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Lindsay Loves It Ch. 01

By: Thadsgood



This is a story about people who have sex outside of their marriage and enjoy it. This isn't a wimp/cuckold story and yes, you can argue about the definition of cuckold if you so desire. For the hundreds of people who routinely enjoy my stories, I hope you continue to do so. For the one or two rage filled idiots who read them anyway knowing what they are about just so they can anonymously wage their own crazy war, too bad. There's no forum on this story to vent your hate, there's no voting or comments allowed. You'll have to twitter, instagram, or blog your pointless anger.

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Hi, I'm Lindsay. I'm married to Cody, very happily. I'm 28, Cody is 31. I'm just under 5 feet tall (though I always say I'm 5' 2"). I have big, firm tits, at least for someone so small. I have a round, tight, bubble butt which is invitingly spankable. I'm curvy, as Cody says. He loves my body. He refers to me as a "spinner," because he can spin me on his big, delicious cock. I was blessed with really soft, smooth skin, probably a result of my celtic heritage. I'm a natural strawberry blonde.

Cody is 6 feet tall, athletic still, and still has the tight, muscular body he had in college as a lacrosse player. He has the toned muscle more of a swimmer than a body builder. My girlfriends have been endlessly jealous of me because of him. He's got that strong, firm jaw and most often has a sexy five o'clock shadow look. His hair is thick and wavy. He's a winner. 

I'm a bit of a slut. Ok, maybe more than a bit. I've pretty much always been that way. I love the hell out of sex, I can't get enough of it. I was very popular in school and I never dated anyone where it didn't end in the guy at least getting his dick sucked. I'm always thinking about it and after having it I'm already thinking about how and when I can get it again. Not all that coincidentally, we met in a situation that exemplified it. 

I was still a senior in high school and through the grapevine I heard about a fraternity party. I dressed up as sexy as I could and tried to pass myself off as a college girl. It was like a dream come true for me, there were all those young, horny men just waiting to devour me. Cody was one of the frat boys. For years after, he actually thought he "saved" me from his fraternity brothers. He found out only much later what I really was into. By the time he had "rescued" me, I'd already sucked off two of his buddies, which he didn't learn until later. My sex drive is still high, and sucking cock is one of those things that drive me crazy with desire. 

Cody, being a fit, young male, was able to keep up with me in his early 20's. However, as time goes on my sex drive far outpaces his, even though we still have fantastic sex together but, what we used to do daily we now do 2 to 3 times a week. Without even having to have a discussion about it, Cody brought up the idea of me having sex with others. We'd been married about 3 years by then. We've continued our lifestyle to this day. We like to play games. Anything either of us does always includes the other (yes, I also consented to him having other women, as well, which a couple of my lusty friends have taken full advantage of). 

I am out there more often, not surprisingly. Turns out Cody gets nearly as much pleasure hearing about my activities as he does having me himself, though he generally has me each and every time after I've been with someone else. He calls me having sex with others, "foreplay" for the two of us. I tend to agree, even though I often have incredible sex with someone else, when I get home Cody never fails to completely satisfy me. On those nights, at least for a few hours, I am completely and fully satiated.

So for us, it's a win win, it's given me more sex, both with others AND with Cody, as he always wants to when I fool around. As for the games, we both like to play them, knowing each other's wants and desires so well. We both like the teasing, the buildup and elements of humiliation that having sex with others can bring. 

Cody is no wimp and I'd never treat him like one, but, there still is some built in humiliation at having your wife at the mercy of someone else. Conversely, there's always some embarrassment for me, being married and being used in unique ways. We both use that for each other's pleasure. There's also no denying Cody, I'd never keep that cock away from my mouth or my pussy, unless it was part of game we were playing. Even when that happens, he knows he won't have to go without it for very long, neither of us could stand that.

Cody also knows my desire to be taken. He knows I prefer men who take what they want, who don't ask. I like being spanked, tied up, and used good and hard. You'd be surprised at how difficult that is to find. Most men I run into are into the whole, "sensitive lover" thing. I don't need that. I can get that from Cody, who also can give me the rough treatment as well. No, if I do it, I like men who make me.

That brings me to one of our first games that included others. I've always been a daddy's girl. My daddy was in the military, he was strong, he was rough, he was crude, but he was loving. I'm sure it's where I got my desire for spanking. Daddy never spared the rod. I got spanked often, being kind of a wild child. It was always bare assed, too, which added to the embarrassment. Even when I was older he spanked my bare ass in front of my girlfriends. 

He died too young, though no doubt it was due to how much he smoked and drank. Cody, on the other hand, was raised by former hippies. They are totally anti-military, anti-government. Cody tends to be more like them, though he doesn't blame soldiers for the situation they get in. He's more empathetic to the soldier, while still being against military, or at the government's use of them, at least. He and I would "discuss" our differences every time I would see a military man in uniform. I couldn't help it, it never fails to get me worked up. I know it's a psychological thing due to my daddy. Cody would just shake his head and joke about me wanting to "service" them.

This led to what really started to open our marriage. I'd already begun having extramarital sex for nearly two years. Sometimes I'd get a dinner or a movie out of the deal, but it was just for the sex for me. Cody had already nailed two of my friends. 

At the beginning, we were both kind of embarrassed to talk about what we'd done with others. However, as it went on, we found that talking about it, sharing it actually increased the pleasure of it all. For instance, my first few "flings" I had were often just blow jobs to lucky men I flirted with at our athletic club. Naturally, I'd tell Cody after I came home but he was reluctant to discuss it. After a time though, we discovered that my telling him about it heightened both of our enjoyment. He began to love hearing about it and, I enjoyed telling him. He also began helping me "plan" things, even suggesting who, or where. I really dug his involvement in it. 

It was the best of both worlds for me. One of the first examples of it was when I mentioned to Cody about how one of the men at the club was hitting on me. I'd already had sex with a couple of other guys from the club by that time. Cody really got into hearing about him, how obviously excited it made me, how attractive I thought he was. He told me he wanted me to make sure the guy got to see plenty the next time I went in. He had me wear my tight black yoga pants and a really tight, lycra top which does poor job of hiding my nipples, especially when i'm excited (which is often!). 

Cody told me to go to the club, see if he was there, hit on him. I was to lead him on, and if he was game, take him out to the parking lot and suck his cock. I found out why later. I did as he suggested, I was creamy just thinking about it. The guy was totally receptive to my flirting and I had no trouble convincing him to come outside with me. He had a nice big SUV and I gave him a long, leisurely blowjob in comfort. When I got home, Cody was all smiles. Turns out he'd parked on the hill, just above our level and watched the whole thing. We had a memorable night of fucking, reliving it together. 

Now I saw Cody's potential to get into it all as much as I wanted to. Cody liked to watch, to hear about it all. We vowed to be more adventurous. We discussed fantasies, certainly the military fantasy, but also things that had been percolating in my head, like the fraternity party thing. Both of us felt that it was left "unfinished" in a way. One of Cody's biggest turn ons is thinking of my smooth skin and wet pussy fucked by a black guy. I'd never done it, but I wasn't averse to it. 

Cody surprised me by revealing something he'd kept secret since our wedding. He said he "noticed" that I was flirting with one of the waiters at our reception. He was right, I had flirted and danced with Juan. At the time it was harmless. I wouldn't have cheated on Cody then, and certainly not at our own wedding. However, Cody now mentioned how hot he thought that was, the possibility of some strange guy getting me while I still had on wedding attire and that I couldn't even wait one day to have someone else's cock. 

It wasn't quite true, of course. It was in my nature to want to but I wouldn't have and, unbeknownst to Cody, Juan was a gay as they come, I found out later he'd actually been taken home that night by one of my brother's gay friends. Still, the thought that it excited Cody to think of me like that really opened my eyes. He still uses the thought to fire himself up when we have sex. In lust, he keeps saying he wishes I had done something.

However, up to this point it was kind of just random, hit and miss. It was a feeling out process which led to what happened. We were vacationing in Daytona Beach. We'd hinted to each other that this would be a good time to spread our wings, or as Cody teased me, to, "spread my legs." Cody even put a little pressure on me by saying he wanted to avoid having sex with me until he could get seconds. He knows he can probably go longer without it than me, it was more of a punishment for me than him! Cody encouraged me to parade around the beach all day in a skimpy bikini. Even before our adventures he always enjoyed me exhibiting my body to others. I was showing plenty of T & A, we both viewed it as advertising.

We went out together for two nights but didn't find the right kind of place or crowd. The third night, however, we found just the place. We were together, at a beach restaurant. It was one where you can just walk off the beach in your beachwear and sandals and plop right down at the bar or a table. I had on my bikini from the day of sunning and walking the beach. I had a see through white lacy cover on top. I had put on my levi short shorts which let my ample ass peek out on the bottom. I was so fucking horny by this point. We'd denied each other for days now and all day I had to watch as beautiful, muscled men walked by. It was time. We were sitting at a table. We both noticed a group of men at the bar. There were three of them, they were military. They still had their buzz cuts. They were young, probably just in their 20's. They didn't have uniforms on but I just knew they were servicemen. Cody saw me eyeing them.

"Them? Are you kidding? They look like they are barely out of high school! He teased. He saw my eyes glaze over, only partially because of the pina colada I'd been consuming. "Oh," he smirked. "It's the military thing."

He saw me blush. I responded shyly, with an embarrassed peep, "you know I can't help it."

"Yes, you want to service servicemen," he joked.

"Yesss," I purred.

"So it really doesn't matter their age, or whether or not they are good looking," he said as he eyed the potentials.

"Not really," I said truthfully. "Though, if you don't think that one big guy is hot, that's your problem," I smiled. I'd definitely noticed the one guy, the other two just looked like farm boys.

"So just because they are military, you'd let them fuck you?"

"Well, not all of them," I said, pointing to the men.

"No, I didn't mean them specifically. I mean, if you saw a man, especially in uniform, and you had my ok, you'd want to please him, pretty much no matter what?"

"Wow," I thought. I'd never thought of it that way. He was poking at a sensitive spot for me, he knew it. "Well, put that way, I guess so," I said with a blush. 

"So, say some old guy, like an admiral, or a general or something, near retirement age, his hair all gray and his belly over his belt, you'd still want to, just because he's military?"

"Oh my god," I thought, as my pussy started to glisten. "Cody, stop," I urged, "you are making me fucking wet. Don't start something you don't want to finish."

He smirked at me. "Wow, I mean, you've always said things like that but I never realized the scope, the depth of all of this. So, I guess I can see why those guys at the bar turn you on, too. Well...I guess I can see I'll be sleeping alone tonight, at least for awhile," he laughed.

"Cody!" I said as I playfully slapped his arm. We sat in silence for a few moments before I looked him in the eyes. "Do you want me to...really?"

"Look at how hot you are right now," he said, noticing my flushed face. "I'm kind of excited now too, at the moment," he said as he led my hand across his lap. His erection was unmistakable.

"What should I do?" I squeaked. Remember, I know what to do. It just gets me off more being told.

This is really where our concept of game playing began in earnest. Cody said, "I think you need to get one of those guys to ask you to dance."

"I'm not sure they will, with you here," I said.

"I'll just move," he said, his face betraying his excitement. "See if one of them wants you to dance...," he said before stopping himself. "No, this is better. I want you to sit here by yourself. I want you to make eye contact with them, or at least one of them. See if you can get him to buy you a drink or ask you to dance. If he offers either you say yes."

"No, I want you to stay with me, share this with me," I said. I had a better idea. We both loved teasing each other, we were discovering that both of us like that. "No baby, let's do it like this, you go up to get us some drinks, start a conversation, say you are with me, point me out. Act like you are more tipsy than you are. Start talking about how hot I am, how good I look...you know what to say to get them looking."

"God, are you kidding? What if they want to kick my ass? I mean, I can take one of them, maybe, not all three."

"Trust me, they'll love being able to freely ogle me, with your permission. I'll sit so they can see my legs, all the way up, and I'll give them more cleavage to look at."

Cody smiled at that. "You are showing plenty as it is," showing his appreciation while looking down my bikini top through the see through cover.

"Ok, so, tell them you'll buy them a beer for their service to this country. Then, if they are receptive to talking about all this, then mention how I like to dance, and that you don't. Hopefully, they'll suggest dancing with me."

"Hmmm, I think they'll like that."

"Me too, go ahead honey! I'm excited already," I said as I felt my pussy tingling.

Cody went to the bar. I saw them all talking. I saw them look my way. Cody waved to me. I waved back, soon they were all smiling and waving. I made sure I was sitting so they saw plenty of cleavage and well up my legs. I saw Cody buy them beers. They all toasted Cody with their mugs. I saw Cody talk a few more minutes before he returned to the table.

"So, seems they noticed you already." He said that with a mischievous grin. 

"So what did they say?" I asked.

"Oh, they said they noticed the hot woman with me and thought how lucky I was that I'd be the one taking you home tonight."

I grinned coolly, "maybe."

"I told them you liked to dance and hinted that it was ok. Hopefully they'll come over."

We drank slowly. Besides more than a few looks from the men, they still didn't approach us. I asked Cody to disappear for a few minutes to see if they'd be more bold with him not right next to me. He decided to go use the restroom. One of the men was already ogling me as he saw Cody standing. 

Cody winked at me and walked away. It wasn't a full minute before I had a fresh drink on my table, compliments of "Jeff," at the bar. He was my ogler. Admittedly, he was the one I'd been eyeing as well. He was ripped, his muscles were threatening to burst out of the hawaiian shirt he was wearing. It was only moments later that he strode confidently to my table. I watched him walk. It was a cocky, preening, self assured walk of a man who knows what he wants. I had to take a deep breath and sigh, knowing what was coming.

I remembered Cody's last words to me with were firm, resolute. "I want you to do this. Whatever it is. Remember, they are military. I believe it's your job to reward our men for their service. If someone offers a drink you take it. If they want to dance you dance...if they want to touch you...you let them." I was so worked up I was in no position to argue.

Jeff introduced himself and asked me to dance. We danced a few dances, even returning to our table a few times to work on our drinks. Cody still hadn't returned. I thought I saw him lurking in the back of the bar, watching, but I wasn't sure. Jeff left his friends at the bar. They spent the whole time laughing and shaking their heads at their friend's luck. Jeff wasn't shy about touching me either. 

On the dance floor his hands were all over me. He particularly liked having my round ass cheeks in his hands when we slow danced. Jeff became bolder and his hands caressed my tits through the cover and the bikini top. I actually wished I'd had a different top on, one where he could slip his hands under so he could feel my bare titties. I think it frustrated him as well, he wasn't feeling as much as he'd like to feel. I saw Cody return to our table. Jeff had an obvious look of disappointment. He had gotten me worked up with his insistent pawing, I knew I had to help move this along. 

I whispered to him, "don't worry, my husband gets drunk easily. Tell your friends to buy him a shot or two, keep him occupied. He'll forget about me for awhile, trust me."

Jeff nearly ran over to his friends and spilled the plan. Cody went along with it brilliantly. I had lied. Cody can drink nearly everyone under the table. Where he puts it all inside that fit, wonderful body, I'll never know, but he played the part as the drunken, oblivious spouse. He acted as if he didn't even notice Jeff's hands sliding down the back of my shorts and bikini bottoms to feel my bare ass. I wanted him to touch more, but with my shorts and bikini, it would be far to obvious to anyone. Once the charade of getting Cody drunk was well under way it was time to act.

After our third drink, and probably our tenth dance together, Jeff leaned over to me and grunted, "you want to go outside, on the beach, under the moon?"

He was trying to appeal to my romantic side. It was lame and superficial, of course, he just wanted me. Luckily for him, it's what I wanted as well. I looked around. I saw Cody standing with Jeff's friends with a goofy look on his face. He was enjoying this game I told Jeff to meet me outside in a minute, he quickly disappeared.

I met Cody in the bathroom hallway. "Looks like your guy left," Cody said, with a bit of disappointment on his face.

I laughed. "Hardly, he's hot to get his cock into me."

"Really?" Cody cooed. "Wow. I saw how he was mauling you. Was that turning you on?"

"Oh my god, you know it did. He couldn't really feel my bare tits, my nipples, or feel how wet my pussy is but he really wants to."

"So what now? Cody asked.

"Keep the guys entertained. If they ask, just tell them that I went outside to smoke and that Jeff was keeping me company. I know, they'll probably guess what Jeff wants to do but I want you to act like it's all innocent, like you have no idea what he might do."


Lindsay Loves It Ch. 01



"What are you going to do?" 

"I want to service his cock," I said with a smile. "I think he really needs to be rewarded with a blowjob tonight. I've been dying to suck cock for days now." I was so distracted I didn't even ask Cody what HE wanted me to do. I sent him off while thinking only of Jeff.

Cody hurriedly went back to the bar and plied his new friends with more drinks. I met Jeff outside, on the beach. I led him around to the side of the bar, to an alley which connects the parking lot to the beach. It was nighttime now, it was unlikely to be heavily travelled, still, the side door of the bar was fairly close. The alley was darkest near the beach. I led him to the darkest spot even though it still would not be able to hide what we might be doing, however.

He pulled me into him and kissed me deeply, which caused me to gasp. He pulled away from me with a lustful glare. "Don't act like you don't want this, slut. I'm guessing your lame ass husband doesn't fuck that little cunt right." I think he was purposely laying it all out there, immediately, to gauge where this was going. He was dead on.

"Ohhhh," I groaned at his use of the "C" word. He hit the spot. He had no idea how good Cody actually was at fucking me. Still, his crudeness, his roughness was what I was obviously craving, he knew it. "No he just loves me and wants me to have fun flirting and dancing," I lied. 

He went back to pawing me, this time with more insistence, I let him work his hands up under my top and lift it off my tits, giving him full access. He worked his big, rough hands over them just how I like it. He was just as forceful with my nipples, which makes my knees weak. Soon he had my shorts down around my knees and my bikini bottom soon followed. His thick fingers enjoyed sliding around my wetness until finally sliding into me. I moaned. He just laughed. 

"See, I knew it. Look at how wet you are for this."

He had said it just to embarrass and rattle me. He'd gotten my shorts off with only token resistance. I had to do something to mediate the situation or it would spin out of control, far beyond what I'd had planned.

"Look, I just have a minute," I said as a total bluff. "I really can't do anything right now, we need to get back."

He didn't stop his finger fucking of me, instinctively, I was bucking back onto them.

"Look how much you want it, you don't want me to stop."

"I do, I have to get back," I whined. 

It was an old negotiating ploy from my days in sales. Act like they'll get nothing, then they'll be happy with anything they get. I was nearly shuddering on his fingers. I was so fucking close to orgasm. I knew if I let him continue, he'd have me in each and every way he wanted until he was done. Cody and I hadn't done anything like this yet, we hadn't talked about it first like before. I wasn't sure what I could do and still have Cody on board with it. I pulled away from Jeff reluctantly. His eyes were on fire with lust. I could see his bulge threatening to break out of his shorts.

"Listen, I'll suck your cock," I said as if it was a tough decision on my part. "But that's it, I need to get back..."

He fell for it. He made me grab his cock through the material. It was nearly fully hard. I dropped to my knees. My tits and ass were out for his viewing pleasure. I took him in my mouth, on my knees in that dirty alley. I sucked him in fully, which made him grunt with pleasure. I licked his shaft, I bathed his balls. I gave him everything because I wanted everything. Nothing gives me more pleasure than sucking cock and pleasing a man like that. 

He was certainly appreciative. At first he let me set the pace. I worked my magic on him by swirling my tongue around the head while I engulfed him. I even lifted his balls and licked the underside, up his taint, which made him shudder. Then, I was into a rhythm, up, down, up down, swirling, flicking my tongue over the slit. Soon it was too much for him and he used his hands to guide my head to the rhythm that was overwhelming him. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a couple entering the bar, they stopped. They saw us. They saw me sucking this stranger's cock in the alley. We still had some cover of darkness, but there was no doubt what was happening, what I was doing to him. He was oblivious, he wouldn't have cared of a tank rolled up at that moment. I am proud of my cock sucking ability, I wanted the couple to see me get him off. He was so close, he was more mouth fucking me now than me sucking. I felt him tense up. The couple must've felt embarrassment at watching because they went inside before Jeff started to pump his youthful load into my waiting, hungry mouth. He filled me, I'd forgotten how much cum can come from someone that age. A lot of it spilled out and dripped down over my lips, my chin, down to my exposed tits. 

He pulled out with a satisfied groan. He pulled me up so he could look me in the eyes. He was so tall he had to bend to do it. "That's a good cocksucker," he taunted. He was toying with me, to see what kind of woman I really was.

I smiled. "Thank you sir, and thank you for your service to this country."

"Listen, you may have to go now, but I'll be having that pussy AND that ass too, count on it, " he said as he pulled me into him hard and ran his big hands over my bare ass.

I must've nearly squirted at that statement, I felt the coolness of the air betraying the wetness between my legs. He handed me a card with his number on it. 

"I don't know," I shrugged, as I tried to remain non-committal.

He went back into the bar, no doubt to brag to his friends. I went back to the motel. Cody was already there, he said he couldn't stand waiting. I told him everything as he made love to me. He got the benefit of my total wetness and excitement.  

"I can't believe you did that," he said as we cooled down. "You were so fucking hot doing that. That military thing really IS a super turn on for you."

I blushed. "You know it is. I almost misjudged the guy, though. He nearly took me in other ways...I really need to be careful."

"Why? I thought you wanted him to."

"I DID, I just didn't know how much YOU wanted me to do," I said. "God, if I'd known...no doubt I'd still be out there somewhere, on the beach, getting my pussy smashed. He said that to me, he said he wanted to "smash that pussy."

"And you'd still do some guy, after he said that to you?"

"He was so insistent, so forceful, yeah, you know I like it when guys take charge like that, he'd have had everything..." I said wistfully. I told Cody what Jeff had said about getting me again. "He said he'd be having that pussy AND that ass, count on it."

"What did you tell him?"

"I didn't say yes or no."

"I thought this was about you providing service or pleasure to them. Shouldn't it be up to them? Shouldn't they be the ones who decide how you serve them best?"

That just made me squirm, the way he said that. "I guess, I'm sorry if I let you down."

"Don't worry, I loved it. But, we should probably agree that from now on you are to do what you think is best, based on our fantasies. So, you have his card. What do you think is going to happen...really? What does your lustful pussy say?"

"If it's ok with you, and you are leaving it up to my pussy to decide, then yes, he'll probably be smashing this pussy."

Cody said, "his friends did mention that they'd be in Daytona for a few more days, so we really need to think about that." He cuddled me and said, "today, it was my turn to be embarrassed. Do you know how hard that was to have to stay at the bar with his friends while you were out doing that with Jeff? I knew they knew what was going on, plus, I knew they'd hear about it all after. They were treating me dismissively, they kept bringing you two up, asking what I thought you were doing. I kept having to defend you and say you were just smoking and talking. Tomorrow, it might just be your turn to have to experience some of that humiliation."

I smiled at that. I knew that it was far from over.

End of Lindsay Loves It Ch. 01



Lindsay Loves It Ch. 02



I awoke the next morning horny as ever. My pussy still reminded me of what I'd done the night before, along with the excitement of what might still happen. Cody was gone. He was an early riser, no doubt he had been out walking on the beach for an hour or two already. Plus, usually the night after some great sex he has all sorts of renewed energy for exercise and life in general. He was usually good to go for a couple days after sex. I, on the other hand, just craved it again. 

As I showered I thought of what Cody and I had talked about. I thought about Jeff and his friends. I wondered if I was supposed to be doing something about it or if I was supposed to wait for Cody. He was right, if those guys were only in town a couple days we didn't have much time. I also realized how invested in this I was. Though, just because those guys might leave didn't mean I couldn't have more fun with others. It was just that now, that seemed to be my purpose. That seemed to be the overriding fantasy for both of us. 

I couldn't even resist fingering myself as I showered, thinking about it all. By the time I was dressed and all made up Cody had returned. I walked into the room. He'd laid out one of my bathing suits. It was my most revealing one. It was orange. The bottoms were just a tiny piece of material and it sat high on my hips. It wasn't quite a thong, but my ass gets plenty of attention in it. The top was matching, but had shapes of shells imprinted by both breasts, as if my tits were held in with seashells. Basically my tits just laid on the top and barely covered my nipples. It was a suit just for show, it wasn't practical or useful for anything else. Cody just had a wicked smile.

"You want me to wear this on the beach, in public?" I giggled. I knew the answer.

Another feature of this suit is, if it gets wet it exposes the shape of my nipples and my pussy. Again, not functional at all. 

Cody asked me, "did you think about what we talked about last night?"

I blushed, recalling my masturbatory session in the shower, "Um, maybe."

"Well I did. I thought of how cruel that was of you to embarrass me like that with that guy's friends. You and I both know they knew what you were doing to Jeff." 

I nodded sheepishly. He continued. "So, I want you to put that suit on, model it for me. I want to see what others are going to see. I want to make sure they can pretty much see all of you."

"I'm sure they can, it hardly covers anything." I put it on for him. I turned for him. He made me bend and twist for him. He enjoyed my embarrassment. 

"Good, that should do," he said.

"For what?"

"Today, I think you need to give Jeff a call, see what his plans are. Hell, they may be off to a biker rally or something, we need to know."

"What should I say?" I said with a peep. "I mean, what is your idea for me and him?"

"I'll be listening along with you, I'll help you."

"You do realize he's a take charge kind of guy. This could spin out of our control quickly if we're not careful."

"We're on vacation, you've been talking about living out your fantasies since we met. What better time than now?"

He handed me the phone. My hands were shaking a bit when I dialed the number on the card. Jeff answered in a gruff voice. I had a feeling we'd woken him. They HAD drank a lot that previous night. Still, the gruffness in his voice made me recall his treatment of me and I could feel my pussy stir at that thought.

"Um, Jeff, it's Lindsay," I said haltingly. I suddenly realized that I didn't recall ever telling him my name. That thought embarrassed me, that I might have sucked his cock in an alley without him even knowing my first name.

"Yeah?" he said foggily.

"Um, from last night...you know...in the bar."

He chuckled, "don't you mean the alley? That was the part that stuck out most for ME."

My face turned crimson. "Yes...for me too...so...what are you doing today?"

"Why? Aren't you still married? Don't you have to "get back" to your husband at some point?" He said with a bit of irritation, reminding me of my excuse for not giving him all the time and action that he had wanted.

Cody looked at me and quickly pointed to a brochure by the bed for Deep Sea fishing. He pointed at himself and the brochure. I understood.

"Um, no. Cody is gone for most of the day, he went deep sea fishing. I hate that kind of stuff." Cody whispered to me and I repeated what he said to Jeff. "I just wondered if you wanted to hang out by the pool or something. I get bored hanging out by myself all day."

We both listened for Jeff's response. He said, "no, we have a really nice pool here. Plus, the bartenders give us most of our drinks for free, the owner was in the military. They take care of us here. If you want, why not come on down."

We hadn't expected that. I'm sure Cody was hoping to be able to ogle me and watch some of what was going on at our pool. Our room overlooks our pool. This was an unexpected twist. I said, "well, if you are worried about drinks, I can put them on our tab here, Cody will get the bill," I giggled.

There was a pause. "Naw, we're pretty set here. If you want to hang out and not be bored, then you'll just have to come here. Otherwise, have a nice day."

He was arrogant, cocky. He was telling me that if I wanted him, I'd have to come to him. It was wonderfully humiliating. Cody even smiled at how much this guy was playing me.

"Ok," I said in a baby girl voice. He knew he had me. He told me where they were staying.

When I hung up I looked at Cody questioningly. "Ok, now what?"

He grinned. "This might be even better. I like how embarrassed you are and how much you are going to be when you have to walk to his motel in just that."

"This?" I squeaked as we both looked at my suit. "I have to wear a cover, at least!"

"Nope, no cover. I want to see you walk your slut ass down the beach and show up to them just like that."

He saw me blush in shame. He knew I was hot for whatever came next, he just was taking his turn at shaming me. 

"I want you to wear only that. I'll let you take your cover with you, in your beach bag, but you are not to put it on until you are on your way back." 

He was nearly pushing me towards the door. He handed me my beach bag.

"Are you sure about this, baby? You remember what Jeff said he wanted to do to me."

"Yes, and what better time to fulfill your fantasy of being a slut for a Marine?"

I grinned with embarrassment. "I don't want to be a slut just for the military..."

Cody grinned, "I know you have other targets for your sluttiness as well."

I was sure he was hinting about me and black guys, though I think that fantasy might be as much his as mine.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked sheepishly.

"Whatever comes up," he chuckled. 

The door shut behind me. I got immediate looks from several guys coming out of the rooms. I avoided their looks and started my long slut march down the beach. On the beach my outfit was revealing, but at least it wasn't out of place. There were plenty of other women with thongs or outfits that left little to the imagination. I was more concerned about later, when I was at an unfamiliar pool, with strangers. I even shuddered to think about if the suit got wet. I remembered Cody's words not to wear my cover until I was on my way home. If I got wet, I'd have to stay that way.

Jeff grinned lewdly when he saw me. "You sure do know how to dress," he said crudely. I smiled shyly.

He reintroduced me to his friends Ronnie and Mark. They fully ogled me as we chatted, their eyes hardly ever made it higher than my chest. I felt suddenly vulnerable, knowing I was there alone, dressed as I was, while these men devoured me with their eyes. Jeff took charge. He put his arm around me and led me to the beach chairs. I got a towel and laid back while he went to get drinks. 

Mark said with a knowing grin, "so, enjoying yourself this trip?"

"Um, yes," I stammered slightly. 

"Bet you had a good time last night," he smiled.

I knew what he was hinting at, I tried to play it off. "Yes, Cody and I had fun at the bar. We like beach bars."

"I'll bet you do," laughed Ronnie who was listening in. I'm sure they saw me blush. No doubt Jeff had told them everything about how this sexy slut sucked him off in the alley while her tits and ass were out. I felt myself getting warm at recalling the event.

Jeff returned, the other guys moved away. They kept their distance. Jeff was obviously their leader. I started to put on suntan lotion but Jeff stopped me. 

"Let me do it," he grunted. 

He slathered it all over his hands and worked his way up my legs. I was afraid he wasn't going to stop when he reached my bikini bottoms but he stopped just tantalizingly short. I saw him grin. He then applied the lotion to my shoulders and my arms. He let the backs of his hands rub against the very thin material of my top. I could feel my nipples harden. I'm sure the boys all noticed. He rubbed some on my tummy and again teased me by stopping just short of the bottom of my tits. I loved the way his strong hands were on me. 

If we were in private I'd have been begging him to touch me all over. I'm sure he wanted to, but I think he was enjoying teasing me. He had me roll over and I laid out flat on the beach chair. He rubbed the back of my legs, all the way up. This time I felt his hand brush across the material that barely concealed my pussy. I stifled a groan. I had to shift uncomfortably. He was warming me up. He rubbed my back and before I could protest he undid the bikini top so he could, "make sure it gets all over." It left me naked and vulnerable again, if I was to rise. I softly begged him to retie it but he just chuckled and told me to enjoy the sun like that for awhile.

We chatted and drank for awhile. Each time I reached for my drink I had to make sure I lifted up my top along with my breast to not flash anyone. Jeff purposely made it harder as time went on by putting my drink farther from me. He was making a joke out of it with the other guys, thinking I didn't know what they were doing. I know they got flashes of full tit and nipple a few times, it was unavoidable. But, with the situation and the alcohol, I wasn't against teasing them any more. 

In fact, a couple times I was more blatant and acted as if I "dropped" the top, which gave them a second or two of full viewing pleasure. I heard Ronnie giggle. I had a feeling he had the least experience with women. I thought about that. He was barely old enough to serve his country, brave enough to die for it, but wasn't experienced with sex. I thought of my own fetish for military guys. I wondered what Cody had in mind by sending me here. The alcohol was giving me wicked thoughts. After lots of sunning, Jeff got up and asked if I needed anything to eat. The boys had only gotten up when I called. They hadn't eaten. I had grabbed a snack before I left and when I'm hot and bothered, I rarely wanted to eat at all.

Jeff and Ronnie went to grab something at the concession stand on the beach. That left me with Mark. He was kind of a corn fed country boy. He was thick, and still had that baby fat look around his round face. He kept ogling me as we talked and I kept fighting back thoughts of coming on to him. I blamed the alcohol, but I know it was also due to my fetish. Still, I couldn't see doing anything with anyone here except for Jeff. He was totally alpha. He acted and treated me like I was his. I had a feeling Mark or whoever I did anything with would have hell to pay if they did.

I heard my phone so I answered it. It was Cody. I walked to a safe distance, which finally gave me a chance to hook my bikini bra back up. I could feel dozens of eyes watching me sashay across the pool deck. Funny, it was mostly men at the pool. I told Cody everything that had happened or not happened to that point.

"Good, so you are hot now?"

"You know me, babe," I cooed. "I'm almost creamy thinking about what you are trying to get me to do."

"What am I trying to get you to do?"

"Um, I'm not sure. But I think you want me fucked."

I heard him chuckle. "What about your fetish? I really want you to pursue that. We're on vacation, you are hanging out with servicemen, what better time to see how much you actually get into it?"

"Mmm, I know, I'm totally wet right now. But, if you are hinting at me doing anyone other than Jeff I just don't think he'd let me. He's one of those take charge guys that you know I like. But, he does not seem to be the sharing type. Is that what you are asking? Are you wanting me to try something with the others, too?"

"I just remember you telling me that it really didn't matter what they looked like or their age. I just thought this would be a perfect time to show me that that was true. Those other two guys aren't all that attractive, if at all. But, according to you, it shouldn't matter."

"Um, no, I'm not really attracted to either of them, to be honest, but, I swear to god, just now, when Jeff and Ronnie walked away, I was fantasizing ways I might get Mark's cock in my mouth, I swear."

"Mmm hmm, that's what I thought. That's why I sent you there, I was hoping you'd come up with something, you are good at that. So do it, try to do something with Ronnie, or Mark, or both."

"But there's Jeff..." I protested. "I have no safety net. You aren't around and if it goes wrong I could end up getting gang banged...or worse."

"I'm not as far away as you think. As a man, I think they would pretty much take whatever you want to offer them. As He-Man as Jeff is, he DIDN'T take you in that alley last night, even though, as you said, he certainly could've. Don't worry about Jeff, you aren't married to him, you are married to me. I think you are right, he's a macho man, but, if you can appeal to his control...make it HIS idea...make it about him. Tell him you feel bad about the way you treated him last night, tell him he can spank you for it, then maybe..."

"Mmm, maybe," I cooed. "Ooops, gotta go, Jeff's coming back."

"So you are hot right now?"

"I'm practically steamy."

"I want you to jump in the pool right now."

My heart flipped. We both knew what it meant, it would expose me in the most embarrassing of ways. I knew better to argue. It's what we both wanted, to push our game further. I put the phone back in the bag and slid into the water just as Jeff and Ronnie returned with sandwiches for all. I sat in the pool on the steps as the boys watched me. I was suddenly afraid to get out, knowing what they'd see, what everybody would see. I asked Jeff to bring me my daquiri. I gulped it down just to try to give me liquid courage. I stepped out of the pool. I could see their eyes widen with lust as I strolled towards them. I knew what they were seeing. They were seeing my nipples stick out like diamonds. I knew they were seeing the tight bottoms sticking to my pussy lips. I pretended not to know. 

I sat down next to Jeff. I had one leg over the other but even in that position I knew Ronnie and Mark were looking at my ass, and the cleft between my legs. This exhibition was making me so fucking horny just to add to the excitement of hearing what Cody wanted from me. My head was spinning with ideas and thoughts of how to make any of this happen. No doubt, even by doing nothing I'm sure that Jeff would soon take me back to his room and give it to me as he'd promised. I wanted that so badly, but, I wanted what Cody wanted. I wanted what Jeff wanted. I even wanted what I'm sure Mark and Ronnie wanted. I wanted my fetish to pay off for all.

I had to get through Jeff to do it all. I focused on him. We were sitting closer, he was more free about touching me. He had his arm around me, he was teasing my tit with that hand. Occasionally he brushed across my tit and my nipple as we talked. He let the others watch to show he was in charge of things. More than once he was purposely blatant about it, stopping to flick across my hardened nipple with his thumb. He did it when he knew his friends were watching. When I started to whine about it he'd pull down my top in front, which threatened to pop my tits out for all. He enjoyed controlling and teasing me like that. He saw what it was doing to me. I wanted him fat and happy with his prize, so much so he'd be willing to fulfill my fantasy. 

I soon sat in his chair with him and scootched my ass back into him. I could feel his bulge through his swim trunks. I had his attention. Now, he could wrap his arms around me at the waist. His thick arms engulfed my body, my tits. He was holding me tight. I kept wriggling back into him with my ass. More than once he fully cupped my tits with his big hands for amusment of his friends. I knew I was teasing the beast. I needed him primed, but not fully primal. Mark and Ronnie were in the pool. I had to get to, "the discussion."

"So, are you glad I'm here?" I smiled.

"I knew you'd be back," he said confidently. "There's just something about women like you."

"Like me?"

"Yes, women who don't like to admit what they want, but somehow manage to let themselves do it."

"Well, that's true, but I do know what I want. I told you about my "thing" with military boys."

He laughed. "Yes, you seem to be a regular Marine groupie."

I suddenly thought of the true meaning of that. It scared me as well as nearly making my pussy gush. "Well, I'd hardly say I'm a groupie, I mean, I've only had just you..." I said, trying to lead him where I wanted.

"True, but you gotta start somewhere," he joked. He was oblivious.

He wasn't the type for subtlety. I had to focus him. We were both buzzed, the other two were in the pool, it was as good a time as any. 

"I like the groupie idea," I grinned as I turned to look him in the eyes. "I wish I could be a better one."

He was already turned on from my appearance, the body rubbing, the teasing. "Come to my room, I'll make you a better one."

"Mmm," I said as I slyly rubbed his cock. It had come to it. This was part of Cody's plan, no doubt. The embarrassment he felt the night before was now transferred to me. I was going to have to tell this guy what I wanted. I hardly knew him. It was going to be humiliating. I charged ahead.

"Listen," I said, barely able to maintain eye contact. "You don't know me, I don't know you, really. I'm married..."

He hufffed, "oh, here it is again, the, "I'm married so I can tease the fuck out of you then leave" routine..."

I smiled wickedly. "Actually, it's the opposite..."

He looked at me, puzzled.

I leaned in and whispered to him, "there's no way I'm leaving here without you taking what you want...but, I want something else, too."

That made his eyes sparkle. "What? What do you want?"

I avoided his gaze again, even though I was now fully into it it was still embarrassing to have to say it out loud. "The military fetish I have...I want to..."

"You want to what?"

"I want you to let me be their groupie too," I said, my face fully crimson as I pointed towards Ronnie and Mark.

Jeff's face contorted. He said tersely, "you want them to fuck you too? Like what, all three of us at the same time?" 

"No, no, no," I said softly, as I tried to calm him. He was the man. I needed to put this in the way that he could fully keep his manhood. Plus, I had no intention of being the recipient of a gang bang. Cody and I were still relatively new to this. I don't think either of us were ready for that without trying things like this first. "No, I want you to let me please them. I want you to let me suck their cocks, to service them, as you know I have a "thing" for. That's it, only you will fuck me."

His face changed. It turned to a delighted leer. "You want to suck their cocks? You'd suck both of them?"

I blushed and nodded. "I don't think I'd ever get tired of sucking cocks, but I want you to be in charge. I want you to make sure that's all they get. I can't take all of you like that, plus, I want you to make sure I please them, as they deserve, for their service, of course."




Lindsay Loves It Ch. 02



"Of course," he grinned. "Wow, I knew you were a hot one when I met you last night but I had no idea."

"I've never done anything like this before," I said truthfully. "It's just that, I've had this fantasy for so long... I'm on vacation...and you guys are here..."

"And your husband isn't," he snickered. 

"Yes, he should be back around 6 or so." We only had a couple hours. I was trying to get things going.

"So, let me make sure I got this. I find somewhere for you to get them off with your mouth, and in return I get what I want?"

"Yes, sir," I said with an excited peep.

Believe it or not, he still wasn't convinced. It was far easier for him to just want to take me back to the room, give me the fucking he wanted to give me and then be done with it without having to allow "his" woman to be taken by anyone else. I had to grease the wheel a bit.

I remembered Cody's idea. I laid it all out in the open. "Yes, take me somewhere, make me please your friends with my mouth, only give them what you want me to give them. Then, take me somewhere dirty, somewhere you'd want to fuck a total groupie slut. Spank me hard if you want for denying you last night. Then, take me like you want. Make me pay you back for it. You told me what you wanted to do to me. I want you to make me do it." I sighed and sat back, waiting for the storm I feared would follow. 

Jeff 's jaw was firm, I could see his thoughts formulating. Mark and Ronnnie had long since returned but had been keeping their distance, they could see our closeness, they knew better than to disturb Jeff. After a long, awkward silence he pulled my chin to make me meet his gaze.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yessss," I croaked in shame.

"This is all so much for someone who claims she's never done anything like this, yet last night you sucked me off soon after meeting me and now you are asking for all...this."

"I know," I said as I felt myself melting under his serious gaze. He was making me just a gooey pool of lust.

"I don't know if you really know me at all," he said. "I think you want to convince me. Hell, I suspected this about you. I have no problem using you, making you be a slut for us. This won't be the first time. I'm used to fucking whores all the time when we're on our tour of duty, that's the only time we can get our hands on women." 

I got embarrassed by him lumping me in with the whores he'd fucked. The shameful part was he was going to be right.

"I have no problem playing along," he said thoughtfully. "However, up until now it's been all about you. You teasing us at the bar. You taking me outside. You deciding to suck me off. Then, you called me this morning. You wanted to get together. You showed up here, dressed like that. Finally, YOU came up with this idea. It's all been you."

"I know," I said defensively. "I just thought it would be the perfect time to try it and you just seem to be the right guy to help me do it." I was trying to appeal to his ego.

"I didn't say I didn't like your idea," he grinned. "But, let ME tell you what I want." I nodded, suddenly aware of his manly aura. He saw the consent in my eyes. "From this point on you are going to listen to ME." I nodded again and I suddenly felt a tingling surge throughout my groin. "I'm tired of the chatter," he said, pointedly trying to embarrass me. "If you want this, I'm in charge. Of EVERYTHING, including when or if you speak."

I'm sure my mouth fell agape. He was undeterred. He said, "The less I hear about your husband, the better. Until this is done, you are no longer married. You won't act like you are married, you won't mention you are married, in fact, take your ring off and put it in your bag. Whores don't talk about husbands. That's what you are for now, a common whore and we'll treat you like it."

I started to protest but I saw the immediate dissatisfaction in his eyes. I quickly obeyed. I feared reprisal but I said, "I dont want to question your authority, but Cody is going to be back very soon..."

His face contorted at that but quickly he regained control. "Fine, call him. Leave him a message. Tell him you found some good shopping, or that you are at the Dog Track, hell, I don't care WHAT you tell him."

I nodded meekly. I took out my phone. I was glad he didn't want to hear the conversation. I called Cody from the restroom area.

"Oh god, babe, it's happening. I can't really talk. He knew you were coming back soon but he wants to take complete charge of me. He told me to call you and make up an excuse of why I'm going to be gone when you get back."

"Really? You have to tell me...I'm so excited," he said hopefully.

"I can't, he's actually looking this way. I told him my plan, well, OUR plan, he's going to do it. But, he wants some of it to go HIS way, too. I'm not sure what that means but he is taking full control. He doesn't even want me to talk unless he tells me to."

"Ha!" Cody said sarcastically, "let him try and keep you quiet."

"Hush!" I said playfully. "I'm sure him and his friends will find ways to keep my mouth stuffed."

"Oooo," Cody said appreciatively.

"I've gotta go, if I can tell or text you anything, I will, but I can't promise anything."

"What do you think he's going to do?"

"I think I'm going to get everything we wanted," I said truthfully. I had to hang up, Jeff was approaching.

"What did you say?" He wondered.

"I just told him I went to a movie, he hates the movies. I told him I'd meet him later and to go ahead and eat or whatever. That gives us some time. But, Jeff, I have to say. I have to be able to text him if I'm going to be away. Don't worry, I won't let it affect your plans for me, I just have to let him know I'm safe. You wouldn't want the police to break us up before you get what you want from me."

"True, but give ME the phone. You'll have to beg me for it."

My face reddened. It had begun. He grabbed me roughly and pulled me into him and kissed me deeply. He forced his tongue into my mouth and made me dance on my tiptoes to respond. He broke free. He said, "Ok, I think we're ready. From now on I don't want to hear you unless I ask you anything or if it's an emergency. Remember, we're not going to act like we're "dating" or "friends," from now on. You're my slut and I'm going to treat like one. Don't start this then try and pretend you don't want it. We're going to treat you as you deserve. Now, I want you to get your hot ass back to the pool, dip yourself back in. Then, I want you to walk across the parking lot towards the office. I'll have your bag, they'll be no covering anything. I don't want to see your hands over your tits OR your cunt," he said cruelly.

"Yes, sir," I peeped, suddenly, instantly wet. He knew the effect the "C" word had on me.

"Walk slow. I fucking mean it. If you walk too fast I'm going to make you do it again and again. Slow, move that ass. If you want to dress like a slut then you are going to be displayed like one."

He spanked me sharply on my ass and sent me back to the pool. I saw Ronnie and Mark grinning as they walked past me. They were going to meet Jeff near the office, apparently. I dipped in the pool, the water seemed much cooler, probably because it was getting near dusk. Sunset comes early in Florida in the summer. My nipples responded accordingly. I looked back down the parking lot. There were so many people milling around their rooms. Many of the doors were open, people were hanging out. So many people were going to see my body nearly bare. I gulped and stood up. Honestly, if I was naked I don't think I'd have felt any more exposed. I walked slowly out of the pool area. I really made sure I went slowly. I had no doubt Jeff would be true to his word about making me repeat it. I didn't want everyone to get a second and third look at the slut on parade. 

I walked past the first group of guys that were by their car. They let out wolf whistles and made crude comments. "Hey baby, if you want to shake that ass I have a place you can do it," one said, laughing. I tried to ignore them. They only brought attention to me, though. As I walked I saw more and more people take note. I was sure that every guy would be able to identify the shape of my pussy from a police lineup by the time I finished. The motel had a long parking lot, the walk was excruciatingly embarrassing, as Jeff wanted. It had the desired effect for everyone involved. 

I walked to where Jeff, Mark and Ronnie were waiting. It was just outside the office. Jeff was grinning ear to ear, as were his friends. The people in the parking lot had a fun show and I was nearly dripping wet and on fire at the same time. Everyone behind me saw me walk to these guys. They saw Jeff grab me by my ass and forcefully push me down several stairs to a small laundry room. It was where the maids washed the linens. There were several huge washers and dryers but they were stuffed in tightly. Jeff pushed me in and Ronnie and Mark followed. We barely all fit in there.

Jeff said, "ok, this is where the slut does what I tell her. Hell, why don't you tell them what you are going to do, slut," he said, leering at me.

"Um, I want to suck your cocks, sirs, I really like pleasing military guys," I said, unable to look them in the eyes.

"Why?" Jeff asked. He just wanted more humiliation, as if this wasn't bad enough.

"Because you deserve to have your cocks sucked and be sucked by someone who loves it and is good at it for a change."

"Wow," laughed Jeff. "That's not going to be easy to live up to...but, I've seen this bitches work so ..." He looked at me all over and snickered. "This won't do. Naked sluts suck cock better. He made me strip out of my tiny suit. I hardly felt less nude. But, he took the suit with him as he pulled Ronnie out the door with him. The door closed. I was left naked with Mark. He was grinning evilly. He'd been wanting to see me like this all afternoon. He was not going to miss any of it.

I was curious, "what did Jeff tell you guys?"

"He said you'd do this. I know he said you sucked him yesterday but we weren't really sure if it was just bullshit until now. He said you'd suck our dicks and you really are."

"Yes, I really will, sir." He sat up on the washing machine which gave me some room to work. As short as I am it was nearly the perfect height for me to blow him, standing. I undid his shorts and they dropped off. His cock matched his body, it was thick, fat. It wasn't long, but it was hard, truthfully it looked delicious. I took him in my mouth and he groaned. His hand went right to my hair. He didn't try and guide me, it was just there to caress my hair and to maintain a bit of control. I think he was afraid of cumming too quickly. He wanted to be able to pull out when he wanted, in order to stop that from happening. I wanted him to enjoy it. I wouldn't have let him cum too quickly. I really DO have a fetish for this, especially cock sucking. I fucking love it. He was fucking loving it as well. As I stood I invited him to pinch my nipples as I sucked him. He resisted. 

When I pulled off his cock to ask why he said, "Jeff said he'd fucking kill us if we tried anything else with you."

I had suspected that. I grinned sheepishly. "Go ahead, tug on them, twist them while I suck you, it'll be our secret. It'll really get me going and I tend to suck better when that happens."

He smiled and pulled me towards him again by my puffy nipples. I starting sucking his cock dry with fervor. I had him bouncing on the washer by the time he pumped his last shot of cum down my throat. My eyes were closed and I was almost humming when I swallowed him down, it was magical. I know there is a perverted, dirty psychological reason related to my daddy for my love of doing that for guys like him, but I just couldn't fucking help it. My pussy was swimming. I really couldn't wait until Jeff took advantage of that. 

Mark bounded out of the room happily, Ronnie entered. I had already realized how many people had seen my slut walk and how they had also seen us all go into this room. It was directly off the parking lot, it would be obvious to anyone looking. They no doubt would also see Jeff and the guys standing outside the door, "taking turns" going in. I felt a constant buzzing in my head and my pussy thinking about all of that as Ronnie assumed his position on the same washer.

He was a skinny guy but he had big hands, long fingers. Sure enough, his cock was thin, but long. Sometimes they are harder to suck but I wanted to please him just like I'd pleased Mark. I did a lot more licking of his shaft than sucking due to its length. He loved watching my mouth go up and down the sides of his shaft while flicking my tongue over him. As I said before, I don't think he's had a lot of experience with women, save a few oriental whores perhaps. I think it actually worked to my advantage that I had to do more licking, it gave him more endurance. I didn't start totally fellating him until I had him pretty worked up by just using my tongue. I finally circled the head with the "O" of my lips and a did swirling motions around the head just like the agitator in the washer he was sitting on. It drove him crazy, he started to jerk and gasp. He yelled, "I'm going to cum!" as a warning.

I urged him on, "give it to me baby, give me that sweet Marine cum of yours."

He had his hands on my head, he was frantic. "I'm cumming," he said again in more of a groan. 

"I want you to," I purred. "I'm going to swallow your cum like the good slut I am."

At that he shot off like a geyser. He pumped into me while writhing around furiously. I knew he'd never had it like that before, I felt a sense of pride at being able to please him so. I'd barely squeezed out the last drop of cum from him when he bolted from the room in embarrassment. I just leaned back against the dryer as I wiped someone's cum off my cheek with the back of my arm just as Jeff entered. 

He lifted me up on to the washer and I wrapped my legs around his hips. Then, he surprised the shit out of me. He pulled me into him and kissed me deeply again. I tried to resist at first, to remind him of what he'd be tasting but I soon realized it didn't matter to him. He pulled off my lips with a "pop." He saw my surprise.

"Eh, it's just cum," he shrugged. "I see way worse things on duty than that."

I thought, "Wow, I've been working on getting Cody to enjoy that for a long time now and only recently has he been more open to it and here's this big, macho guy who doesn't care at all. " 

I went back to kissing him, almost as a reward for the surprise. 

"Well, was that what you thought it would be?" He asked.

"Fuck..." I panted lustfully, "if it's possible, I think I loved it more than I thought I would. I just orally serviced two guys, JUST because they were military," I said aloud, just to hear how dirty it sounded. I couldn't wait to talk, to tell him how I felt, I knew he might not give me many opportunities.

Jeff laughed wickedly and laughed, "AND, you sucked their cocks."

I blushed. "I really did. Thank you sir, for understanding."

He held his finger in front of his lips to tell me to stop talking. I lowered my head and nodded.

"Ok, they've had their fun," Jeff said with more urgency. It had to be difficult on him. I'd denied him my pussy the night before and today, I'd pretty much teased him and tormented him with perverted thoughts of how he could use me. It was nearing time for him to make up for all of that. He handed me my tiny bathing suit pieces. We walked outside. Ronnie and Mark were gone. Some of the parking lot "crowd" had gone their separate ways but the ones that were still there got rewarded for their wait. My suit was still pretty wet and they got to watch me walk back to the pool, arm in arm with Jeff. I'm sure they all knew what I'd done in the laundry room, or at least imagined it. 

Jeff made a point of saying hi to everyone we passed. It invited all of them to ogle me closely and to see my utter embarrassment. Perhaps they might've even seen cum drying on my cheeks and chin. It was almost fully dark now. The beach had emptied of cars, Jeff started to walk me out of the pool area. I stopped him, best I could and asked if I could text Cody and give him an approximate time. It just annoyed him.

"Tell him what?" he barked. "Tell him you still have "work" to do?"

"I just want to let him know I'm ok, that I'm safe."

Jeff smirked. "You have no idea, you aren't safe at all."

I felt my knees get weak at that. "Let me just say that I'll text him again in an hour."

"Beg me," he said firmly.

"Please? Can I text him?"

"You can do better than that, slut. Seriously. Tell me why I should let you? While you are at it, tell me why I shouldn't just make you tell him the truth, that you'll be home when you fucking GET there because you are out on the beach giving me what you promised me."

God, he was good. "Please sir, I'll do whatever you want. Make me do whatever you want."

He grabbed a handful of my ass and growled, "I want to tear that shit UP. Do you understand me. I like it rough."

"Oh fuck fuck fuck," I cursed to myself. He was hitting all my hot spots. Suddenly Cody didn't matter, save to push the game to its conclusion.

"Then do it, sir. Let me text him and then take me, as YOU want and I'll take it."

He handed me the phone. I texted Cody, "I'm on the beach with Jeff, about to get totally hate fucked. Don't text back, he has the phone."

I shut it off and handed it back to Jeff. He pulled me by the hand on to the beach. "Strip," he said coldly. I didn't bother the charade of disobeying. I took off my suit. He told me to carry it. He made me leave my bag against the seawall by his motel. He walked me down the beach, right along the water. I was just his naked slut. A couple times a person jogged by or walked by. In the light of the half moon I'm sure they could see that he was clothed and that I was not. My nipples were hard and proud and my pussy was throbbing. He led me down the beach to an area between motels. It was slightly darker there, though the lights from the street and the motel still kept it from being totally private. 

We walked toward the seawall. He stopped me. He pushed me up against something hard and cold. It was a volleyball pole. He grabbed my suit and used the bra to tie my hands to a loop on the pole above my head. He left me there, naked, while he sat down in front of me and admired me for a moment. I've never felt so vulnerable, so helpless to stop what was about to happen, but I realized I didn't want it to stop, not until HE did. 

Suddenly I saw something light up in his hand. It was my phone! He was reading my messages! "Oh fuck," I thought as my heart dropped.

He stood up quickly. "You fucking bitch!" he spat. "You fucking whore of a slut fucking bitch. You were fucking lying to me the whole time. Your husband, if that IS your husband, knows all about your slut ass being here. Fuck!"

I hadn't even contemplated what might happen if he found out. Suddenly, the mood was dark, ominous. He stood in front of me and twisted my nipples so hard I screamed before he covered my mouth with his big hand.

"Isn't that right? Aren't you just a fucking lying slut that does this shit all the time?"

"Nooo," I wailed. "Honestly, I've never done this, certainly never ANYTHING like this before. Yes, I've had sex with other guys after we've been married, but only like occasional "dates," I've never come close to any of this. He doesn't even know what we're doing right now because you limited me telling him."

"But, he DOES know you are willingly out here to fuck me, doesn't he? And remember, no more fucking lies, I can change your life completely tonight, be careful what you answer."

"Yesss," I sobbed. "He knows you wanted to fuck me last night. It was actually his idea for me to try and make it happen today. HE was the one that sent me down to you."




Lindsay Loves It Ch. 02



My nipples were still being twisted but I saw his eyes, they were more lustful than hateful. The fact that my nipples provide an almost direct electrical current to my pussy had me wetter than ever.

"I don't mind you being a slut. Hell, I obviously dig it," he said firmly. "I just can't abide liars and being played."

"I'm not playing you!" I cried. "I really really want to please you. Everything I told you is true. I DO have the military fetish. I love sucking cock and I absolutely PROMISE you that for every single minute today that I have wanted you to take what you wanted from me."

"We'll see," he said tersely. He undid the bra tie and I fell to my knees. 

"Stay just like that," he growled. He pushed my head down into the sand, my ass was in the air. He tied my hands behind my back and up tightly, away from my ass. I didn't dare beg him to make it more comfortable. 

"Now, if you really are what you say you are you are going to listen and listen good."

I nodded, through my tears.

"I'm going to beat your ass, raw and you are going to stay like that, head in the sand, ass up. You are not going scream, you are not going to yell, curse, or make any noise that you don't have to make. I'm going to blister that ass. Husband or not, the next time he sees that ass it's going to be a shade he's never seen before. It's going to last all the way back home, back on the long drive. You are going to remember it every hour you have to sit on your drive back to Michigan. Then, and ONLY if you take it like the fucking lying slut you are can we continue this."

"Yes, sir," I said softly. My tears were flowing directly onto the sand.

He spanked me over and over. The smacks echoed off the sea wall, there was no mistaking the sound. I have no doubt it attracted prying eyes. He was either oblivious to it or he just wanted people to see me pay. He worked my ass over, hard. I was screaming, but only in my head. I'd never had my ass beaten like that before. I pretty much had to beg Cody to spank me and as he would do it, I'd have to urge him to do it harder. It never came anywhere near even one of Jeff's blows. My round firm ass was an inviting target, he smacked me all over the entire shape of my ass, he left no part unreddened. Finally, he stopped. I was whimpering. I toppled over in shame. I just heard him panting hard.

"Damn that's got to look fantastic right now," he said proudly. "Wish there was more light." He got an idea, he took my phone and started snapping pictures of my beaten ass. I saw the flashes. The pictures turned out well. "I sent these to my email," he said dismissively.

I was helpless, I couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted. We were both at the point we wanted.

"Now, are we clear? No more lying."

"Yes, sir," I sniffed.

"Good, now text that idiot and tell him you are about to get fucked by a REAL man."

My hands were shaking nervously as I texted Cody.

"Tell him to go home. No doubt he's been lurking around some place. Tell him if he wants me to let you go home at all tonight I'd better not catch him around."

"Yes, sir." I said. He was in charge. I was turned on beyond belief, even as my ass screamed with discomfort. I'm sure it only added to the flames that were already rising.

"Tell him I'm not letting you go until you are finally done with what you promised."

I texted furiously, I was so worked up, I wanted to get fucked, hell, I needed it. I don't remember ever being so fucking horny. I handed him my phone, he read the texts I'd sent. He seemed rather pleased. He stood me up. He suddenly slapped my face hard. "SMACK!" The sound scared me as much as the pain.

"So you are clear, we're done when I say so. You see I like it rough, you are going to TAKE it rough."

I was squirming, I swear my pussy juice was leaking down my leg. He basically pushed me down into the sand on my back, with just his hand on my throat. He pinned me down like that. He held me there like that with his one strong hand, while his other shimmied his shorts down. His cock was out, he was stroking it. It was red, angry. There was a fire in his eyes. He roughly grunted and urged me to spread my legs.

"Wider. bitch. Spread them as far as they can go. I want to fuck you deep, deeper than anyone has fucked you before."

I spread them and he teased my boiling pussy with the head of his cock. I ached for it, he made me beg for him to put it in. 

"Oh god, give me that cock, I need that cock in me," I said, lost in lust.

"In where?" He teased.

"In my cunt, in your cunt," I said shamefully.

He slid it in, slowly, but forcefully until he was fully in. He held it there for a moment as I wriggled to accommodate him. I groaned as I felt its fullness. He still had my throat held firmly, to keep me in place while he rode my pussy. I was gasping for air, he didn't seem to care. He drilled me freely, he used my pussy how HE wanted. I was feeling light headed, I felt tingling throughout my body. It felt like a dream state. I'd never known asphyxiation sex before. I felt a buzzing through my entire body. He hammered my poor pussy, no doubt punishing me for denying him. 

I wanted to urge him on but I couldn't speak until he released his grip on my neck slightly. I could feel the air rushing back into my bloodstream. It seemed to make my pussy even more tingly. I felt an orgasm rip through me as he balled me like a cheap whore. I'd never come like that before, from just the fucking. It felt wonderful cumming on a cock like that. He strengthened his grip again. I felt faint as his cock pummelled me. I came again and then I might've blacked out for a moment. I felt air rush back in again as he varied his grip. He was still plowing my pussy, I was spread wide. He was close.

He hovered his face right over mine and grunted, "I'm going to cum, slut. Where do you want it?"

I'm sure he was asking if I was on contraceptives. "In my cunt, sir. Fill your cunt up."

Finally, he tightened up his grip again and I felt another orgasm take over my entire body and I felt the tingling sensation of passing out, just as he started blasting his cum deep inside me. I awoke, no doubt only seconds later, to see him over me. He was still inside me. His eyes were glazed, it was the look of someone in complete bliss.

"Wow," he said with a shy smile.

I took my hands and grabbed his ass and pulled him inside me as he started to soften. I wanted him in there as long as I could, it felt so fucking good.

Finally, reluctantly, he slid out of me. I laid there in comlete post-orgasmic bliss as his cum dripped slowly out of me. He was now dressed again. I was still naked, I didn't even have an idea where my bikini was or did I care. We was sitting back, resting on his hands. He was eyeing me. He was thinking. It was probably post coital anxiety. I wondered if he was thinking if I was good with all of it. I thought he might be wondering if I was going to go crazy and call the police or something.

"So..." he started.

"Yeah..." I said with a sigh.

"That was awesome," he said, feeling me out.

"Oh my god, I've never cum like that before...with the choking. I've never felt that."

"I told you I liked it rough," he grinned, now satisfied that I was good with everything.

"Rough, yeah, but wow, that was...incredible."

"Sooo.. what now? Do you just disappear again, off to your husband?"

"Not at this exact moment, no. We don't have to be in a hurry, now that he knows what I'm doing, " I said. 

I crawled to him and laid my head on his lap. I could feel his warm package with my cheek through the material. He caressed my hair. I looked up at him. He was strong, he was crude, he was rough, he was a marine. He was so like my daddy. I realized all this was because of that. Often, when my daddy was spanking my bare ass I had a sensation that at the time I couldn't describe, I realize now it was excitement. I also remember the look in daddy's eye after my spankings, I recognize that look now, it was lust. He never acted on it but now, here I was acting on it for both of us. 

"So you'll be ok? Your husband isn't going to freak out when he hears about this, when he sees the condition of your ass?"

My ass was still hot from the spanking. It just added to the overall feeling of warmth I had at the moment.

"I'm not sure it even matters. It's done. Like I told you honestly before, a lot of this was his idea. He can hardly blame me for letting you take what he so willingly gave you."

"Still, this is all a bit much. I just fucked his wife...like that."

"I know," I cooed. "But I wasn't married at the time, remember, I was just some slut to use. I think I'll be able to handle him," I said reassuringly. "Say...what did you mean earlier? When you were mad, you threatened that you could, "change my life completely tonight."

He grinned. "Ok, maybe I wasn't honest with YOU either. I wasn't really that mad. I just felt that's the treatment you needed."

"So you didn't have some idea on your mind? Something to change my life?" I said, a bit disappointed.

"Well actually I DID have a thought, a fantasy in mind when I said it."

"What was it?"

"Well I had two actually. But remember, I actually had this all pegged right. I figured you for one of those hotwives and that this was all just a game to get you fucked like you wanted. So, I was only going to bring it up if I felt you needed the extra "incentive."

"What were your ideas!?" I asked with embarrassingly obvious eagerness.

"Well one, I was going to threaten you. I was going to say that if you didn't do everything as I wanted I was going to take you down just like you are, completely naked and take you to our base. I was going to tell you that I'd throw you inside like that and close the door behind you and let what happens, happen."

"Fuckkkk," I said with my eyes wide.

"I know, you said you couldn't handle that. Though, after seeing what you can take, I'm now not so sure. It was going to just be a threat, so you'd be more pliable. We don't even HAVE a base near here, but you weren't going to know that," he laughed.

I grinned up at him. "You found me pretty pliable as it is, right?"

"Fucking right. I don't think I've ever gotten in as deep as I did with you."

"Could you stand a bunch of guys fucking your slut? Would you be able to fuck me after seeing, or hearing about that?"

"Hell no," he laughed. "Like I said, it was just a thought I had in order to control you."

"What was the other thought?" I wondered aloud. I was nuzzling him with my face. I could feel his mighty cock stirring.

"Oh, that was just a crazy thought," he said, trying to avoid it.

"Please tell me," I begged.

"I'm not sure I should."

"Please, sir. Tell me what you were thinking about your slut!" I whined. "I'll do anything if you tell me. You know I will."

"Anything?" He asked with a sly grin. "How about your ass? I still haven't gotten that incredible, totally fuckable ass yet."

"I know," I said apologetically. "I promised you. Don't worry, I'll let you fuck my ass. You guys are leaving in two days or so, right? I promise that before you leave, you'll fuck my ass, and, you can have my other holes again, too," I said, trying to make it as dirty as I could. "Just tell me."

He grinned lewdly. He knew I was going to be his for the rest of his stay. He whispered what his thought was in my ear. My mouth fell open. I felt his fingers slide beneath my pussy lips. 

"So, this thought gets you wet? Wow, I didn't know you'd be into it."

He told me he knew somebody, a place. He pointed to the spot on my body. I nodded. Softly, embarrassingly, I said, "I'll do it."

He grinned. "Well, not tonight, but before I drill that fucking sweet ass of yours. Tomorrow, promise? Remember, you are still my whore until we're "done," right? I'm not done with you yet."

"Yes, tomorrow I'll do it all," I said honestly. "Now that you know about Cody, about us, it won't matter, but I still have to share it with him. I'm your slut until you leave, but I'm still his wife, so I should go."

"Well, now that I'm totally spent I won't argue with you, but, tell him tonight that he shouldn't expect you home tomorrow night, it's the last night we are here."

"Yes, sir," I said excitedly.

"Text your husband. Tell him you are full of cum. Tell him to wait at the motel and watch for you down the beach."

I did as he instructed. He took my bikini from my hands after I picked it up. "You won't be needing this," he said with an evil grin. "I want you to walk, naked, back to your place, dripping my cum. I want you to think about what you did, what you promised, what you are, all the way back."

He kissed me deeply again, he really was a good kisser. He got me excited every time he did it.

"One last thing," he said with a knowing smirk. "I'm going to make sure this fantasy of yours is totally played out. Tomorrow morning, I want you to meet Ronnie, or Mark, or both, in the alley of that bar. It doesn't open until 11. Meet them at 8. I'm sure they'll be motivated to get up early. You aren't done servicing your country, they'll be getting your mouth again, maybe as often as they can get it up, until we're gone," he threatened.

"Yes, sir." I said in shameful lust. He'd remembered what I said about never getting tired of sucking cock. He was going to test me on it. I had to smile at that. This was the exact reason Cody and I had started down this path. We both knew I needed this. I had the drive and the fantasies, I just needed to be made to do them. Jeff was that type of guy. I believe Cody is capable, perhaps he just needed to be shown what I was capable of. This was the start of that.

I walked back to our motel, naked. It was more than a mile. Anyone could've seen me, it just drove me even crazier. I saw Cody waiting at the top of the stairs from the beach to the pool. He just grinned stupidly when he saw me. He nearly dragged me back to our room. I started to tell him everything. His cock was hard, he was stroking it the whole time. I told him I how sore my pussy was and that I'd have to suck him and he didnt argue. I sucked him some, told him some of the story, sucked him again. I even told him how I was now pretty much "on call" for blowjobs for Mark and Ronnie until they left. It wasn't until he was nearly ready to shoot that I told him the last part, the second thought of Jeff's.

"I don't know how you feel about this, honey," I said with some reluctance. 

Cody was lifting his hips off the bed by now, he wanted release, he wanted it badly.

"Jeff wants me...he wants me to get a tattoo."

"What?" Cody said, the thought interrupting his bliss.

"He wants me to get a tattoo, just above my pussy, with USMC or a Marine logo on it."

"Oh my fucking god," Cody said. His brain was battling with his lust. My mouth was teasing him unmercifully. I'd purposely waited to tell him the last part until I could have him on edge. He was always much more agreeable then. He wanted to blow his load, I held him tight with my fist, not allowing it.

"What did you say?" He asked, almost whimpering from denial.

"I promised him I would...before he gets to take my ass."

"Fuck," Cody murmured, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Are you going to?" He asked softly.

He already knew the answer.

"Yes, baby. I promised him. You know my daddy had a marine tattoo, you know how much it gets me off to think about and do my fantasy."

"What if," Cody sputtered, he was nearly out of his mind to cum. "What if some other guy from another branch of service gets you?"

"Well, I might have tattoos from all of them then," I giggled. I remembered Jeff calling me a military groupie. "I think it'd be hot when I get naked for them, ready to service them, that they see that they are represented on my body." I really had no thought of the other tattoos, it just sounded hot to say it. But, the Marine one was a given. It would remind me of my daddy and those feelings.

I really wasn't sure of Cody's response, I had just hoped to make him agree to Jeff's demand. I was surprised by his response.

"Then do it, baby," Cody said more firmly. "Do it, show how much of a whore you are for them."

"Mmm," I said, smacking my lips on his cock again. "Just think of it, baby. Think of the next guy who fucks me. Think of how he'll be able to see the tat above my pussy as he fucks me. Then, think of some army guy doggie styling me as he sees "his" branch represented on my back."

That did it for Cody. He spurted over and over into my eager mouth. He collapsed back on the bed. We cuddled for a long time without saying a word. 

"I love you," I said softly, hopefully.

"I love you, too," he echoed back reassuringly. 

"So, this is all real then?" he asked. "This is the new step we're taking?"

"Yes," I said softly but firmly.

"Then you need your rest, 8am comes early," he joked, reminding me of my duties the next morning.

I fell asleep in a wondrous lustful haze. I hadn't known this type of contentment before.

*****

End of Lindsay Loves it-2, look for part three, coming soon!



Lindsay Loves It Ch. 03



For the first time since I could remember, I woke up before Cody. He was sleeping soundly. No doubt it was from the pleasure of the previous night. I looked in the mirror. I was a mess. My hair was like a rat's nest, my makeup was smudged in places, missing in others. I had marks on my neck where Jeff had held me down and choked me. I looked at my ass. It was amazing. There were purplish spots all over, from Jeff's hands and fingers. The bruising had begun, it was like a web, covering my entire ass. I rubbed it softly, it was still very tender to the touch. I smiled. Admittedly, it was incredible. I'd never been spanked like that. Cody would have to take note of that. 

It was just after 7am. I knew I needed to get ready. As I showered I thought of everything I'd done in the last two days. There was Jeff's blowjob in the bar alley, the blowjobs to his friends, and the amazing fuck on the beach. This is what Cody and I had talked about, me getting it far more often, as I needed. Now, I was going to have to feel what that actually would be like. I was almost purring at that thought as I tenderly teased my clit a bit in the shower, before making myself stop so that I could take whatever came later.

I opted for a more conservative (for me) two piece bathing suit. It still reveals a lot of cleavage and my ample behind can still be admired but compared to the one I wore the previous night it was nearly virginal! I put on my floppy straw hat and my large rimmed sunglasses. This time I had a less revealing cover to wear over the suit. Cody stirred in bed finally. He saw me dressed.

"Mmm," he said foggily. "Are you headed out to breakfast?"

He knew where I was headed, he was smiling. He knew exactly what I'd be consuming.

"Mm Hmm," I said. "Remember, I don't have any idea what Jeff has planned today."

"Yes you do, he wants to fuck your ass and give you a slut tattoo!" Cody said, now fully awake.

"I know, silly. I meant besides that. I don't know if he is going to let me come back. Remember he told me to tell you that I wouldn't be spending much time, if any, with you."

"Yes," Cody said with more than a hint of remorse. "I don't know if I can take that."

"We have to take it now," I said. "I promised him. Don't worry, we still have a couple days left after they leave. Then, it'll be all US."

He got up to hug and kiss me. It was like I was leaving on a long trip.

I grinned at him lustily. "Next time you see this shaved pussy it might have a tattoo on it, right here..." I said as I slid the bikini to the side and pointed to the bare spot just above my pussy lips.

He cupped my ass in his hands as he hugged me. "And, this ass is going to be filled. Can I have it too, you know, after...?"

"Oh god," I said. "Maybe, but you know how he fucked this pussy...I'm not sure I could take it if he fucks my ass the same way."

He was starting to realize that this was how it was going to be when I was being used by someone else. I was hoping it would give him ideas on how to use me as well. I knew it would, he was certainly capable. I knew that if I was going to be Jeff's plaything for awhile, that Cody really needed something to keep his mind (and body) occupied. I told him he needed to find some pussy. He didn't disagree. He mentioned he had a few possibilities from his walks on the beach.

"You have someone in mind, don't you!?" I said as I playfully punched his arm.

"Maybe," he grinned with guilt.

"Good," I moaned as I grabbed his crotch and massaged his cock and balls. "Give her everything you'd give me," I urged.

We kissed and parted. Though it was completely mutual now, I still felt guilty for leaving him even with knowing he was probably going to be fucking while I was out. He was my husband after all and our love is real, deep, and lasting. It helped thinking that Cody was far more into all this than before. I had no doubt that this was going to spur him on in the future, that he'd be taking more of these ideas and take the reins more himself. I giggled to myself at that thought, "taking the reins." I'd love to be reined in like that, in leather straps, like a horse. I chuckled that I might be a bit of a "pony girl." I had to remember to tell Cody that one, hopefully he'd add that to his fantasies of me with black me, frat guys, and his bride slut thing. As I walked towards the bar I imagined myself walking down the beach like that, leather straps, a bit in my mouth, and a pony's tail sticking out of my ass. I thought of what Jeff would do to me if I showed up to him like that. My pussy started to drip thinking of that.

I got to the bar, my head swimming with lustful images. Mark and Ronnie were there in the alley, giddy like eager schoolchildren on the last day of school. They ushered me into the alley. It was a bright, sunny morning and this alley was a connecting point between the street and the beach. Perhaps it wasn't the most travelled one, but still one often used during the daytime. Mark and Ronnie had already worked that out. 

"You suck one of us, we'll just keep our shorts on, the other will keep watch. We'll say, "yellow" and that will be our warning word to stop. You can just stand up and we'll act like we're just talking."

I smiled, "wow, you two have already thought this out."

Mark grinned, "we're Marines, we always have to have a battle plan."

They were both ogling me freely. My own fantasies and desires started to take over, which I knew they'd enjoy.

"Ok, you guys will just take your cocks out, that'll be easier for you to just stuff them back in your shorts quickly. But, I need to be more slutty, for you. I should have to take more risk." 

I reached under my cover and removed my top, I handed it to Mark. "Don't give me this back until I've pleased you both. My tits could still be seen through it, but only barely and only if someone was right on top of me. That wasn't my risk, though.

"You guys obviously want to see my tits and it will add to your pleasure," I said. They responded with rapid nods. "No self respecting slut should be sucking cocks without her tits hanging out. So, I'm going to pull my cover up and let you see my tits. I did so, I folded it up just above my tits so that it stayed. They were in view. "I'll just have to pull it down when you say "yellow."

I realized two things. One, that by the time I was alerted, someone might at least get the idea of what I was doing. Two, there were TWO ends to the alley, obviously. One was by the entrance to the bar, the second was from the beach. We had Ronnie stationed at the one by the bar, figuring it was far more likely someone would be heading TO the beach at this time, than coming in from it. I loved the risk, though, the thought of getting caught being a cock sucking slut just made me wetter. 

Mark was first. His thick, short cock was going to be inside my eager mouth. I knelt in front of him while he fished out his cock. He leaned back against the cement as I began to lick him.

"You really like this don't you?" He asked with a gasp.

"Like what?" I asked with a lewd grin. "Sucking cock? Just make me say it. Yes, I fucking love sucking cock."

"Fuckkk," he moaned. I 'd just ratched up his excitement level. "Then do it, suck my fucking cock...bitch," he added at the end.

I removed my mouth from his cock only for a second. "Nice, that's more like it."

I happily blew him as my tits swayed in the warm, gentle ocean breeze. Ronnie was spending more time watching us than watching for onlookers. It just added to my excitement, knowing I had an audience. I think it hastened Mark's climax, as well. He rewarded my efforts by blowing his second load in my mouth in as many days. This was how I had imagined my cock sucking fantasies as far back as that night at the frat house where I'd been stopped too quickly. I was starting to live how it was REALLY going to be.

I was still gulping his cum down when Ronnie took his place. I let him fondle my naked tits before I dropped to my knees. I saw Mark wince, wishing he'd done it too. They weren't as afraid of Jeff now, both because they realized he had organized this, and because they knew I was willing to keep our own secrets. I was licking Ronnie's thin cock when all of a sudden we were interrupted at the beach entrance by a woman, probably in her late 40s. She huffed when she saw us. She got a full view of Ronnie's dick in my mouth, and me with my tits out. I jumped up and covered, my face suddenly hot with shame.

"Oh my," she stammered before her face tightened. "That's fucking disgusting," she said when she saw Mark at the other end. It all was coming clear to her what we were doing, what we were all doing together.

I saw her T-shirt. On it, ironically, was the saying, "Support our troops."

I pointed at her shirt. "Some of us actually LIVE it and don't just talk about it," I snipped at her. "Now, where were we?" I said to Ronnie, totally ignoring the bitch. 

I rolled my top back over my tits and I dropped to my knees. I only heard her huff and heard her footsteps trail away, no doubt to find another exit. He didn't last long after that. He filled me with his sweet cum and yes, his did taste sweet. I normally love the taste of cum anyway but his was particularly pleasant tasting. 

I stood up. Mark joined us. The two of them enjoyed pawing my tits together. They even dared putting their hands on my pussy, through the material. I was wet, I'm sure it was starting to show. I was sandwiched between them, Mark was behind me, his hands encircled my bare tits, Ronnie was in front, alternating between my tits and my pussy. Two young guys, let's call them 18 year olds, for literotica's sake, with boogie boards and surfer shorts came down the alley towards us. They saw us and stopped for a second. Ronnie stepped aside as Mark pulled me back with him to the wall, to allow them access by. I didn't even bother covering my tits. Mark's hands never left them as the guys passed by with smiles and "thumbs up" signs. My wetness was signalling to my brain how much I enjoyed being seen. I was beginning to understand my need for that, as well. 

Reluctantly I had them stop. I still hadn't heard from Jeff, I had no idea what he wanted next. I left the boys with deep, tongue kisses and I walked up to their motel and I knocked on the door. There was no answer, I looked through the partially open drapes and the room was empty. I texted Jeff. "I did your bidding, sir. What next?"

He didn't answer. I walked back to my motel. If anything, I was certainly getting some good exercise. Cody was gone as well. I figured he was out working on getting fucked as well. I texted him a short note.

"Hi baby, hope you are having fun. I just wanted to tell you what a lucky, and full cocksucking slut your wife is." I knew that thought would warm him up.

I was still excited and now on edge, not knowing what I was going to have to do or when I was going to have to do it. In the meantime, I gave myself a makeshift enema, using a shampoo bottle. I wanted to be prepared for Jeff.

I hung out by the pool. I had to wear my tight white shorts, cut low on my hips which still revealed the shape of my ass nicely without showing all the bruises. In my current state of arousal and my growing desire for exhibition, I really wanted to be seen. Without the bruising I'd be wearing the most revealing suit possible, though Jeff had taken my best one that previous night. I did my best, I rolled down the top to reveal a lot more cleavage, as we women do when we are sunning and, I rolled up the sides of the shorts up to my hips. 

It was a Saturday morning, the weekend crowd had arrived. The pool was full of rowdy, mostly young people. I let them get a good look at me as I walked in. I found one of the few remaining loungers and I laid down on my stomach. The bar had just opened, I ordered an icy margarita. I kept checking my messages, there were none yet. I actually started to get worried that maybe Jeff was blowing me off. In the meantime, I was getting a lot of attention from the guys sitting next to me. They were college guys, goofy, fun, and horny. They kept wanting to put lotion on me, as they watched me do it. I didn't want to get into anything I couldn't immediately abandon, for Jeff. I teased them a bit, but didn't push it. 

Two chairs down I noticed a black guy, probably around my age. He'd taken notice of me as well. Each time I glanced his way through my sunglasses I noticed he was eyeing me. I think he was taking a particular fancy to my ass. Cody always said my full, round ass was the kind black guys like. I told him that I thought it was the kind ALL guys like! Still, he was enjoying the view, for sure. I thought of Cody and his fantasy, well, maybe it's my fantasy too. I think we both love the thought of his wife's creamy white irish skin contrasted against chocolate skin. I was getting myself worked up again. I would've been fingering my pussy by now if I wasn't in a crowded place.

Still, I wasn't in the position of pursuing anything, I was still at the mercy of Jeff and his whims. I was beginning to wonder how long I was supposed to wait. I felt like walking up the beach to find Cody and jump his bones. In the meantime, the old woman who was sitting next to me, between me and the black guy, moved. He took no time taking the chair next to me. My ass was nearly right under him. I spread out and smiled. He struck up a conversation. His said his name was Reggie, but to call him "reg," like with a "j" sound. I raised up to shake his hand, I could see him gazing down at me and down my top. I felt a warm flush, knowing he was taking in my ample cleavage. "Damn that Jeff," I thought, he was driving me to distraction by keeping me on edge like that.

Reg and I chatted for a bit. I could see it visibly bothering the college boys on the other side of me, no doubt they were jealous of the attention I was giving Reg. I got up to stretch. Reg suggested getting us a drink. I followed him to the bar, which was no more than a wooden stand they'd built next to the pool with a couple of plastic stools. We sat and drank while we talked. He could see I was married, I had my ring on. He was eyeing me the whole time, finally, he said, "I can't help but notice those bruises on your neck. Hopefully, you aren't being abused at home."

I shyly smiled. "No, I'm not."

"Those look like hand prints."

"Maybe," I said softly. The thought of it was making me hot, remembering how I got them as well as the embarrassment of having someone else see them. Truthfully, I'd forgotten them unlike the ones on my ass, though they weren't as prominent.

"Look, I'm a cop," Reg said seriously. "If your husband is abusing you, I can make sure you're safe."

It was humiliating being interrogated like that, it only added fuel to the fire. "How do you know it was my husband that gave them to me?" I giggled.

"Um, I don't...well...wow," he said, considering the ramifications of that. 

I leaned and whispered to him, "you should see the ones on my backside." I twisted a little bit and then lifted the bottom of my shorts up to a point he could see some of them clearly.

"Oh wow," he said, now smiling. "Now I think I get it, takes me awhile," he chuckled.

"Well, I don't suppose you run into this all that often."

"You'd be surprised some of the crazy shit you see as a cop."

"True," I said. I noticed his beautiful smile. He was fit, athletic, he had a washboard stomach. His arms were strong and tight. He had tattoos on both his arms and on his torso. I realized my eyes were wandering over his body and he caught me. I blushed I started to wonder if Cody's fantasy might come true.

That thought was interrupted by a text from Jeff. "Morning sunshine. Enjoy your breakfast?" 

"Very much, sir," I responded, recalling the delicious cum I'd consumed. "Where have you been? I thought maybe you'd had enough of me."

"No, I doubt that would ever happen. I've been busy. You'll like the reason, trust me. Are you busy now?"

"No, I've been waiting for you. Cody is gone. I'm just laying out by our pool getting hit on by a black guy," I wrote, mostly to see if he was the jealous type.

He was. "If you've done anything with him already then forget it."

"I haven't," I wrote back.

"Good, I ain't getting seconds from some...you know," he said, barely resisting using a racial slur.

I didn't care for the racism but I did like the thought that he was the alpha, in control of me. It was up to HIM what I did, not me, not Cody, for the time being.

"What have you got on?" he wrote.

I told him about my low cut stretchy white shorts and bikini top.

"Good. Meet me in an hour at my place."

I liked how he made me come to him, it just cemented me further in my place. I was his to use as he saw fit. I'd only dreamed of this type of treatment, I'd never actually lived the fantasy. This whole thing, the fantasy, the vacation, was just the perfect storm for Cody and I to finally start living the life we talked about. He'd left me nearly an hour which left Reg time to get more forward.

"So you are on vacation by yourself? Your husband lets you free?"

"No, he's here. We just like our "space" sometimes."

He looked at my ass, hinting at the bruises underneath. "And that space includes some...extra playing?"

I blushed at the inference. "Sometimes," I said. He was really interested and I felt I needed to keep the possibilities open, for Cody, for us.

He saw my honesty as a green light. "And, you like to play rough..."

I lowered my head as my face felt hot as I answered, "sometimes..."

"You know I'm a cop. I have handcuffs," he grinned jokingly, but with an obviously serious undertone.

I felt my brain send jolts to my pussy with that. I absolutely love being handcuffed. For me, they really have to be the metal ones. They have to be cold steel. It makes me feel more helpless, more at the mercy of the one that handcuffed me. Cody and I had tried the soft, fluffy ones and it always felt more like childs play than actually being taken. I didn't doubt that Reg had the real, police issued ones. I thought of what that meant. I thought of what he'd do to me if I was helpless. I had to shake that thought for now. I had to go. Reg was crestfallen. He thought I wasn't interested. I was, but I had no idea if I'd even be "allowed" to do anything. Until Jeff left I was still going to be under his control. Plus, Cody has to be involved. I realized how complicated this lifestyle can be. We'd just begun it, we'd have to work out things like this. Reluctantly I left him there, but not before finding out he was going to be staying for a few more days.

I cleaned up and I took a cab down to Jeff's motel. I didn't want to be all sweaty for him. He opened the door to his room. Ronnie and Mark were sitting on the bed, smiling. I stood in front of them. They ogled me freely. Jeff had me stand there while he brushed his teeth. 

"Jeff, can we see...?" Mark asked beggingly.

He looked at me with a foamy mouth full of toothpaste. "Sure, slut, take off your top while I get ready."

I felt my head fill with blood as I took off my top, baring my tits for them.

"Bend over the bed," Jeff barked. "Just on your hands. Stay like that."

I was bent at the waist, I was supported by my hands on the bed. This had the effect of letting my tits hang down freely and openly. The boys got an eyeful. Even as Jeff went into the bathroom I had to stay in that position. I lowered my head to avoid their gazes but I heard them snickering and giggling at my predicament. Finally, Jeff came back into the room. He straightened me up roughly. 

"These are mine," he grinned as he twisted my nipples hard just to make me wince. "From now on, if you are in our presence, any of us, in private, or when I instruct you, you are to be topless for us. These tits are made to be shown, military guys especially."




Lindsay Loves It Ch. 03



"Yes, sir," I said meekly.

Jeff turned me around and bent me over. "Show them your ass. Show them what you made me do to you."

I slowly peeled my stretchy shorts down over my ass, revealing my battered cheeks to them. I heard them murmur their approval. Jeff stood me up and turned me around.

"You guys know where we're going. Slut, show them where your symbol of your allegiance to the Marine Corp is going to go. My eyes filled with embarrassed tears as I pushed my shorts down again, nearly to the point of my pussy lips. I pointed to the bare flesh just above them.

"That's right, she's going to be a Marine slut forever," Jeff grinned. He suddenly slid a finger down my shorts onto my pussy lips. "Just as I thought, she's fucking wet." 

I nearly fainted from the shame. He pulled me towards the door, barely giving me enough time to put on my top before we were out in the parking lot. We got in his Jeep.

"Where are we going?" I asked with trepidation. I was getting nervous, fantasy is one thing, actually having to do it is harder.

"You know where," he smiled lewdly. "It's time to make your committment permanent. That's what I've been doing this whole morning, setting this all up. I had to find my guy, he'd actually gone to Cape Canaveral. You fucking OWE me for having to go get him."

"Your guy? What guy?"

"You'll see," he smiled. 

He took out his cock and made me suck him while we drove. He didn't let me stop, even when we were stopped at a light. Occasionally when I looked up I could see other vehicles pulled beside us. I knew only the bigger SUV's would have the vantage point to see what I was doing but it was still embarrassing, nonetheless. It had me worked up. I always love sucking Cody when we are driving but he doesn't make me do it in daylight, or in traffic, to save me from embarrassment. I'd be sure to tell him about this, hopefully he'll be less concerned about that.

I wasn't sure if Jeff wanted me to make him cum. I took him in leisurely, slowly. I bathed that big dick in saliva and played with it. I needn't have worried, for a young guy he had tons of stamina. We pulled up to a dirty looking shop on the far end of a distressed strip mall. At least half the other shops were closed or out of business. "Florida Ink, Inc.," was the shop's name. 

"Cute," I said to myself with sarcasm.

Jeff pulled me in and introduced me to Mike, the tattoo artist. Jeff had driven down to pick him up in the morning, the shop was supposed to have been closed. It was just us. Mike left the "closed" sign in the window. 

"This is the bitch I was telling you about," Jeff said, purposely debasing me. "Tell him what you want."

It had come to it. I was about to get my body marked permanently. I knew I could back out. I think even Jeff half expected it. I had no doubt they weren't going to hold me down and make me do it. My mind raced with all the possibilities, all the times Cody...and other men, were going to see it. Every time I was naked, EVERY time I had sex, it would be seen. The question was, was my fetish for military, especially marines as strong as I fantasized about? Quickly, I thought about what I'd done so far. I thought about my strong Marine daddy. I thought about his roughness, his penchant for spanking me and the feelings that it gave both of us. I was going to do it, for me, for daddy.

"I want a Marine tattoo..." I said haltingly.

"Where?" Mike asked aloofly, even though I'm sure Jeff had told him everything, EVERYTHING.

I pointed to the spot, through my shorts. Jeff poked me with his elbow. "SHOW him," he commanded.

I peeled them down ever so carefully, revealing the spot. "Right here," I peeped, I could barely get it out.

"Niiiiice," Mike smiled crudely. "What do you want, the eagle and the globe thing or just the USMC letters?"

I looked at Jeff. I knew what I wanted, I wasn't sure what he did. He left it up to me.

"I want the letters, USMC," I said. I remembered it well from my daddy's strong arm. It was on his bicep. I remember as a child sitting on his lap and caressing his bicep, while admiring those bold letters. We discussed everything, including the size of it. I wanted to make sure it didn't show, even when I had on thongs, or revealing low cut panties.

Jeff asked how long it would take, Mike told him about two hours, considering I wanted some color and some flair. Even though I love tats, I absolutely hate the bluish green, plain tats. They just look like prison tattoos to me.

"Fine, I'll be back then," Jeff said. He saw the alarm in my eyes. "Don't worry, he's my boy. We have discussed all of this. You do as he says, just like you would with me, don't let me hear you disobeyed him in any way. I'm going to get something to eat."

"Yes, sir," I said with resignation.

He left us alone. It was an eerie feeling, being in a place of desolation with a complete stranger who was going to do "it" along with god know's what else. I nearly panicked when I saw Jeff drive away.

Mike had me sit on the table while he readied his things. He was tattooed all over, his arms covered like sleeves. He had on a wife beater shirt and his tats went up his neck all the way up his skull. He was partially shaved in what looked like was recently a type of mohawk. He was thin, skinny, actually. He was pierced everywhere I could see, his nose, his lip, his eyebrow, his ears. He looked rough, still, there was a softness in his eyes, the look of trust. It relaxed me. I think once the initial panic of doing it was over, the excitement of it returned and started to build.

As I was sitting, he asked me to lay back, it was like a reclining lounger, it could be used in different positions, all the way from sitting, to lying flat on the table. When I reclined partially he said. "Ok, next question, shorts on, shorts off?"

I blushed. I wriggled the stretchy material down over my hips and kind of rolled it up. It barely covered the top of my pussy. He just shrugged. He began to outline it for me using just the tip of a pencil. He showed me the various sizes it could be. It tickled. It just made my lust grow. I pulled my shorts up with each demonstration, trying to picture what it might look like with different types of undergarments on. I was glad I wore the stretchy shorts, they were perfect for that. We decided on a size. He started to draw it on me, as an outline. His arm rested on my inner thigh as support. His wrist couldn't help brushing over, or occasionally rest, on my mound. I could feel myself wetten, and he had to be enjoying the aroma of my excitement. He pulled back with a smile and showed me the basic drawing. I nodded for him to start to ink it on me, permanently.

He got his gun out and hovered it just over my skin. "Are you ready for this?" He asked. "Last chance to bail."

I gulped. "I'm ready," I said with a sigh. 

He began. I concentrated on his wrist rubbing over my pussy and the humming. It was so near my pussy that the waves reached my clit. I laid my head back. I didn't know if I'd be able to stifle an orgasm, as the combination of the rubbing, and the waves teased me. Only the thought of how embarrassing it would be kept me from orgasming right then and here. As he worked, his wrist rubbed over my shorts. It kept pushing the material up, to get in his way. He had to stop, push the material back down, to continue. Each time he pushed the material down, his fingers touched my pussy lips through the material, it was unavoidable, since the tat was so tantalizingly close to the top of my lips. He certainly wasn't tying to avoid it either. Each time he had to stop I'd nearly groan as he'd remove the gun and his wrist, it just served to heighten my excitement, it was like he was edging me.

He was making small talk as he worked. He mentioned how he knew Jeff. He said that he and Jeff had joined the Marines at the same time. Jeff had re-upped and Mike had just saved up enough money to open this shop and support his baby momma. He kept trying to get me to tell him about how I met Jeff, even though I'm sure Jeff had already told him. Guys like embarrassing me. They were learning how it affected me. The embarrassment of having to tell him about sucking Jeff off in the alley, within an hour of meeting him, along with the physical sensations he was giving me, just made me wetter. I'm sure it was evident now through the material, or certainly in the smell of sex wafting through the shop now. Mike was digging his wrist into my cleft now, the movements seemed rhythmical. 

Suddenly the material seemed to be a distraction, both for him and for me. He stopped for the umteenth time to push my shorts back down but I stopped him. I was either going to walk around later with soaked shorts or I'd give him what we both wanted. I wriggled quickly out of my shorts and tossed them in a ball on the floor next to me. I didn't say a word. I just saw a sly smile from him as he continued. Now his bare wrist slid in between my lips without obstruction. I know I was soaking his arm. He seemed to increase the pressure. I had my arm up over my eyes, now I was using it to bite to keep myself from cumming. He was watching me, watching my chest heave as I panted.

"Are you ok? Is it too painful? Do you want me to stop?"

I felt sweat start to roll down my cleavage. I grabbed his arm as he pulled it away. "No! No! I'm ok, go ahead," I urged. 

Suddenly, I remembered what Jeff had told me back in his motel room about military guys. Without a warning I raised up a bit, unclasped my bikini top and slid it off me. It fell to the floor right next to my shorts.

Mike grinned, '"niiiiice."

He was military. We were in private. Jeff had said my tits were meant to be seen in times like this. I wanted him to see me. Plus, in my current state of arousal, being naked for him just ratched up the excitement. He went back to grinding me, er, tattooing me, maybe it was equally both. I'm not sure, the way his wrist worked up and down in the cleft of my pussy was more sexual than professional. I went back to using my arm as a bite guard, this time Mike could watch my bare tits rise and fall under his control. I was sweating, panting, the only cooling was from a box fan, pointed right at us. It only served to cool my nipples, which were now as hard as petrified rock. I didn't care, I wanted him to enjoy my body, he was a Marine. I laid there, unable to stop wriggling. Often, he'd just stop until I quit moving, a knowing grin crossing his face. I'd almost scream because he stopped, then he'd return to what he was doing, each time with more focused pressure. 

Finally, I couldn't take it, the edging was just too much. I grabbed his arm tightly so he wouldn't stop what he was doing and I grinded my pussy onto his arm shamefully as an orgasm tore through my body. I gushed all over his arm as I came like a crazy woman. He just worked me down slowly, his arm continuing to slide up and down, but slower and slower until finally I laid back with a big exhale.

I was suddenly embarrassed again. "I'm sorry," I said with a shy peep. "It was just all...too much."

He didn't say a word. He went back to the tattoo, "almost finished," he said. He completed the tattoo, interestingly, he didn't need to touch my pussy as he inked me, he'd only done so before on his own accord, that was a wonderfully humiliating thought. 

He brought me a mirror, even though I could see it. The mirror revealed the tattoo, which turned out wonderfully, as well as my puffy pussy lips and the wetness of my excitement.

"Wow," I gushed.

"Yeah, wow yourself," he chuckled.

He'd done such a good job. I was now tatted just like my daddy. I was completely naked, he was fully clothed. It was coming to be a natural feeling for me. It's always been one of my fantasies, to be the only one naked. I have the opposite of the CFNM fetish (clothed female, nude male). So I guess my fetish is NFCM. I have the need to be the one nude, it's more humiliating. I had sudden flashes of daddy and his spankings. He always insisted on it being bare assed, but I also remember him getting me right from the shower, totally nude, laying across his lap. No doubt all of this stems from that, some psychologists would have a field day with it. For me, it's who I am and it's who I want to be.

Mike just stood there, grinning. I crawled off the table. There was a wet spot on it. His grin just made me blush again. He got a text from Jeff. He didn't let me see it. I grinned back. I pretty much knew Jeff's mind by now. 

"I'll bet it's about payment," I said lustily. 

Mike nodded. I understood. I just patted the table where I'd just gotten off. He wiped it off first which sent another jolt of wonderful shame through me. He had to lower the table for me because of my height. I dropped to my knees as he brought himself down to me. He stopped when it was the perfect height. I pulled down his sweat pants and popped his cock out. It was starting to grow. I smelled him, he was sweaty and musky, it was one of those things that touch a natural, chemical reaction in me. I wanted to please him. I wanted him because he was a Marine. I wanted him because he'd gotten me off so well. I wanted to suck him off because it was what Jeff wanted, and, I wanted it because Cody would want it for me. I was still married to him, and very much in love, but he seemed so far away from me at this point. I missed him, but I knew getting back together the next time would just make it explosive.

I saw Jeff's Jeep pull up in front of the shop, right in front of the big window. The headlights are automatic, they shine as long as the car is running. It just added focus on me, the cock sucking slut paying for her tattoo. He got to watch as I pleased his friend. While I rewarded him for everything he had done for me I thought of what I'd been doing, how many times I'd sucked cock on this vacation. It had been only a teasingly wonderful fantasy, now I was fully in it and I wondered how I could possibly continue like this, when we returned home. "Oh well," I thought, "that's for Cody and I to work out later."

Mike rewarded me with another load of wonderful cum. I looked up at him hopefully, I really wanted him to be pleased. He was, he was beaming. "You are even better than Jeff said," he said with a smile. That embarrassed me, that I had been talked about like that, but I was proud as well. I was still dripping cum from my lips. He had one last embarrassment for me. He pointed to pictures of tattoos on the wall of his work. He had me sit back on the table while he took pictures of the tattoo. I knew Jeff wouldn't allow me to resist, he was outside watching, he'd certainly have stopped it if he wanted. Mike wasn't just taking pictures of the tattoo, I noticed, first he took one of my face with the "evidence" of what we'd done. There were many of my whole body, my tits, my pussy. He even stood me up and bent me over and took some of my ass, with the added bonus of the bruises. "For my own personal collection," he grinned. He showed me the pictures, they looked great, especially the one with my legs spread open, showing my pussy, the tattoo, and my hair tousled in post orgasmic bliss.

"Ooh, send me that one," I gushed. "In fact, send them all to me." I knew Cody would flip over them. "What are you going to do with them?" I wondered.

"Well, I have an Ink site on the web. It's pretty popular, lots of pictures from various artists, a blog, that kind of thing."

"Just for the pictures of tats? I mean, some of those pictures are more adult," I said, forwarding purposely to the one of me with my legs spread.

"Oh, there's an adult section. Believe me, we tattoo people everywhere," he grinned. So yeah, there's plenty of nudity."

"You'd put this one on there too?" I wondered, starting to cream at the thought of such public exhibition.

"Hell yeah, it shows everything, which people like, but the tat is especially clear. I'd block out your face, of course."

I thought of Cody, and Jeff, and how much it gets me off to be seen, like that. I knew family and friends were highly unlikely to ever frequent a random tattoo site. I looked up at him and said. "Don't. Show all of me, especially this one. People would have to know it was post sex, just look at me, I'm flush, my nipples are hard, my pussy is red and puffy."

"Wow, there will be a lot of discussion about that one," he said with a wide smile.

"You discuss things like that, too?"

"Yeah, they talk about things like that all the time. Lots of bragging about blowjobs, pussy they get from tattooing. I think most of it is bullshit, but it's still fun hearing about it."

"Well then do it, post them all, including the one with cum on my face, if that doesn't prove it, nothing will."

"Wow, cool!" he gushed.

The thought of being ogled and talked about by strangers like that kept me boiling. Jeff was going to be the lucky beneficiary of it later, no doubt.

Finally, it was over, which saddened me a little. I was getting worked up again with all the pictures and exhibition. If it was just the two of us I'd have got him hard again and had him fuck me senseless. I could feel my open pussy juicing at those thoughts as I kissed Mike goodbye. He said goodbye with reluctance. He told me he'd tattoo me again, for free, anytime I wished. He handed me my shorts and top. Jeff met me at the door. He leaned in and said to Mike, "See man, I told you it'd be worth you coming back and opening up the shop today." 

I didn't bother putting my clothes on, Jeff's hand was insistently pushing me out the door, I had to wriggle to avoid his finger penetrating my ass as he made me dance in playful avoidance. I got in Jeff's Jeep. Several cars from the main road had honked as they passed and I know they got a good look at me. He let me text Cody, he seemed like he was a million miles away. I sent him the picture of me all stretched open, post orgasm, and the one with the cum on my face. I didn't add words, they really weren't necessary.

Jeff rubbed my pussy while admiring the tattoo. I winced. It was red and puffy, just like my pussy was, for different reasons. "Ok, from now until tomorrow, you are completey mine," Jeff said with a menacing, lustful sneer. I wouldn't have it any other way.

End of Lindsay Loves it-3, look for part 4



Lindsay Loves It Ch. 04



I was naked, in Jeff's jeep, driving away from the tattoo parlor. Naturally he made me suck him again as we drove. He made me tell him how slutty I felt doing what I did with the tattoo guy. He liked seeing my humiliation, it turned him on. It made his cock thicker, it made me wetter, if that was possible. I was in a constant state of agitation now. I realized this was how it was going to be if I was going to live this lifestyle. Jeff pulled onto I-95, going south. It was still late afternoon, the sun was just starting to begin its descent. I felt the wind blowing through the open windows. It gave me goose bumps as it cascaded over my nakedness. More than once I felt the Jeep slow down. I heard a rush of sound behind me, through my window. He was displaying me, probably to some trucker. I was on my knees. My ass was rounded and in full view to someone with a bigger vehicle. Once, I heard a truck horn blow loudly, no doubt in appreciation for the show. It just made me attack his cock with more vigor.

He looked down at me and smiled. "You really dig this. You get off on people seeing you be slutty, don't you?"

"MmmHmm," I hummed, my mouth still on his cock. 

"That's good, because I have something in mind for you."

"Oh?" I asked excitedly, temporarily and reluctantly releasing his cockhead from my mouth.

"But, you'll actually have to start by having your clothes ON," he laughed. 

He had me sit up and dress. I still had only the bikini top and the stretchy, low cut white shorts. When I put them on I felt the wetness, they were still damp from me soaking them in the tattoo shop. I held my legs open for most of the rest of the way. I let the air from the highway dry them. Jeff didn't help by rubbing my clit through my shorts at times.

"What are you going to have me do, sir?" I asked eagerly. I had no doubt how this would all end, with Jeff using me like a fuck toy. I just wanted to know what he had in mind. 

He was evasive, all the way to New Smyrna Beach. We pulled down the main drag. He got bored driving so once, on A1A, as we pulled to a light next to a car filled with young guys (all 18+, literotica!), he made me show them my tits. He didn't let me flash. He took the top off himself and I had to lean out the window to let them hang in full view. They hollered their delight. The light seemed to take forever. Finally, I put my top back on. Jeff ditched the other car who wanted to tag along. We pulled down another street, heading inland. It was more remote. Finally, we pulled into a seedy looking bar. It was the only business within a half a mile.

"What is this place?" I asked. I couldn't see how this had any fantasy potential and at this point I was dying to finally have Jeff ravage me, take my ass as he'd promised he would.

"I was down here last year. This used to be a strip club, but, they lost their strip license or something, so the owner has a wet T-shirt contest every Saturday night. Don't worry, I called ahead, they still have it."

"I wasnt worried," I joked.

"I know, you have no problem showing off those perfect titties of yours, so, it's a win win. I get a little appetizer before the main event, and you get to show complete strangers what you've got."

I rubbed his cock through his shorts. "You want people to see your slut's titties, don't you, sir?"

"Yes, they get to look, I get to touch...well maybe they can touch a little too, but I get to fuck," he laughed. Winner gets $250 bucks. It's usually pretty crazy, there were like, 15 girls last year. Oh, and what do you think you'll do with the money, if you win?" He asked.

"Um, give it to you?" I grinned hopefully.

"Right. It'll help pay for our gas back to North Carolina," he sighed, "back to military life."

I smiled lewdly as I stroked his cock. "But the military life has ended up having some unexpected benefits, hasn't it?"

He kissed me deeply and shoved his tongue into my mouth forcefully. He made my tongue dance with his. "It most certainly has," he smiled. "This should be fun."

We got out and entered the bar. It was way bigger than it looked from the street. It was still early, the contest didn't start for another two hours. He made me sign up. 

The owner took us into the back. He said, "usually I give the rules to the contestants all at once, but since you guys are early I'll tell you. Here's how it works, you girls go up, one by one. We have an emcee, he'll ask you some questions, usually playful, sexual, just so the crowd can get to know you a little. Then, we dump ice water on you. I notice you don't have a T-shirt, you'll have to buy a nice white one with our logo on it. It shows your tits better, trust me. Also, get one that's too small, having it hang on you isn't attractive, and when it gets wet it stretches anyway. The girls tell me two sizes small is the one to get. Then, you get three minutes or so to dance while the crowd sizes you up. Legally, I'm to tell you that you are not to take off the shirt at any time. However, I've never had a winner who didn't end up with her shirt gone." He winked at me with a grin. "Legally also, the pants, panties, shorts, whatever, stay on. But again, I've never had a winner who didn't show some ass."

"What about touching?" Jeff asked out of the blue.

The guy just smiled. "Below the waist, not allowed. Above, whatever two adults want to do is none of my business. Again, rare has been the winner that hasn't let the crowd "sample" what they are cheering for. So, the girls all dance. The crowd picks a final three. Those three get paid. 1st is $250, 2nd is $150, and third is $75. We go by crowd noise, so you really need to fire them up, make them want to cheer for you."

He looked at my chest. He asked, "how are her nipples when they are cold? The crowd really gets into good, hard nipples."

Jeff suddenly twisted my nipples hard, through the material. "Show him," he demanded. I pulled my top over my tits, exposing them my now firm nipples. 

"Nice, she's got a real shot," he grinned.

"Good, I need the cash," said Jeff.

On our way out we bought the shirt from the cashier. I didn't try it on, but I knew it was going to be tighter than tight. I paid for it with Cody's credit card, Jeff liked that. Jeff and I went out and found an Olive Garden so he could eat. I hadn't eaten all day but because of my state of excitment I really wasn't that hungry, I just picked at a salad. Plus, I was nervous. Sure, I like being seen, but it's still nerve-racking, especially something so public like this, being seen by so many people.

"I hope you win," Jeff said between bites. "You do know how to dance, right? Have you ever been a stripper?"

"No!" I said as I punched his arm playfully. "I may be a slut, but I've never been a stripper. Don't worry, I know how to move. I guess it depends on who the competition is."

"Oh, last year it was like a parade of Penthouse pets," he said with admiration. "Most of them with fake books, botox and such, but most of them were amazing..." he said, his words trailing off. Now I saw why he wanted to see it again, it was making him excited. 

"Good," I thought, I want him fully excited. "If seeing other girls helps him give me what I need later, I'm all for it."

"So you expect me to beat a bunch of Penthouse Pets?" I wondered.

"Oh hell, if they are 9's, you are a 10 1/2. What you have is REAL. Plus, you have such a slutty way about you. Let that out and see what happens."

"Ok, I'll try to win for you," I said proudly.

"Promise me you'll win."

"I can't promise that!"

"Promise me that if you don't win, it won't be because you didn't try."

"Ok, I promise."

All the talk had worked us both up again. I was rubbing his crotch under the table and he had managed to slid a finger inside my shorts to finger my wet slit. He had me writhing, this whole thing with him had kept me in a constant state of arousal.

On the way back to the bar I changed into the top. It was so tight it pushed my tits nearly up to my chin. It didn't reach down to my navel, which wouldn't have mattered anyway, I'd have just tied it up to reveal my tight tummy. I made a quick alteration. I ripped the top down my cleavage line which let my tits settle back in, still overly revealing, but without me looking like I was getting squeezed by a Boa constrictor. I hiked my shorts up my crack a little and sashayed in. Jeff hung behind. I sat at the bar alone, they gave the contestants free drinks while the contest was going on, no doubt to lower our inhibitions. The bartender admired my level of exposure as he brought me a drink. I sipped it down and looked for Jeff. He'd taken a spot right near the stage, I think the owner saved it for him since the place was already packed. No doubt I had something to do with that. I wondered if Jeff was going to make me "thank" anyone, after. 

Seeing I was alone the bartender chatted me up, looking at my tits the whole time. "So, you here alone? I've never seen you, is this your first time?"

I smiled. "First time here, not my first time," I said with innuendo.

"Oh? Been in a wet T-shirt contest before? I'll bet you did well."

"Oh, no. Never been in one. How does it usually go down? Do you have any pointers?"

He was looking at MY pointers as he smiled. "Sure, interact with the crowd, don't dance up there with your eyes closed like you are in your own world. They love interaction."

"And by interaction you mean...?"

"Make eye contact, get close, if you don't mind it, allow some touching, it drives the crowd crazy. Oh, and, I don't know if they told you, we have something special tonight. The crowd is going to judge the first round, as usual, but the final will be decided by our celebrity judge."

I found out it was some B-list guy that was on some forgettable 80's show. 

"He's the one that picks the winner. So, I guess you'll have to focus on him, if you make the final."

"IF?" I asked, acting hurt.

He smiled, "WHEN you make the final. Girl, as far as I'm concerned you HAVE the goods."

Just then they called us up on stage and introduced us. When it came to me I was announced as "Loose Lindsay" and the crowd responded enthusiastically. Jeff winked at me, no doubt it was his idea. 

The emcee asked me, "What's your favorite thing to do?"

I grinned smoothly and said, "give head."

The crowd howled. I could see the faces of the men, now imagining me on my knees for them, I blushed.

He said, "whoa! I meant what's your favorite thing to do, not just sex," he laughed.

"Oh, well then it's stil giving head," I winked.

The crowd loved it.

"Ok, what's the craziest thing you've ever done sexually?" He asked with anticipation.

I grinned to the crowd and said, "I don't know, but I think it's going to be happening later tonight." Jeff grinned from ear to ear. The crowd responded enthusiastically. I'm sure each and every guy there was hoping I was referring to him. 

I was one of the last to go on. I watched as pretty girl after pretty girl did their thing. Jeff was right, I saw a lot of plastic parts on most of them, still, quite a few were drop dead gorgeous. They weren't particularly good dancers. Only a couple really knew how to make it sexual. One particular blonde was setting the crowd off as she cupped her tits together under her shirt and licked up the excess water as it dripped down her cleavage. I noticed that in this round they all kept their shirts on. A couple girls approached the first row, where Jeff sat and allowed some quick touches of their wet tits through the material, but that was it. Near the end of the line of girls I saw two girls who I thought would be the stiffest competition. One was a gorgeous blonde, probably 19 or so, not even legal age to be in the bar. Her stage name was Bambi. Her tits were firm and high and she had sexy dance moves. I was guessing she was a cheerleader. The crowd loved her. She ended her "routine" by flashing her tits quickly to the crowd. They erupted in applause, it was what they were waiting for. 

The next girl was my other major concern. She was a black haired, light skinned woman with creamy, supple breasts. She had on her own shirt, a white halter top which showed off her ample cleaveage nicely. She had on frayed short short jeans and ostrich leather cowboy boots. She called herself Cowgirl Bobby. She was an amazon next to me, she was probably 5"9" tall. She was gorgeous. The crowd ate up her routine as well, she really knew how to display her assets. I felt more nervous than ever when it was my turn.

I gasped when the water hit me, it was still full of ice chunks. My nipples burst through the material quickly, as intended. I started by dancing down the first row of customers. I winked as I danced past Jeff, I was bending and shaking my ass, I was cupping my tits together. One of the guys reached out and grabbed my tit. It was unexpected but I stopped and let him fondle it before moving on. The crowd loved that. I let two more guys grope me before I returned to the stage as the music ended. I added a quick flash upon exiting the stage. It was in the hands of the crowd now.

They lined us up in the order we danced. The emcee put his hand over the head of the contestant and urged the crowd to cheer. I could see they gave us about ten seconds to pose, dance, urge the crowd, whatever, to help whip up the enthusiasm. He got mildly raised responses from the crowd until they got to Bambi, the cheerleader. They went crazy, especially when she lifted her top and wrang it out, letting them watch the water cascade down over her breasts. She was in the final, I was sure of that. Then he got to the dark haired beauty, Bobby. The crowd responded wildly to her as well as she bent over at the waist and let her "girls" hang down. Only at the end of her bow did she let them free and let the crowd ogle them hanging beautifully like that. She was in, too, by their response. That left one more spot for me. 

The emcee got to me and said, "How about Loose Lindsay?" 

I turned around, bent over and shook my ass for them, it probably is my best feature. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up my crack, exposing a lot of cheek on both sides. I knew they'd see the purple bruises too. I hoped that helped. I turned my head to wink at the crowd as I spanked my own ass playfully. It worked, they loudly cheered for me. I wasn't sure where it ranked with the others. We had to stand and wait. After the last girl the emcee announced the finalists.

"Top three contestants, let's have a hand for the beautiful Bambi!"

She smirked as if she already knew. She walked to the right of the stage. I could tell she'd done this all before.

"Next, Cowgirl Bobby!" The crowd hollered their approval. She was the wonder woman in cowboy boots.

I was right about the first two. For the first time, I wondered how it would affect Jeff if I lost, if I didnt even make the final. He really seemed to want me to win. I wondered if he'd be angry. Then, I got a little surge of lust thinking about him taking that anger out on my ass tonight.

I cringed as the emcee announced the last finalist. "Number three, and the last one in, let's hear it for...Loose Lindsay!"

I bounded across the stage to stand with the other two. They had us huddle together for a photo. I was so short that, standing in between both of them their tits pressed into my head from both sides. The crowd loved that, no doubt fantasies were running rampant.

The finals were about to begin. We'd each get one dance, longer this time, about five minutes, we were told. Ed, the owner, hinted it was time to "ramp up the excitement" as he put it. The three of us knew what that meant. As fate would have it, I got to go last, which I think is an advantage. I could at least see what the other girls offered the audience.

The guest judge, let's just call him Alan, for our purposes, took his seat right in front, right up close to the stage. It was obvious we were mostly doing it for him now. He was the sole decider. Bobby went first. She danced and gyrated to, "You can keep your hat on." No more than one minute into the song the top came off. She twirled it around with her finger while she pranced around the stage. The crowd loved it. Her tits were big, bigger than mine, for sure, but they looked fabulous bouncing and swaying as she danced. Alan seemed to enjoy it as well. She stood in front of him and pushed her tits together and licked at her own nipples. The crowd ate that up. She was going to be tough to beat. Her shorts were wet from two cold water baths now, as the song wound down she pulled them down seductively, baring a large amount of cheek. She spanked one cheek playfully. 

I yelled to her, "Hey, that's MY bit," jokingly. She just stuck her tongue out at me, winked and continued. She came dangerously close to revealing her entire ass before she pulled them up just as the song ended. She stood there, topless and dripping, as the emcee urged the audience to respond. They sent her off to thunderous applause. 

Next was Bambi. She danced more expertly, including doing the splits on stage as she peeled off her top. Sure enough, her tits were implants, but they looked spectular on her. She just had on a tiny plaid skirt and skimpy panties. The crowd got a good look at her goods as she did the splits and then raised up, probably revealing more than she intended. Alan was infatuated. His smile never left his face. She didn't even approach him, she worked the crowd instead. Just as the song neared its end she jogged down the first row and let guys who had their hands out slap her tits, like they were getting high fived. By the time the emcee tried to urge the crowd on it was unecessary, you couldn't hear yourself think in that bar. She just sneered as she walked past me. 

"Ignore her," said Bobby encouragingly. "She's a total bitch. Go get 'em," she said as she playfully goosed my ass with her hand. I lurched forward to the stage. I had a feeling Bobby was into girls.

My song was, "Pour some sugar on me." I danced my ass off and my top came off before the first verse started. I worked Alan, I worked the crowd. I lingered as guys felt up my tits, many tweaked my nipples, sending me to new heights of arousal. I stood in front of Alan and laid my tits on the table in front of him. It was an offering. If he was going to touch them he could. They were there for the taking. He just grazed my nipple softly with the back of his hand quickly and sweetly smiled. I moved away. I bent over for the crowd and pulled my shorts down as far as I dared. I heard the enthusiastic response of the crowd. I had to do something special, I didn't know if I was "winning." I stood in front of one particularly rabid fan who was sitting. I bent over him and let my tits fall in his face. I put his face between them and playfully bounced his face in back and forth. He was loving it as much as the crowd was. When I pulled away he grabbed my nipples with his fingers and pulled me back to him, the crowd went crazy. I had to wrench myself away from him, even though the whole time his fingers were on my nipples, electrical charges were shooting directly to my clit. Finally it was done. 

We stood together in the middle of the stage. They took another picture of us together, this time we were all topless, our shirts were gone, as "souvenirs."

The emcee encouraged the raucous crowd. Finally, he went to talk to Alan, who handed him a slip of paper with his winning order. The emcee announced, "the winner of 3rd place, and $75, and our eternal gratitude is...Cowgirl Bobby!"

"Wow," I thought. "That girl is gorgeous." I actually thought she deserved to be the winner. 

The huddled me and the cheerleader bitch together before he announced..."The winner of 2nd place...and $150 dollars...and who is welcome back here ANY time, right guys...?" as the crowd hollered their approval. "...Is Loose Lindsay!"




Lindsay Loves It Ch. 04



"Fuck," I thought. "I didn't win." I looked for Jeff but I didn't see him. I walked back to stand with Bobby as Bambi strutted for the crowd. 

Bobby leaned in to me and whispered, "YOU should've won. Your body is outer wordly."

I smiled at her. "Funny, I thought YOU were going to win, you have the perfect perfect perfect body."

"You know why she won, don't you?" she whispered. "She's Alan's girlfriend, everyone here knows that. She's just his piece of arm candy and she is just a gold digger."

"Wow, that sucks."

"Yeah, I found that out the hard way too, in my first contest that he was the judge I tried to seduce him, I whispered I'd suck his cock if I won. I found out later why I had no chance."

"Why do you do it then?" I wondered.

"It's fun! I love showing myself off, you can't tell me you don't enjoy it, you're a fucking natural!"

"Yes, I do like it," I blushed. "I can't even count the number of guys who have seen me at least topless on this trip "You were going to suck his cock? I uh...wasn't sure you were into guys like that."

"Fuck yeah I love guys, there's nothing better than a big, hard cock. I'm a total slut for cock, " she said with a wistful look. " I love women too, don't get me wrong, you are one of those I could see enjoying."

I blushed again. Jeff would probably be getting off on this. I told her I had to find the guy I came with.

"Your husband?" she asked, eyeing my wedding ring. 

I grinned, "No, I haven't seen him all day." I winked at her. I had her lean over and I gave her a big, wet, sloppy kiss, which many in the crowd got to see. She hugged me and fondled my ass for a minute.

I left her there with her mouth agape, which turned into a big smile. I retrieved my bikini top from my purse and I found Jeff outside, smoking.

"Hey, there you are. Sorry I didn't win," I said apologetically.

"Yeah, that was a rip. Found out that it was rigged for the blonde bimbo."

"Yep, me too, that sucks, though that cowgirl probably deserved to win too."

"Yeah, she was hot, I wouldn't mind riding THAT filly."

I handed him the envelope with $150. "I hope this helps," I said hopefullly. 

He shoved it in his pocket. "Yeah, not as much as $250 but yeah." He had an idea. He posed me in front of the bar sign which had the words, "WET T-SHIRT CONTEST TONIGHT," highlighted. He made me pose there topless while he snapped pictures of me like that while I fanned out the money we'd won. "Just something to remember you by," he grinned.

I told him about what Bobby said about trying to suck Alan off.

"Would you have done that to win?"

"Of course. You know me, you could've made me do it for nothing. You know the owner asked me to come back next Saturday."

"You guys will be gone by then, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'd love Cody to see me do that, though. I hope they still have those back in Michigan. Hey, do me a favor, send one of those pictures to him. He'll go crazy seeing me topless like that, with the money, he'll know I was in the contest."

He smiled and sent it. I'd spent all day in constant excitement. I needed cock and I needed it badly. After seeing all those beautiful tits, I knew Jeff had to be hot for it as well. 

"I don't want to press you, sir. But I gotta have it, I gotta have it bad."

"On fire are you?" He asked as he slid his fingers into me easily, inside my shorts. He made me groan. "Yes, I'm ready for it as well. I thought this out, don't you trust me?"

"Yes, sir!" I said excitedly. "You have been incredible in everything so far."

"How so?"

"Well first, you heard about my fantasy and you took charge. The way you've just naturally made me your sex slave, I hadn't even thought it through all the way like that. You just knew what I needed. Just the way I sucked you off in the alley, the way you treated me, I knew you were the one to start to open our lives like this. Then, the way you took care of my need to suck cock by making me do your friends, well, twice so far. The way you spanked me on the beach showed me what I truly have been missing. I now know that I need that, just like that, rough, cruel, focused. And then, the way you fucked me, choked me, I didn't even know how good that could be. I hadn't even told you of the tattoo thing and you made it come true without me even asking, it's like you were inside my brain. You knew what I wanted, what I needed, even if I didn't."

"And you really want to give a guy like me that ass? You must realize what I want to do to it. Are you even um...experienced like that?"

"I do love anal," I admitted. "Though I don't think Cody is into it as much as I am. We probably do it two or three times a year, and only if I initiate it. He says he loves it, but that he likes to keep it "special." I think he's afraid of hurting me."

"Well that's just wrong," Jeff sniffed. "An ass like that is just ASKING to be fucked and fucked hard."

"I know," I purred, hearing his excitement in thinking about taking my ass.

"You know this isn't going to be like your husband taking your ass at all, right?"

"I would expect nothing less, sir."

We both noticed that I'd taken to calling Sir, primarily. It just seemed like a natural thing to me. I think he enjoyed it as well.

I hopped in the Jeep eagerly. I felt my shorts wetten embarrassingly again. He only drove around the back of the bar. He made me get out. He pushed me up against the fence in the back and told me not to move. He went to the back of the Jeep. I heard jingling and rustling as he returned. He slid something around my neck and clasped it. It was a leather collar of some sort. I heard him snap something. It was a leash. He took out a large zip tie out of his pocket and zipped my wrists tight behind me. He forced me to my knees. He wrapped the leash around one of the poles of the fence and bound me to it. I had only a few inches of slack. I was helpless. He took out a knife. I gasped. He used it to slice my top off of me. He just snickered at the fear in my eyes.

He said gruffly. "I know you tried to win, but you didn't. The way I see it, you still owe me $100 bucks. Luckily for you I found a way to make up for it. He walked away and tapped at the back door of the bar. Ed, the owner appeared in the light. He saw me and grinned lewdly. I saw them talking for a moment. I saw Ed hand him something. Only Ed approached.

He bent down to fondle my tits and tweak my nipples. "Damn, I've wanted to touch these since you showed them earlier. I didn't think I'd be so lucky."

He took his time enjoying them, all the while driving me to distraction with his twists and tugs. Finally, he stepped back and dropped his pants to the ground. This was it, this was how I was going to make the extra money for Jeff, I was going to have to suck this old guy's cock. I loved the idea, I fucking LOVED being made to do it like this, being used like a whore. Jeff had tapped into my fantasy world and was making me live it. I gave old Ed the blowjob of his life, just using my mouth, as my hands were behind me. He deposited his load in me, rewarding me for my expertise. He stepped back with his cock in his hand as it was softening. "Damn, that was the best 50 bucks I ever spent." He winked and walked away.

I saw him shaking Jeff's hand and walk back in the bar. Jeff approached me. He was carrying something in a bag. He took a quick picture of me, my face dripping the old man's cum. "Cody," he just said as I saw him manipulating his phone. I think he was starting to really like teasing Cody with how he was using his slut wife. He sent the picture to Cody, then he laughed. "Aw, he sent you some texts, looks like he was unsuccessful getting any pussy. He said he hopes you are having better luck. He has no idea. He's probably going to whack off all night while you are out doing all this."

I knew Cody wouldn't. I knew he'd want to be rested and ready to take me on when this was all over. He had great willpower.

Jeff untied the leash from the pole and pulled me towards the back of the bar. He let me crawl most of the way, in the dirt, on my knees, my tits occasionally dragging in the dirt as he held up my head with the leash. Naturally, it choked me.

He grinned, "I know you like that."

He tied the leash through a loop in a cement parking block, the kind you can chain bicycles to. He pulled the leash tight to my neck. It was a little too tight, he knew it. My face started to redden. He whispered, "if it gets too much, I'll undo it, trust me." He took my shorts of me. I was now tied, bare ass up, in a bar parking lot. Jeff's was one of the few cars back there, I figured it was mostly for employees. I was trying to slow my breathing so I didn't faint but it was difficult because he was starting to spank my ass, just for fun, just so he could see me struggle. He undid the leash only partially, giving me a few inches of slack. I gulped in a bunch of air. 

"Be right back," he chuckled. He left me there, tied, naked and bound to the ground. My tits were mashed into the dirt, just like my face. I thought of the possibility of being found like that, or even worse, if Jeff was some psycho who might leave me like that purposely. It seemed like forever before I heard footsteps coming around the corner. 

"See, I told you. There she is, just as I said," I heard Jeff say.

I heard appreciative murmurs from a couple of voices. I heard them come closer and stand behind me. Jeff let them admire my open, inviting ass as I knelt there panting. I felt Jeff get on his knees behind me. He leaned in to say to me, "you still owed me $50 bucks, so I tried to find another guy to fill your mouth, but instead, I found two guys who gave me $25 each just to watch me butt fuck you." I heard the guys laugh at hearing that. As they were talking, I recognized one of the voices as the bartender's. So, he was going to see all of me after all. I also heard a giggle from someone else. 

Jeff leaned back and said to her, "yeah, you get to watch for free, you paid your dues earlier." The guys all laughed at that.

I was going to be fucked in the ass by a guy who I knew was rough. Now, I had to let him do it while I was bound, and have to to entertain an audience. I felt his big cock tease the opening of my ass. "Fuck," he spat, does anyone have any lube?" 

I nearly screamed, "use my pussy...I'm so fucking wet right now!" Even as I said it I realized how humiliating that was to admit to strangers. I felt him did his cock in the opening to my slick pussy. He slid into me slowly until he was in fully. He slowly inched his way in, then out, then back in. He was coating himself in my juice. Finally, he took it back out and pressed the head into my asshole.

"Tell us what you want," Jeff urged, his lust growing.

"Oh fuck," I said, my head was spinning. I'd been on edge all day thinking about how he was going to take me. I hadn't even imagined him taking me like this. "I want you in my ass, sir! Oh god, I want you to fuck my ass!"

He turned to the group, "I told you she wants it, in case you doubted me." 

I felt his tip slide into me, milimeter by milimeter. He was teasing me with it. I heard appreciative sighs as Jeff made me wiggle and dance my ass, trying to get him to stick it in. Finally, the head popped past my ring. I heard the female voice an, "oooo." It was Bobby.

Jeff couldn't take it anymore, he started stuffing his fat cock all the way into me. I groaned and shuddered like I was having a seizure. That delighted and amused the "gang." He started sliding in and out of me, slowly, but firmly. On each thrust he made sure he was all the way in me, and he held it there for a moment, before drawing back out. He sawed in and out of me like that. The group grew silent. I think maybe they were starting to feel their own excitement build. Jeff made me beg for it. It pleased the onlookers to hear me scream for him to fuck my ass. 

Jeff pulled me back by my hair as far as he could, taking the slack out of the leash. Each time he pulled he choked me, and, he'd hold me as far back as he could to watch my face turn red while he fucked me. He spanked my ass to warm it before settling in on fucking it. He grabbed my hips and his fingers dug into me as he held on to ride me to his orgasm. He pulled me back by my hips which kept the pressure on my neck. I was gasping, I felt the now familiar weird "aura" of being short on oxygen. I could hear the sounds of his grunts, my own moans, and the group's constant urging. It was overwhelming me. I felt myself convulse and I came violently as his cock filled me. This sent him over the edge as well and he started bucking wildly as he filled me. The gang cheered him on as he pounded me hard. He finally pulled out of me, leaving my ass in the air for the group to watch his cum leak out. He quickly dressed, now a bit embarrassed. He let them all ogle me freely, however. Finally he ushered them around the front, leaving me in a heap of used dirty sex. He was gone again for a bit, I worried that he might be bringing out more people, then I realized it didn't matter. I'd do whatever he wanted, he knew that now. He'd reached inside me and pulled out a fantasy I hadn't even dared dream about. I wondered how this would affect Cody and I, once we were back home, safe in Michigan. It was definitely something we'd have to work out.

I heard footsteps approach. I got scared. I felt a hand on my back, it slid up slowly, caressingly.

"Wow," she said. It was Cowgirl Bobby. "That was quite a show," she purred.

I was still foggy and post orgasmic, I think I was even sobbing. She released the tension on the leash a little. I took a long, deep breath in appreciation.

"I snuck out the back again," she said quickly. "I don't know if he'd want me sneaking back here."

"Yeah, he pretty much gets what he wants, as you can see."

"I can see why, I was fucking totally jealous of you getting that nice cock. I almost offered to fluff him for you," she giggled. Her hand slid under my ribcage and felt my tit. She enjoyed it so much she put her other arm around me and felt the other. She caressed both while moaning softly. She tweaked my nipples expertly. I moaned.

"I think you'd better be careful," I warned, "or else you might find yourself tied right next to me."

I heard her laugh, "and that would be bad because?"

I said, "it would be, because I asked for this, you didn't, you might end up being out here, like this, having to take on whoever's in the bar."

Her hands quickly left my tits. "Yeah, I couldn't take getting gangbanged by those crazy idiots in there. I haven't been gangbanged since my prom, and that was just three semi-innocent guys."

"You'd better go," I urged. 

"I just wish I was as brave as you. This seems so wild, so dangerous, but I admit, totally fucking hot. Now I'm going to have to either find one of the drunken idiots to take me home and hope he can keep it up or I'm really going to have to work out my vibrator. I really need a big fucking cock, though, a soft, feminine tongue might do the trick as well," she said flirtatiously to me. She bent over and kissed me softly on the cheek.

I'm a fan of women. I haven't had much experience with them, but some, in college. But you'd have to be dead not to be attracted to her. I wished I could accommodate her but this night, it wasn't possible. Suddenly, I had a fucking total inspiration as she started to rise.

"Wait, wait," I panted urgently as I heard voices behind the back door of the bar, someone was coming. "Bobby, go to the Catalina Motel, Room #6. Believe me, you'll get all the wonderful cock you need tonight. Tell him Lindsay sent you, he'll know why."

She hustled off, I didn't know if she took me seriously or not. If she did, she'd have one of the best fuckings of her life, of that I was sure.

Jeff came out and unhooked me from the block. He never untied me the rest of the night, except to let me clean up or use the bathroom. He did exchange the zip ties to a more comfortable bathrobe belt. He made me pay for a closer motel and I did so with Cody's credit card. That always excited Jeff. I spent most of the night with my hands tied above me to the headboard. He had sex with me every couple hours. He took my pussy again, and my ass, both times he chose to cum on my face and tits. I awoke in the morning, still bound to the bed. My face was caked with dried cum, it was crusted on my tummy and tits as well.

He was standing over me, smiling. I could see he was ready to go. "So," he said seriously, "I suppose there's no chance of you coming with me..."

I got the inference. "No, oh god, I'm sorry, sir. I'm in love with my husband."

"I just don't get it," he shrugged. "It seems like you are in love with sex, especially the kind I can give you. Trust me, it will be more of the same, plus, back at the base, you know I know tons of guys..."

That thought made my pussy jump. I could see his eyes, they were soft, pleading. "Jeff, you made this vacation one I'll never forget. Plus, you've opened the part of me that I'd been trying to get out my whole adult life. I'll be forever grateful for that."

"I see," he said softly. "I thought so. Any chance of you coming to visit? I doubt I'll ever be anywhere near Michigan. Too damned cold for me."

"I never thought of that," I said seriously. "God, really, what would that weekend be like?" I giggled, trying to picture it, with him, in his home environment, where he knew all the places, all the people he could involve.

"Well for one, I'd put you to the test about your cock sucking. You think sucking all those cocks since I met you was a lot? You'd be constantly busy."

"Well that's an excellent sales pitch, sir," I grinned. I told him I'd definitely have to think about it now. I had no idea what Cody would think about all this, it seemed like I'd been away forever. 

Jeff leaned over the bed, he took his knife out again. He saw me grin. He teased my nipples with the tip of the blade. I sighed. It made them as firm as ever. "God I'm going to miss this," he said regretfully.

"Me too," I cooed. He cut me loose. I kissed him all the way to the door as we felt each other up. His fingers got inside me one last time and he made me gasp. He took his fingers out and ran them under his nose. "There, something to remember you by on the long drive home."

He disappeared. He was off to pick up Ronnie and Mark and head back to North Carolina. I took a shower then took a cab back to the Catalina. I walked in to find Cody and Bobby still asleep, their naked bodies totally entertwined. I undressed quietly and slid into bed with them. Bobby was facing me, she opened her eyes groggily. 

"Did I or did I not tell you?" I grinned, referring to Cody's wonderful cock, his prowess with it, and his tongue.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "How do you ever leave the house? Oh, right..." she giggled as she remembered why I was out all night. 

I kissed her fully on the lips and felt her hands pull me into her. The three of us snuggled close and slept together most of the morning. The next few days of the trip might just get interesting, I thought.

End of Lindsay Loves It-4