both do. But don’t blame me, you are the one who went behind her back and set this all up. Now I don’t care what you do, but your wife and I are going to dinner at a pub where a half dozen of my friends are waiting. You can come or stay, but don’t fuck with me, understand.” 

Ian’s was in Tom’s face and seemed ready to pounce. Tom backed away and followed quietly behind Ian and Lori as they left the hotel. Ian led them a few blocks to another pub. This one was a bit larger and he explained he owned it. He took them into a back private room that usually was open only for parties or rugby games.

It had a paneled wood bar,a dart board and a small pool table. There were stools and tables around but all at bar height. Televisions hung throughout the room and banners from local rugby teams were on the walls. At one end was a long table set up with an assortment of foods and salads. The three of them were the first to arrive besides the bartender. Ian introduced him as Colin.

“Help yourself to some food Tom. I’m afraid the slut doesn’t get much to eat now, but I am sure there will be plenty of protein later for her,” Ian laughed. 

Tom said he wasn’t hungry so he sat at the end of the bar as Ian instructed and had a glass of ale. Ian pulled a stool over by the entry door and had Lori sit down, while he stood behind her, his body pressed against her back.

He whispered in her ear, “I hope that plug isn’t too uncomfortable,” as saying this he pushed her shoulders down forcing her ass against the wood stool. “For the rest of your time with me you will wear the plug to remind you that you belong to me. Take it out only when you need to use the loo, or when I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ian.” She was thankful he released the downward pressure on her body.

Ian told her he had called up some chaps he knew and wanted her to meet each one as they came in. He told her she was to follow his instructions to a tee and she was to do whatever his friends asked as long as Ian agreed. Whenever she wasn’t sure she was to look at Ian and unless he shook his head she was to proceed. If ever she wanted to stop she was to use the safe word, USA from last night. But if she did the night and their time together was through. He would not tolerate a submissive who refused him. She would be free to go but it was over once she used the word.

Lori was so nervous, yet she could feel her nipples harden and her pussy drip. As the men arrived Ian introduced her as his friend from America and she shook their hands. She didn’t remember their names and only recognized one man, Tad from last night. A knot in her stomach formed when he walked through the door. He smiled with his crooked nicotine stained teeth at her and as he shook her hand he leaned in and whispered how much he was going to enjoy the evening. After the seven men arrived Ian told them to help themselves to the buffet. He walked over to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila for Lori. He told her to down it at once. She sat on a stool in front of the bar and Ian stood behind her as before. He then put a pill in her mouth and told her to swallow. He said it would make her more relaxed.

It had been about thirty minutes and Lori was feeling the affects of the tequila and pill. No one had approached them and nothing sexual had been said. Except for the leers from Tad, it could have been a cocktail party at home. Ian made no mention of Tom nor did anyone pay him any attention.

“Boys, boys. May I have your attention,” Ian’s voice sounded out and the room quieted. ”This bird I introduced to you all is my special friend. Tell the boys why you are so special, Dear.” He was stroking her hair and whispered in her ear, loud enough for only Lori to hear, “Tell them what you are and who you belong to.”

“I’m his special slut. I’m Ian’s slut.” She said in a soft voice.

“Louder, they couldn’t hear you.”

“I’m his special slut. I’m Ian’s slut.”

“and what does my special slut do?”

“Whatever Ian and his friends want.”

The room filled with cheers and everyone was prodding each other. After a few seconds it calmed down and no one knew what to do next. A voice, the voice she knew from last night yelled out to Ian she didn’t dress like a slut.

“Tad, ole boy, I think you are right,” Ian reached up and squeezed her breasts while all eyes were on him. “What does a slut dress like Tad?”

“She should show a bit of her titties and arse, Ian.”

“Stand up slut. Colin hand me a pair of scissors would you.”

Lori stood and found her legs to be weak. Colin handed Ian the shears and he cut at the air with them. The noise scared Lori and she cowered in front of the crowd. Ian grabbed the hem of this well tailored skirt that they had spent over 80 pounds on and stuck the blade at the top of the slit along her leg. He started to cut through the material around to the other side. The panel in front of her dropped to the floor. The tops of her thigh highs and just below her cunt was visible to all eyes.

“Turn around.”

Ian cut again and the back panel fell. The men hooted and hollered. Ian had made a conservative tasteful skirt into nothing more than a broad belt. Lori knew if she sat back down on the stool her cunt would be visible to all. The humiliation of this was far more exciting then she could imagine. Ian told her to walk over to the banquet table and bring him a banger.

Lori walked slowly, knowing all eyes were on her. She grabbed the sausage on a small plate and handed it to Ian. He picked it up by the end and waved it up in down, mimicking a cock. The men all laughed. He took it and brought it too Lori’s lips, rubbing it ever so gently against them. Lori could guess what was coming and thought of biting it off but instead just stood there. 

Ian smiled at her and winked at the boys. “Suck” was all he said.

Lori opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the sausage. Ian began to push it in and out of her mouth until all but the little bit he was holding would disappear in her mouth. He would then pull it out to the very tip. He repeated this three or four times. Finally he put the sausage on the bar and picked up the shears. 

He pulled the see through blouse away from her body and snuck the scissors under the shoulders of her blouse. He snipped one then the other spaghetti strap of the camisole. It slipped slightly on her body but held. He smiled at the crowd, much like a poorly trained magician at a birthday party and cut away at the air again.

Ian then pulled the blouse away from her body and snuck the scissors between her stomach and the silk camisole. He cut upward until he had flayed open the protective top. He then had her turn toward him so Lori’s back was towards the men and reached under the blouse and, again like a magician tugged hard on the silk. The entire camisole, or what was left of it flew out from under her blouse and Ian waved it above her head as the men whistled and cheered.

Her bare back was clearly visible through the diaphanous blouse. Ian bowed to the audience and took Lori’s shoulders in his hands and turned her around. Her face reddened as she stood in a short skirt and a see through blouse in front of a group of strangers.

“Now does she look like a slut, Tad?” yelled the showman.

Ian was in his glory, the more he humiliated Lori the more the men cheered. They could never believe a woman would do these things and wanted to know how far he was planning to go. He looked at his friends and some were openly rubbing their crotches. He had another idea. Ian took the sausage from the bar and threw it across the room to just in front of where the men were.

“Be a good slut, and get that for me. Oh, and bend at the waist when you pick it up.”

Lori wasn’t sure if it was the pill, the excitement or what, but she was beyond refusing anything Ian asked. She walked over to the sausage and bent over. She could feel what was left of the skirt slide up over her ass and heard the men yell and ask Ian what was in her ass. She stood and the skirt stayed around her waist. Her ass and cunt was visible to all. She walked back to the bar and held the sausage out to Ian. He ignored it and spoke.

“Tell the boys what is up your arse hole and why.”

“It is a butt plug, that I wear at all times to remind me I am Ian’s slut.”

Lori looked over at the end of the bar and saw Tom standing and staring at her. She could see the tent in the front of his pants and knew their relationship could never be the same. Even these pigs, even Tad would never let their wife be treated so.

Ian had her sit on the stool and lean back against him as he stood. He told her lock her legs around the stool which forced her thighs apart. He then called Tad over. He whispered in Tad’s ear and the big man grabbed the sausage from the bar. 

He walked to the side of Lori so he wouldn’t block the view and put the sausage to her lips. Without being told she opened her mouth and allowed Tad to repeat what Ian had done. He then pulled it out and rubbed it up and down the lips of her cunt.

“Tell the boys you want my sausage,” he laughed. His spittle landed on her face and thighs.

“May I have your sausage, Tad.”

“Ask nicely and tell me where you want it.”

“Please may I have your sausage. Please fuck my cunt with your sausage,” then she added, knowing it would piss him off, “Fuck me with your sausage because it is bigger than your cock.”




Trip to England Ch. 04



The men all laughed and Tad was visibly angry. He pushed the sausage roughly into her cunt and walked away. It stuck out like an obscene cock. Ian reached around and slowly fucked Lori’s cunt while whispering in her ear, “that’s one man you didn’t want to piss off.”

He pulled it out of her cunt and put the tip in her mouth and told her to bite. Lori bit the end of the sausage off and chewed it as the men watched.

“Tom, please come over here and bring that box with you.” Tom walked over, embarrassed by the stain on his pants from the precum and stood by Ian.

“Boys, this wanker is Tom, the slut’s husband. He has rubbers in that box and anyone who wants to fuck the slut queue up by Tom. When you are done fucking her I want you to pull out and strip off the raincoat and do your thing on her pussy. If you are too quick, dump the cum from your rubber on her. Who’s first?”

They all raced to the form a line and looked in disdain at Tom when they collected their condom. Tad thanked him for letting them fuck his wife. One after another, while Ian stood behind her to support her body and a fellow on each side held her legs apart they fucked her. Most were quick, but Lori came more times then she could count. She loved being used like a piece of meat. Each would shoot their load on her stomach and cunt. Tad proved to be bigger than the sausage and fucked with a violence. She found his rough treatment the best. It didn’t take long for all eight of them including the bartender to use her.

Finally her legs were let down and everyone looked at her swollen cunt lips and coated mons. She spoke for the first time.

“Ian, can your slut ask something of you?”

“You did very well, slut so if I can do something for you I will.”

“I want him,” and she looked at Tom, “to clean me, now. I want to cum while your friends hold my legs and my husband eats every bit of cum off my body.”

The room was so silent the proverbial pin could have been heard. They looked at Tom, who said nothing. Ian nodded towards Tom and a couple of the men closed around him, ready to pounce, when her voice cut the silence.

“No, don’t force him. If he wants any chance, any fucking chance of us working things out when we go home, he has to do it on his own.”

Ian smiled, “Well Tom I guess it is up to you.”

Tom walked through the men and stood between Lori’s legs. She raised them and felt a man, on each side, gently grab an ankle. She was spread wide and covered with eight loads of semen. Some of it had dripped down the crack of her ass to puddle on the stool and floor.

Tom dropped to his knees and leaned forward. The smell of sex overwhelmed his nostrils. He tentatively licked at her cunt, then heard the chant of ‘Eat It, Eat It’ echo behind him. Doing it to save his marriage or satisfy his perversion; it didn’t matter. Tom went to work and did not stop until she was clean and had climaxed.

End of part 4. Please comment and let me know if I should continue. Vote! 



Trip to England Ch. 05



The men watched in silence as Tom stood up from between his wives legs and walked slowly to the bar. He sat down and took a sip of his warm, flat ale. After he left the men let go of her legs and she stood and tried to pull what was left of her skirt over her privates. She walked over to her husband and put a hand on his shoulder.

Tom looked up at his wife and smiled meekly. He loved her and though her anger was justified he hoped someday she would forgive him.

She spoke, still not with volume but with an angry edge, “Was it want you wanted, Tom? Did you enjoy watching me be a slut? Letting them fuck me, one after another while my legs were held open?” with that she reached between his legs and felt his throbbing cock.

“I should have known, your cock is ‘flamin’ that’s what we used to say when we played our games isn’t Tom? You’d say your cock was ‘flamin hard’ when we talked about me being used.”

Lori kept talking to him about how each cock felt in her cunt, all the while stroking Tom’s cock through his pants. She could tell he was close and she wanted him to cum in his pants, in her panties. She told him she hoped Ian wasn’t through with her because she wanted Tom to have every fantasy he ever had to happen. As she finished that sentence she could feel the spasm of his cock as he came in his pants.

“Because they’ll never happen with you!” she spat and walked away leaving him sitting in his cum filled pants.

Ian had been watching all of this and felt no sorrow for Tom, pity maybe for being such a fool but not sorrow. Lori walked up to Ian and stood by his side. The men were playing darts, glancing at her tits from across the room.

“Ian, are we through, I’d like to go with you and make love, just the two of us.” She rubbed his arm and smiled.

“Girl, come to your senses. Why would I like to make love to a slut like you? I might fuck you, but make love?” he laughed. “Besides I promised the three chaps with the best dart scores a blow job by you. The others can jerk off on you.”

Lori didn’t cry or get angry because Ian was right. She wanted to be a slut and could end it at any time, by saying her safe word. The worse he treated her the hornier she felt. She reveled in his perversion.

“Now be a good girl and strip everything but the nylons and heels off and give the boys something to play for.”

Lori did as she was told and Ian pulled a collar out of his pocket. It was a black, heavy Leather collar. Not the stylish type you see in S & M magazines or movies. No it was, was it was, a dog collar. The type you’d buy at the pet store for a Great Dane or some other big animal. He stepped behind her and placed it around her neck. It was rough and she was sure her neck would be rubbed raw. It felt heavy. The cold of the metal loop felt strangely refreshing as it hung on her upper chest.

The men were watching Ian with great interest. Ian walked behind the bar and pulled out a leash. It was a heavy chain with a clasp at one end and a black loop handle at the other.

“Another idea I got from Tom,” chuckled Ian as he clasped the chain to her neck. “Good thing I’m not into four legged bitches.”

He tugged on the leash and pulled her towards the dart board. He told her to keep her arms clasped behind her back unless otherwise instructed. Her neck hurt and she thought she must be a sight. A fifty year old mother of two grown boys, naked except for nylons and heels. Wearing a collar and leash and of course, don’t forget the butt plug. She wasn’t sure what was worse; the way she was dressed or how wet and hot it was making her.

“Boys, how’s the competition going?” Ian asked.

The third place had already been decided. A fellow named Jimmy. Lori thought he was a bit old to be called Jimmy, he was in his fifties. He was not unpleasant looking and she seemed to remember he was gentle when he fucked her earlier. The final two contestants were Colin, the bartender and Tad. The ugly, fat Tad with the bad teeth. The score was tied and they were about to begin the final round.

Ian said he wanted to make things interesting. First and second place could have the blow job as he had said, but whoever won could do anything they wanted to the slut. He pulled on the leash and led Lori to the losers and let them feel her. He stopped in front of Jimmy and told her to get on her knees and ask Jimmy if he’d like his prize.

She knelt on the hard floor and looked up at this man she didn’t know, “Jimmy, can I suck your cock for you. Please.”

“I’ll tell you Lass, I haven’t popped twice in a night since I was a lad. But give it a go.” With that her unzipped and pulled out his flaccid cock.

Lori leaned forward, remembering to keep her hands behind her back. His cock smelled of cum and sweat and a hint of latex from the condom. She was surprised how that seemed to excite her even more. She looked around at the other men and leaned forward engulfing his entire cock at once. She twittered her tongue and sucked hard. In her mind she heard herself screaming, “Come on Jimmy, get hard, you can do it!!!”

She wasn’t sure if the men could see the smile on her face as she felt his cock begin to swell. She made it her mission to make this man cum and she worked hard at her goal. She tried to keep her eyes open and looking up at his, knowing men loved women in this position. The men started to chant his name and he grabbed her head with both arms. He furiously pumped into her mouth like he would his fist. Then she felt Ian reach between her tits and grab the chain. He pulled it between her legs and stood behind her. As Jimmy continued the assault on her mouth Ian pulled the chain up so the cold metal links rubbed deep between her cunt lips.

Lori knew she was going to cum again, that Ian wanted to make her cum while she was being used as a fuck toy. She didn’t care, she started to drop her weight down against the chain so as to push it harder against her clit. Jimmy started to yell and his body stiffened as he thrust his cock into her mouth. Her nose was mashed against his pubic hair as he emptied a small but pungent load down her throat. Lori’s body convulsed in climax.

Jimmy pulled his cock out, and rather quickly stuffed his dick back in his pants and for lack of something better to say he mumbled a thank you. Ian dropped the leash and for a split second the chain stayed imbedded between her lips until gravity won and the metal clanged on the floor. Ian told her to stand and helped her to her feet.

The dart match was all but forgotten until they heard Tad’s voice yell in victory. He walked over to Ian and said, “The bitch is mine!” Ian reached down and grabbed the leash, handing it to Tad.

His voice resonated in the room, “If you hurt her, you answer to me! Now let her suck off Colin first.”

“Sure, Ian. But we’ll do it my way. If I get out of line just let me know,” roared Tad.

Tad dragged Lori over to the pool table and had some boys roll up a table cloth along the bumper area. He had he lie on her back with her head hanging over the table. He took a pool cue and handed it to Lori telling her to fuck herself. Lori, even wet found the cue to hard to push into her cunt. Before Ian could say anything Tad grabbed the cue and walked over to the banquet table. He grabbed a bottle of salad oil and poured it all over the shaft. He handed it back to Lori who was able to insert it much easier. She used both hands to fuck herself while all eyes watched. Colin walked over to the table with his cock out but found it too high for him to comfortably stick it in her mouth.

One of the guys went behind the bar and grabbed a case of beer and put it down in front of Colin. He stepped up and found he was now able to accomplish his goal. His cock slid into her mouth and with her neck bent so he was able to fuck her throat with ease.  These were innovative men Lori thought.

While this was all going on Tad reached out and grabbed Lori nipples and twisted. She stopped moving the cue and moaned in pain around the cock.

“Make fun of me, will you?” he twisted again, glancing at Ian to be sure he wasn’t over stepping his boundaries. “Keep fucking that cue or I will rip your nipples off.”

Lori started back moving the stick, deeper and deeper, becoming numb to the pain. Actually beginning to thrive on it. She felt Colin’s cock start to spasm and he pulled it out and ordered her to suck his balls. She opened her mouth and sucked both sacs in her mouth while continuing to masturbate. Tad was still working her nipples and Colin was jerking his cock.

He pulled his balls out of her mouth and aimed his cock at her face. Load after load of whitish yellow fluid splashed across her nose and eyes. She had to keep her eyes closed because a puddle of cum had filled the orbit. Colin stepped down and Tad let go of her breasts. He reached down and pulled the cue from her hands and pussy. 

Lori laid there breathing heavily and listening to the noises around her. She was afraid to open her eyes, she was sure the cum would burn them. She was ready to reach to her face to wipe her eyes when Tad told her not to move.

She could feel his presence leave the area and return. She heard some laughter, knowing he had something planned. She felt something rubbing on her face, soaking up the cum. He told her to keep her eyes closed while he cleaned her up. Finally she felt the tug of the leash and she sat up on the pool table.

“You can open your eyes,” Lori tried to open and for a bit her lashes were stuck together. When opened the light was bright and it took her a second to adjust. After blinking a few times she saw Tad standing by her with a plate.

“I noticed you hadn’t eaten. Well go ahead.” She looked down and saw a dinner roll on a plate that had been torn in half and used to sop up all the cum. “Eat, slut.”

She looked at Ian and got no help from him. Her husband was at the end of the table watching. She reached out and grabbed the first half. She placed it in her mouth and slowly bit into it. She finished her meal while all were watching. Tad laughed. Lori said she’d rather eat cum soaked bread then kiss a foul mouthed pig like him. Tad stopped laughing.

Ian was worried for her safety and told Tad it was time to wind things down, so what was next. Tad thought and said he didn’t want to fuck the dirty bitch. But he would give her a choice. She could kiss him on his foul mouth or let him spank her with a ruler ten times. He walked over to the dart area and grabbed a metre stick used to measure shots and snapped it against his open palm. The crack of the ruler echoed through the room.

“One kiss, or ten whacks.”

Lori climbed off the pool table and walked up to Tad. Her nipples were pressed against his shirt and she leaned as if to kiss him. He opened his mouth to receive hers when she turned laid her stomach against the pool table and stuck her ass out.

The room was silent and Tad’s anger was written across his face. He lifted the ruler and Ian grabbed his arm, “Ten hits, Tad but believe me if you break skin, if she bleeds, you will answer to me!”

Lori, as she laid across the felt wondered why that wasn’t her husband talking. The first blow hurt like hell, as did the second. She realized she may be a submissive slut but she wasn’t a pain slut. She endured the remaining blows and could feel the welts rising on her ass.

The men left in silence and when they were all gone Ian handed her a raincoat and told her to get some rest. Tomorrow he would take her on a tour of the city. She deserved a day off.

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Trip to England Ch. 06



Lori and Tom walked to their hotel with the crisp sea breeze blowing at them. Lori's ass hurt from the session with Tad. She said nothing to Tom and he did not try to start any conversation. When they got to the room Lori dropped the coat and kicked off her shoes. She fell on the bed, face down and was too tired to remove her nylons.

She felt the weight of Tom as he sat next to her. Next she felt a gentle cooling sensation as he applied an aloe vera solution on the welts. It felt so soothing that she just laid there. He made no attempt to touch her pussy and she realized he was doing this only to help her. Later he rolled each thigh high stocking off and covered her with a sheet. Lori fell into a deep sleep, hearing Tom start the shower.

She woke midmorning and turned over gently on her back. Her ass was still tender but much improved. She thought of the butt plug and knew she would need to remove it and reinsert it this morning. Tom was not in bed with her and when she turned she saw him asleep in a chair with his feet up on the ottoman. She smiled and thought he either slept in the chair so as to not disturb her or because he was afraid she'd through him out. She knew him well enough to know it was the former.

She slowly got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up and took care of her butt plug. I felt odd when it was out and she felt no hesitation in replacing it. While in the shower she shaved herself, coming to grips with the fact she was enjoying this. Yes, Tom lied and deceived her but ultimately she followed the path on her own. Their marriage was suffering but she thought not terminally.

After her shower she walked into the room and saw Tom awake and sitting up. She walked over to him and brushed his hair out of his eyes with the back of her hand.

"Tom, we have been through a lot. I am not ready for it to stop. I think we will be okay once we get home. I only hope I don't like it too much."

An expression of relief crossed his face and he said, "Lori, I am sorry, Do what you need to do but, please come back to me."

She smiled and bent over and gently kissed his cheek. Their tender moment was interrupted by the phone. Lori answered it and wished Ian good morning. She spoke with him for awhile, mostly just listening and describing how her ass felt. She hung up the phone and told Tom Ian would pick them up in an hour. He was going to give them a tour of Brighton, and weather permitting he'd take them on a walk along the seashore.

Lori wore a pair of capri pants and a t-shirt with a sweatshirt. She wore boat shoes because Ian said the beaches were not sandy but rocky. Tom wore jeans and a polo shirt with tennis shoes, They looked like American tourists, except for the fact she had an anal plug and Tom was wearing his wives panties. They both dressed as Ian had instructed.

They met in the lobby of the hotel and Ian had 'hop-on-hop-off' bus passes for the three of them. He was carrying a canvas bag with towels for the beach and a bottle of wine. 

The day was spent seeing sights including the Palace Pier and The Royal Pavilion, where Queen Victoria vacationed. Nothing was mentioned of last night and Ian was very cordial. He never refereed to her as "Lori", nor 'slut'. The funny thing was Lori was hoping at some point her submission would be tested. After visiting some of the trendier shops of the North Laines, they caught the bus to the promenade overlooking the English Channel. It was getting a bit chilly as the late afternoon approached. They walked along this once fabulous boardwalk and then onto the beach. They strolled along the sea on the gravel like beach front, while Ian continued with his history of the area. They walked for awhile and the crowds had lessened.

Lori was looking ahead when she saw two women in the distance waving. She pointed them out to Ian.

"Oh, those are friends of mine. It is Tich and her pet."

He noticed Lori's questioning glance and continued, "I know them through the D/s community here. They are in a 24/7 relationship. Tich is the top and her pet, Snake is the bottom. They have been together almost four years I would guess. This is a lifestyle to them, not a game like it is for you two."

Lori watched them approach. The women on the left was an attractive women in her thirties. She was about five foot three or four with beautiful dark brunette hair. There was a wave in it and looked sexy blowing in the sea breeze. She had large breasts which were obviously unencumbered as as they stopped a few feet from them, Lori noticed a self assured style and pretty green eyes. Though she would look in place at a school meeting Lori guessed she was Tich, the dominate one. Her guess was made easier because the other girl was wearing a collar and her nose was pierced.

The 'pet' looked a little younger and was dressed in Goth attire. Her hair was short and jet black with a red streak through one side. She wore the black collar, a black sweat shirt, black jeans and black Doc Marten's boots. Her nails were painted black also. Her skin was pale, even more so because of her dress. She didn't look up and stayed a few feet behind Tich.

"Hello Ian, I am glad we ran into you. Is this your slut from America?"

"Yes, and her husband Tom. I have been giving them the tour of our little city by the sea."

"We are just out by the breakers and it is quite deserted today. Shall we take our pets for a walk?"

"I'd love to, slut walk along side Snake and Tom you can follow us."

They started to walk and Lori fell into place next to the girl called Snake. Ian and Tich caught up on news and such and essentially ignored the other three. After about thirty minutes they came upon a stretch of beach that was fenced and Lori noticed a warning sign stating it was a 'clothing optional beach'.

Ian spoke, "Brighton beach had the first nude beach in all of England, well the first city approved. Mostly it is used by the gay men in the area but today I imagine it is pretty quiet what with the time and the chilly weather. Tom hand me the canvas bag."

Ian grabbed the bag he had brought and pulled out the beach blanket, which he gave to Tom to hold. Next he pulled out the collar and leash from last night. With a smile on his face he looked at Lori.

"Strip, everything but the shoes and of course the plug."

Tich looked at her pet and without speaking just nodded her head slightly. Without hesitation the girl began to disrobe. Lori felt the excitement grow and started to undress even in spite of the cold. Ian told Tom to collect all their clothes and put them in the bag. 

Lori looked up after removing her pants and saw the other girl naked. She now knew why the name 'Snake'. Starting from her bald pussy, which had at least four rings through the lips, was the tail of a snake. The tail actually appeared to be coming from between her pussy lips and wrapped around her hip going , Lori guessed behind her back and it reappeared again under the girl's armpit with its head on her opposite breast. The eye of the snake was centered on her nipple which sported a gold ring.

The colors were brilliant reds, greens and yellows all contrasting against her pale skin. It must have taken days or months to complete. Lori could only imagine the pain she must have felt.

Tich noticed Lori and Tom staring at the tattoo and as she pulled a leash from her purse and attached it to the collar she spoke to them for the first time.

"When my pet and I decided on our relationship we decided to rename her. I have always liked snakes and thought she should be adorned with one. When she is at work, or visiting her parents, she is still Beth, but all other times she is my Snake. Aren't you dear?" Tich emphasized her control by tugging downward on the leash until the girl was kneeling in front of her.

"I see someone took the switch to the sluts bottom. It doesn't look like you work Ian. Very sloppy."

"Yes, it was Tad. The bird sassed Tad and generally pissed him off. She is lucky it wasn't much worse. Come here slut." Lori approached Ian, her body covered with goose bumps from the cold, and stood as he placed the collar and leash.

"Let's walk shall we?" he stated.

It must have been a sight for the few people on the beach. Two naked women, one old and one young, both naked and being led by a leash along the shore. A third male walked behind the group. Lori felt so free and exhilarated by this that the cold and the prying eyes were ignored.

After a while they came upon an area where a dune blocked much of the view from the rest of the beach. Tom was instructed to lay the beach blanket on the ground. He then was told to open the wine and pour two glasses for Ian and Tich. They toasted each other, clinking glasses and sipping their wine. After a bit Tich spoke.

"Ian tells me your husband wants to see you with another women. Well I am not interested in sluts. Luckily for you my pet does as she is told."

Lori glared at Tom and thought about calling it quits. Ian tugged on her leash and brought his face next to Lori. "Do as Tich says, girl. Do not disappoint me!"

Tich ordered Lori to lie on the blanket and spread her legs. The dune offered a wind break and Lori noticed it being warmer as she laid down. He cunt was burning with excitement.

Tich spoke, "I am sure you have noticed the piercing on my pet. Ears, nose, lip, belly button, labia and nipples. I especially enjoy holding her hand when they are done. Anyway, that is beside the point. Slut there is one more that I think you are going to enjoy more than all the others. Snake, tongue!" 

Lori jumped at the tone of Tich's voice and looked at Snake who for the first time today lifted her head and opened her mouth. Her tongue stuck out from her black coated lips and glimmering in the sunlight was a large ball attached to a piercing in the anterior third of her tongue.

Tich pulled the girl until she was standing between Lori's outstretched legs. She pulled down and like a well trained animal, Pet dropped to her knees. Tich looked at Lori and stated.

"I am not sure why Ian is wasting his time with you. He has his reasons and is a good friend. Know this girl, I love my Pet very much and if you do anything to hurt her feelings or make her feel unwelcome, I promise you will wish Tad was here instead of me."

Lori was taken aback by the words and was afraid to say anything. She looked at Ian for help and he looked down at her and said.

"Slut, spread your cunt for Snake and ask her, so everyone can hear, to please lick your pussy."

Snake," Lori said as she pulled her wet lips apart, "please, lick my pussy. Eat my cunt, PLEASE!"

The pale skin girl obviously had much practice because soon all thought of her being a women and this a beach were forgotten. Lori could only focus on the sensation between her legs. The tongue and lips knew how to stimulate a women and when she pushed the stainless steel ball against her clit, Lori began a series of orgasms that didn't let up until Tich pulled her pet away.

Lori was barely coherent when Ian told her to get up. Snake was told to lie back and spread her legs. Lori knew what was wanted of her and as she crawled between the thighs she felt ready to prove herself to Ian. As she was nearing the girl, Lori heard her voice for the first time. It was quiet and high pitched, not what Lori would expect.

"Ma'am," she spoke directing her voice towards Tich, "May I speak?"

"Yes, my Pet. What is it?"

"You know I always do as I am told, but if it isn't too upsetting for you and Ian, I'd prefer not to have this women touch me."

"Why?"

"Because I see it in her eyes, she thinks you and I are different, are strange. She is a slut and I don't want a slut's mouth touching where yours does. She will return to America and go back to thinking she is the normal one, when we are, we are at least honest!" tears formed in her eyes and her mascara dripped along with the tears.

Lori was stunned. She was being rebuked by this snake tattooed, pierced red streaked lesbian. This was the first humiliation she felt that did not excite her.

"Get dressed, Pet. I am sorry Ian, but like I said I am not sure why you are spending time with these two." Ian nodded and watched in silence as Snake dressed. He gave Tich a kiss on the cheek and watched as they walked away, holding hands. Ian pulled on the leash bringing Lori to her feet and began walking towards Brighton. Tom rushed to pack the blanket and catch up with them.

When they approached the boundaries of the nude beach Ian let Lori dress. He said he was hungry and took them to a restaurant along the Promenade, or boardwalk. 

End of part 6---please respond if I should continue



Trip to England Ch. 07



Final Chapter

There wasn’t much conversation after the incident on the beach. They had an early dinner and headed back to the hotel. Ian told Lori to dress in the other outfit he bought her and she and Tom should meet him in the lobby.

Husband and wife headed to their room. Lori went to the bathroom to dress and Tom sat down on the bed reflecting on the past few days. He was conflicted, but knew this could not continue. He decided to confront Lori when she walked out of the bathroom.


At first, he was at a loss for words when he saw his wife. She was wearing a lycra or similar material neon green dress. It looked as though it was painted on her body. The scoop neck exposed her creamy breasts and her nipples were clearly outlined through the material. The skirt barely went beyond the junction of her thighs and she wobbled slightly on bright neon green matching five inch heels. The last outfit had given an outward appearance of class mixed with sexiness; this one was nothing but slutty.

“Lori, it is over. We, or least I am packing up and leaving,” he stared at her eyes, “Mistakes were made, I will admit that, by both of us. I am not taking any more of this. We leave together now, or next time we meet will be in a lawyer’s office.”

Lori said nothing at first, then walked over to Tom and whispered, “Tom, I. I am sorry. Somehow the game got carried way too far. Forgive me.”

Tom kissed her on the forehead and told her to start packing. Lori said she wanted to change first. While Tom was putting things away Lori emerged from the bathroom dressed in a simple skirt and black sweater, Her bra strap could be seen at her shoulder and Tom thought she looked more beautiful then he had ever seen.

Lori told Tom she was going to go downstairs and tell Ian they were leaving. Even though Tom protested Lori said Ian had only done what they had wanted and she felt she owed it to him to explain their leaving. Tom assented, telling her he’d finish packing.

Lori knocked on the door to Ian’s office and entered when she heard his accented voice. He looked up from his desk and an expression of disappointment crossed his face when he saw her attire. He figured out what was coming.

“That’s not the outfit I was expecting,” he said as she approached his desk. “Change in plans?”

“Yes, Ian. ‘USA’, I’m using my safe word. It is over. Tom and I have decided to head to London tonight. We are through with this.”

Ian rose and walked over to the built in bar while speaking, “I see. Well, I can’t say I am happy, but I understand. Let’s have a farewell drink, shall we, Lori?”

When she heard her name, the first time Ian had used it, she relaxed a bit. He was being very good about this and Lori knew she was right to meet him face to face.

What she didn’t notice was the vial of liquid Ian slipped into her drink. Something they used when making adult films. A concoction that raised a women’s libido, lessened her resistance and dulled her nerves. Unlike the date rape drug it didn’t knock them out.

He smiled as they toasted and knew the affects were fairly rapid.

Tom waited for almost an hour before he became nervous. He looked around the room and turned the desk chair on its side. With one downward crush of his foot he shattered the leg of the chair. Picking up the wood leg he hefted it in his hand and swung it through the air. He stuck it in his belt behind his back and under his jacket.

He knocked on Ian’s door and entered before hearing a reply. There at the desk was Ian, looking up with a smirk. The room was empty.

“Ian, where is my wife?”

“Well, Tom I will tell you. She came down here to tell me you and her had decided to leave. No discussion with me. Said Tom had decided, Tom doesn’t decide shit around here. You understand what I am saying Tom? Shit, you don’t decide shit!”

“Ian, it is over, where is Lori?”

“Well maybe we should ask the slut if she really wants to leave.”

Ian pressed a button under his desk as he pushed his chair away from the desk. Tom was startled at first. There attached to Ian’s cock was Lori. She crawled as quickly as possible so as not to lose her oral grip on his member. She was nude and for a moment the only noise in the room was the sounds of her sucking.

The moment of surprise changed to anger. Tom’s first thought was to leave. Lori had lied to him so she could be slut to ian one more time. Then he looked in her eyes. These weren’t the eyes of his wife, these weren’t the eyes of Lori when she played the slut either. These were the eyes of someone drugged and unaware or unable to understand what was happening.

Tom reached behind his back and grabbed the club, while at the same time three of Ian’s men he had summoned busted into the room. Tom turned and brought the first down with the club. As he went to swing again his body suddenly convulsed and he fell into a heap on the floor unable to stop his muscles from twitching.

The thug with the taser bent down and zapped Tom again, just for good measure. Lori was vaguely aware of the commotion and through a haze wondered why Tom was dancing while lying on the ground. Before she could ask Ian pushed her head back towards his crotch. She swallowed his cock.

Tom awoke, how much time had passed he did not know. His body ached and he tried to move until he realized he was shitless and duct taped to a wood chair in what seemed like an empty storeroom somewhere in the belly of the hotel.  His arms were taped palms up against the wood chair arms and hurt in this awkward position. His mouth was taped shut and he could not move.

A bright light illuminated the room and when Tom’s eyes adjusted he saw Ian at the doorway and the wall facing him was covered with heavy curtains, much like a theater.

Ian walked up to the chair and said, “Well, Tom you put one of my boys in the hospital. Didn’t think you had it in you, boy. No one, NO ONE, leaves Ian Holmes. You piece of shit. “

Two of his men came in, one holding a long rubber hose and a small kit. The other held a taser, hoping he’d be able to use it again. They approached and the man with the hose wrapped it around Tom’s right arm. He then began to remove a syringe and vial from the little etui. Tom’s eyes widened and he struggled in vain against his bonds.

Ian continued, “This is Freddy. You damn near killed his brother. He’s got some heroin. You ever take heroin, Tom. I doubt it. You will feel a warm rush go through your body. He’ll give you enough to fuck you up, but not too much for you to miss the show.”

With that Ian opened the curtain and a wall of glass looked into a bedroom. Here is where they filmed the movies he produced.

Tom’s eyes blinked as he recognized the figure in the room. He felt the prick in his arm and felt the drug curse through his veins. A fog descended on him but he could still see. There in the room was Lori on her hands and knees. In her mouth was a large black cock pounding in and out of her throat and another fucking her from behind. A room filled of men, ten to fifteen, some black some white, some dressed some nude lingered around the bed. 

Two men with shoulder held cameras and bright lights were moving around the room trying to find the best angle for the filming of the debauchery.

“Gang bang movies are a big seller here. I imagine they are in California. Think your boys will run across this one at the local video store, Tom?”

It was as if Tom was outside of his body watching this all happen at three quarter speed. Every time he would start to doze, Freddy would toss water in his face and hold his head up, forcing him to watch Lori. He watched like someone who cannot turn away from watching a auto wreck. How long and how many injections he was given Tom could not tell. It could have been days or perhaps only minutes.

Tom woke up in a strange room in a bed. Next to him was Lori. They were both unfettered by ropes or tape. Lori was asleep, he could see her body moving slightly with each breath. 

She was laying on her stomach and her ass was bruised and covered with what could only be dried cum. Her asshole was raw and had obviously been fucked multiple times. Across her back, along her bikini line, in black letters with an arrow pointing downwards were the words: BLACK COCK ONLY. He gently rolled her over to try and awaken her when he was startled again. Both of Lori’s nipples were pierced with small gold rings and above her pussy was another tattoo. This was an English flag with the word ‘slut’ written under it.

He tried to rouse her from her sleep to no avail. Tom rose trying to figure out where they were. He got his bearings and figured he was in a hotel near Heathrow airport. He found a note taped to the mirror. It was from Ian.

It said their airplane tickets were on the table along with their suitcases. Ian said it would be best if they left the following day. If they went to the authorities his wife's movies would be sent stateside and Freddy and his taser would be back. Ian said to chock up their trip to England to experience. They both got involved too deeply with the wrong people. 

Six months had passed. Tattoos and rings had been removed. Blood tests still turned up negative for STDs and excuses had been made to family and friends. Their marriage was different but still strong. Fantasies were not discussed or embellished. They made love, they didn’t fuck.

Tom told his wife he had to visit his parents in Florida, at a time he knew she couldn’t get out of commitments. His flight went to Miami but he caught a connector to England. Tom wasn’t a brave man but he was a smart man. He cased Ian’s movement until he knew his habits and routines. Ian wasn’t a careful man. Two weeks later Tom was on a plane back to the States.

The police figured it was a rival hit. Ian Holmes was known to be a crime lord in Southern England. It was a savage killing as these type usually are. They didn’t investigate too deeply, it was one less thug to deal with. 

The night he came back, Lori could see in his eyes what had happened. She never spoke a word about it. She never tried to find out what happened. She just loved her man.

The end. 

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