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Jade's Weekend Away Ch. 01

By: Lukenjade



* Sorry it has taken so long to continue this series but time flies. I am not sure what category to put this in, so I hope Non-Consent/Reluctance is a better choice, although it could go in BDSM or Loving Wives maybe.

It's about two couples, and one female in particular who has discovered her submissive side, which the others are happy to embrace. If you don't like sex outside of a monogamous relationship, then don't read it. It's not for you.

For those that do enjoy this type of content, thanks for reading and any thoughts welcome for sure. Cheers.




Since our night with Paul and Adele, Jade and I have not looked back, and most of our sexual exploits have centred around the domination of my beautiful brunette girlfriend.

Some nights, I would tease her to the point of insanity, on others we would go on adventures, with Jade wearing outfits I had picked out for her. I would text her at work and make her find a private spot to take sordid photos, and she would be often forced to answer the front door or walk through public areas in the skimpiest of outfits. We hardly had a night off in the fortnight following our night at the hotel with our best friends, with Jade almost begging for me to replay all of the elements of our four-way frolics, from spanking to humiliation and everything in between.

However, what fuelled things the most, was the fact that we had accepted that there was no going back from our new found sexual freedom, and that our next liaison with Paul and Adele would be a new high in our fully fledged fantasy life together.

We had agreed to not meet for a few weeks in order to keep things special, but we all talked a lot on the phone, and Paul and I had hatched a plan that both girls agreed to in a flash...

This coming weekend, Jade would be the property of Paul and Adele, to do with as they pleased. I would stay at home, and she would be their 'special lodger' - their toy - and given that I had already witnessed them turn Jade into an eager whore, I knew that this adventure would rewrite the rulebook to our special relationship.

She was to leave home on friday for work, and not return until monday evening, after her first day of the working week. And unlike all other times we had experimented together, we agreed to set no boundaries, but instead trust each other to 'get it right'. Looking back, I think this was understood by all four of us to be a 'green light'.

In the days running up, Jade and I seemed to be always up to something deviant, and our pillow talk was as filthy as usual, as I quized Jade about what she expected might happen. Always the temptress, and revelling in her new submissive role, she had a theme to her replies.

''Whatever happens, happens. I must obey them.''

''I don't care. They can do anything they want to me.''

''I am sure they will do very nasty things Luke and I won't be able to stop them.''

On the thursday all four of us were like school children, texting each other all sorts of sexually charged messages, and it brought into focus just how crazy this weekend was destined to be. Paul was debauched, of course, but as I have written before, it was Adele who had the brains, and she was only kept on some sort of leash because I was there to control things.

It was agreed that Jade, every night, would spend an hour or two writing me a detailed email during her stay, revealing what had actually happened to her, therefore keeping me in the loop and easing any fears, however unlikely, that might arise. By this stage, it almost felt like our buddies were a part-time extension to our own relationship, rather than any form of cheating or extracurricular activity. Although, as yet, we hadn't gone all the way.

The fun and games began as soon as I opened my eyes on friday morning, as I turned off my phone alarm and was greeted with a text from Paul.

''She's all mine buddy. No touching this morning and tell the ho to send me a naked picture to start my day. Make it x-rated. In fact, you take it.''

Jade was already in the bathroom, showering ahead of the lustful 72 hours that lay ahead. We kissed, and I explained to her that her gratifying torment had already begun.

''Fucking pervert,'' she said with a smile, before sitting back on the toilet, placing one leg on the neighbouring sink, and the other one on the edge of the towel rack, spreading open for her impromptu photo-shoot. 

''He said x-rated,'' I reminded my exhibitionist.

With that she reached her hand between her legs and parted her pink lips as wide as she could. The devilish picture was sent, and Paul's reply was swift.

''Thats the last you will see of that cunt for a while my friend! I have the day off work to prepare. Tell the slave to leave her underwear at home today, and not to bother bringing any clothes with her this weekend.''

I carried out his request, and Jade didn't as much as bat an eyelid, simply pulling on her above-knee black skirt and dark grey, fitted jumper which, while not see through, displayed her already erect nipples for anyone who looked closely enough.

We kissed, but my wandering hands were soon removed from her body.

''Sorry, Luke, my master told me no touching. I have to go.''

With a teasing wink and a twist of her hips she was out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out of the front door in seconds. Let the games begin.

It goes without saying, it was hard to concentrate at work on friday, and by the time I received my first email around midnight on friday evening, my cock had already jerked to explosion several times, my mind running wild with possibility, and my curiosity driving me to distraction. On another weekend, it may be Paul going through this, our even Adele, but this weekend was all about Jade and allowing her to be the submissive sexpot I had created.

I won't bore you with too much in terms of details of my day, but instead will just print the emails sent.

'Hi Luke,

I am upstairs in Paul and Adele's spare bedroom and, as agreed, I can take as long as I need to properly tell you about Day One.

Where do I start?

Well, work was eventful! In the morning, Paul ordered me to send him two pictures; one of my pussy and one of my tits, but they had to be taken in my workplace in a room with evidence of other people. My heart was racing but I managed to pull it off.

I was able to hook up my skirt under my desk, then push my chair out a little and snap a picture from low down, and in the background you could see that creep Jason walking with his back to me. The thought of that piece of shit seeing me disgusted me, yet that just made me even more wet. 

It was more difficult to photograph my tits, so I just walked over to a corner window, and pulled my top up with my back to the office. I waited and waited but had to do it with three other people at their desks, but I think I got away with it. Paul was happy with the results!

At lunch I was ordered to go to the sex shop and buy three items, ones that we hadn't used before, and if they were not hardcore enough then I would be punished. I had to take them back into the office in the bag, and it anybody asked what was in it, I HAD to tell them.

I ended up picking out some anal beads, a red-ball gag and a devise I put on my clit and was activated via remote control.

Nobody mentioned the bag until after three when I had a meeting with my immediate boss, Dominic, the well built guy you met at his fiftieth birthday party last year. In his office he asked me had I been out shopping at lunchtime, and I said yes, hoping that would be it, but he responded, ''anything nice?'', so I told him i was having a naughty night and had been doing some special shopping. My little uncovered slit was so wet from embarrassment that I was so glad to be wearing a black skirt, otherwise a damp spot would have been visible.

He then asked me had I found what I had been looking for? I didn't want to answer but I had to. I told him I had bough some beads, a little gizmo for my panties plus a little restraint for some role play.

''Oh, the old handcuffs!''

I tried to be a little vague, but I had to obey my master.

''No, a gag actually.''

''Oh, a kinky weekend for you then. Luke must be waiting for you already. What are you planning to do with the beads?''

''They are for my ass, sir. Anyway, what do you need me for?''

My directness left him lost for words and he shuffled his papers as we regained our professional demeanor, but no doubt he would be telling his buddies about my confession that I liked to stick things inside my tight hole. As I left the office, he told me to ''have fun tonight'', and I just smiled back over my shoulder, feeling my pussy tighten as he said it.

Paul texted me in the afternoon with one last order... to call him and then flirt explicitly with someone in the office with the phone on speaker on my desk. Bastard.

I did as he asked, waiting for a quiet moment, then called Robert over to have a look at some numbers I was working on, knowing that he was as bashful a man I would find in my work. As he looked over my shoulder, I told him to be careful as his cock might poke me in the back.

He laughed, a little surprised, and said, ''that's a bit forward for you, isn't it?''

I acted shy, and said, ''Sorry, I am just a little horny today. Just the thought of sex is making me fidget.''

He moved a little closer, brushing my shoulder with his concealed dick. I was a little light-headed knowing that Paul was listening in, able to hear his slave carry out his demands.

''Wouldn't want to make it worse for you Jade.''

I laughed, and told him that I hoped some lucky girl was getting her hands around his meat tonight, to which he said he had a date, but was always open to other ideas.

''Now, Robert, I am wet enough,'' I said, ''don't make it any worse.''

''Well, if it gets too much for you, you know where I sit.''

With that he walked away, not quite believing just how loose lipped I had been. I hung up the phone and Paul texted me straight away.

''Very good, tramp. Home by seven, or else I shall be texting Robert this mornings photo from YOUR phone tonight.''

Luke, I was so fucking randy on the way home, but the traffic was awful. I should have been there by 6.30, but instead I was running up their driveway with seconds to spare. I just made it, otherwise Robert would now be looking at my gaping cunt. Why does that actually turn me on?

Adele opened the door and made me immediately strip off in the hallway. She pushed me onto all fours, then onto my back, forcing me to spread my ass and pussy as she examined it, before making me go straight upstairs and shave off the little pubic hair I have. 

I came down and they pounced on me straight away, making me lie across their coffee table and bring myself to the point of orgasm five times in a row without climaxing. Fuckers.

They then took me to their double shower, and made me wash them from head to toe as they kissed and touched each other. I thought Adele might have shaved as well, but she still had her little whisp of blonde hair. I then had to towel them dry, and when I had finished they said the only way to make sure I had done a good job was to use my tongue to check.

Paul bent over the bed and Adele spread his ass. I fell to my feet, resigned to my fate, and licked the entire length between his cheeks until she pulled my head away. Then they swapped positions and I had to do the same to Adele, although she was much more vocal and told me to push my tongue in as far as I could and bury my face until I had to pull away for air.

Afterwards, they asked me did i want to cum and I was already begging them, but they just laughed and called me names.

Everyone remained naked, and we went downstairs to their lounge, where they had fun inserting the anal beads into my asshole. I know we have played here before, but they didn't take their time, and only used my pussy juices for lubrication. They then laid me on my back, with the beads still inside me, and Paul worked his four fingers inside me up to the knuckle, then slowly opened me up, careful not to let me cum, even inserting his thumb just below my clitoris. They kept asking me did I want to cum and was I their little fuck-puppet.

Adele kept saying that I would do anything they asked. All I could do was beg and agree, as they removed the beads slowly from my ass, which made my almost cum without touching myself. As each one stretched me open I felt even more high, knowing that our friends where just inches from my puckered little hole. I moaned and swore, but they soon kept me quiet by making me lick and suck Paul's hand and the anal beads.

They then neglected me, making me go into the kitchen and clean for them, when all I wanted to do was be abused! When I had finished they made me sit in silence as they watched the TV, giggling mischievously to themselves.

The doorbell rang and they told me to collect the Chinese food, so I immediately obeyed and opened the door, completely naked, to some fucking student delivery boy. I have to admit I loved showing all of myself to this stranger. He was obviously just doing this part-time for pocket change, and was the type of jock I avoided at school. He wasn't shy in looking me all over, and when he eventually handed over the food and the money he said, ''have fun tonight''. That's the second person today to say that!

They made me eat my food with one of Adele's dildos buried inside me, with she inserted herself. I could hardly eat I was so weak with sexual appetite.

Soon after, they held my head back and poured beer into my mouth, telling me not to spill a drop. I managed half a bottle before I began to choke, so they turned me over and took turns and welting my ass, as the dildo slipped out onto the floor from my wetness. After so many slaps I stopped counting, but when they finally stopped they made me sit down again which caused me to wince in pain as my ass meet with the sofa. I'm sure the marks will still be there for you to see on Monday, along with the others.

They told me I had to drink four beers in half an hour or I would be sent home, so I chugged my way quickly through the alcohol, as you know I want to be here until Monday. I want to be used and abused by our friends. I want them to force me to do things I have never done.

I needed the bathroom and both of them made me crawl on my hands and knees upstairs. They told me to hover over the toilet and they videoed me taking a piss, directing me to spread wide and hold myself open for a better view. They ordered me to wipe my cunt with my hand and then lick my fingers, all caught on camera. I had to force myself but I did it and it made my snatch pulsate and drip again.

Adele then took a towel and wiped my pussy until it was dry, on the outside at least. She said I had to kneel down and hold Paul's cock as he pissed, then suck on it once he had finished but before he had given his pretty member a shake. If my pussy was dry afterwards, then I would not have to accompany them to the toilet again, but if it was wet then I would be a regular visitor.

Adele kept telling me to move closer to his stream, so my head was no more than two inches from his yellow flow, and once it had stopped, I opened my mouth, sucking his dick for the first time tonight and tasting a metallic tang on my tongue. I couldn't suck it enough, Luke. I wanted every inch of it as it hardened in my mouth, but Adele grabbed my hair and dragged me to my feet, taking my into their bedroom, where she wiped her hand along my slit, tutting in distain as she did. I was soaking, and she told me that I was going to pay for being such a cock-hungry slut this weekend, before making me lick her hand clean of my juices.

We went back downstairs and they made me drink some more cheap beer as they enjoyed their wine. Then they spread me open on the sofa, and Paul licked my clit as Adele twisted and slapped my tits, causing them to burn and send dizzying shockwaves deep into my body. I was ordered to scream 'I'm a fucking cheap cunt'' when I felt I was near to cumming. I was in agony, Luke. I would have done anything to orgasm.

They then dragged me back to their bedroom, throwing me on the bed, as Paul pulled my legs a par, positioning his dick just inches from my bald twat. Jade straddled my chest, her legs pinning my arms, her pussy inches from my face.

''Do you want to be fucked, slave?''

Luke, I begged them. I would have left anyone fuck me at that moment. You know what I get like when I am teased and tormented for hours. I become a different person. They had me on the edge for so long that I would have done anything, the more nasty the better.

Paul was rubbing his tip along the folds of my pussy, teasing me even more, and they just kept asking me if I wanted cock. Oh fuck, I was desperate.

Adele then said, ''If you want cock stick your tongue out and eat my pussy bitch.''

You know I have never done this but I would have done anything to orgasm - and to please them - so I just opened my mouth and she lurched forward, her little blonde pussy meeting with my tongue. Oh god, it was crazy but all I wanted to do is make her happy. The smell, the taste, I actually began to push into her. I felt so used, Luke, and every time she verbally insulted me I licked and sucked harder. I liked it. No, I loved it. I want to eat her pussy again as soon as she lets me. The more depraved, the hornier I get. I can hardly sit still as I type this.

She rode my face faster and faster, then exploded all over me, her clear juices running down either side of my cheek. As she fell off to the side in relief, Paul was standing between my legs, jerking his dick in his hand.

''Please,'' I said, ''make me cum.'' I am pretty sure a tear ran down my face. Instead, he just stood up on the bed, shaft in hand, and walked over me until he was just above my waist and below my tits. I know you are a little bit bigger, but he does have such a smooth, perfect dick. I needed filled up, but he just stood over me and shot his load with a massive groan, his first lashing of cum hitting my eye and the second my nose, before dripping the rest of his seed onto my tits and stomach.

I was then ordered my Adele to spoon it all up in my fingers and eat it, then lick Paul's shaft, balls and ass clean of cum and sweat, as he lay on his back and I climbed between his legs. Adele spanked me raw again as I eagerly sorted out the mess I had caused.

Luke, they then told me to write this email and go to bed in the spare room without touching myself. Paul says he will know in the morning if I have wanked myself off, as I will take longer to cum when they eventually let me. I wouldn't anyway as I am here to do what I am told.

Hopefully tomorrow I will get what I need, although if this was just day one, I dread to think what they have planned tomorrow.

J x'

To be continued...

Jade's Weekend Away Ch. 02



* Hi. As I said in chapter 1, if you are not a fan of group sex, or sex outside of a relationship, this series is not for you. Thanks.



My saturday seemed to last about a month, as I idled around the house, day-dreaming about Jade and what she might be going through at the hands of our best friends Paul and Adele. 

I watched a lot of sport, a couple of films and even tried to do some work at home, but I couldn't focus for more than a few minutes, before drifting off into lurid visions, my cock painful with hardness.

11pm came and went, as did midnight. No email. Then one o'clock passed, and sixty minutes later still nothing, but it wasn't as if I would be getting much sleep anyway. I began to think that maybe she hadn't had time to send me her detailed account of today's adventures, but I reminded myself that Paul would make sure we kept to the plan and, eventually, just before 4am, as I was starting to nod off on the sofa, I heard the 'ding' of a message received...

'Hi Luke,

Sorry it's taken so long to email but it has taken me hours to type everything, but I promised you EVERY detail. I will try to write it as accurate as possible, and include as much of the conversation, as I know you like that.

I woke up at ten o'clock, as demanded, and found a note on my bedside table.

'Slave,

Take the next half an hour to shower and prepare yourself for the day. Come down to the kitchen, naked, at 10.30am sharp, or you will be sent home.'

I did as I was told, before making my way downstairs, to find Paul and Adele drinking coffee at the table. They pointed to the sideboard, telling me to cook breakfast for three, so at least I knew I was going to eat.

I made the mistake of asking them what they had planned for today, and they quickly told me to speak only when spoken to, then they just ignored me as they continued their own conversation. I already felt a pulse in my clit, which was so deprived and desperate to be licked and rubbed and slapped until I spurted my cum.

After breakfast, I was made to tidy the kitchen, as they watched with sadistic grins, prompting me if I missed something or didn't carry out my tasks perfectly.

I was then bent over the kitchen table, as Paul inserted the anal beads into my ass again, spiting on them to at least give me some relief. As he did so, Adele calmly informed me that they were going out for a while and that I must clean the house from top to bottom, without touching myself or the beads. I was ordered to think only dirty thoughts the whole time, and if my pussy wasn't soaking on their return they would tie my to their bed and leave me until tomorrow, untouched.

I did just that, for almost three hours. At first, my ass was very sore, but eventually I became accustomed to the intrusion, and every time I bent over or moved in certain ways my pussy would twitch and lubricate, to the point I almost made a squelching noise when I walked. 

They arrived home about 2pm and began inspecting my handiwork, full of praise for my efforts, with Paul pushing me against a wall, face first, almost as if to frisk me, sticking two fingers roughly inside my hole to confirm I had thought enough nasty things to provide them with a sopping cunt. Adele pulled the beads from my ass and fed them to me, as I was made to suck them. I had to force myself as I hadn't been touched today and wasn't yet pushed beyond that point of no control.

I was then sent to the bedroom, where Paul manoeuvred me onto my back as Adele rustled through some bags she had brought back from their outing, pulling out a massive black dildo. I knew where that was going, but it was thick and about twelve inches, so I hoped they would defile me enough to make my pussy stretch so wide, as I had only ever seen a real cock like that once before, and I told you about not being able to fit that inside me when I was younger.

Both of them stripped down to their underwear, Adele wearing black matching bra and panties, Paul already hard in his tight boxers, and it was he who began to insert the first half inch of the massive ebony member into my tunnel.

Adele came beside me, lifting my head onto her lap.

''Now, tramp, you are going to talk dirty to us about whatever we demand. If we feel you are holding back at any stage, we will shove this monster inside you in one stroke, so remember who is in charge here.''

I just moaned as the head of the dildo began to really open me up, now loitering an inch inside, with more girth to come.

''Who do you least like sexually at work and why?''

I told them Jason, the creep, because he thinks he can have anyone and he is always looking at me like with that fucking smile, like he can fuck me whenever he wants.

Adele told me to close my eyes and picture him fucking me. I was not sure why they were doing this, but I trusted them and began to call his name.

''Jason, stick that big dick inside me. I won't tell. You can do anything to me. You know you can have me whenever you want...''

As I went on, the thought of lowering myself to fuck such a snake began to blow my mind, and it made me desperate for real cock. Paul continued to work in and out of me with what felt like a tree trunk, and I always lost my breath as the helmet popped inside me.

''I want you to use me Jason, and tell everyone in the office about what a cheap whore I am. You can pick any hole you like.''

Adele didn't need to say anything as I was offering up the dirtiest and vilest of thoughts, as Paul pushed another couple of inches deeper..

''You can take pictures if you want, show them to your mates and snigger at me in the office. Please stick your big cock in further, Jason! I want you to treat me like a useless cunt.''

Adele told me that I was to stop when I felt I might cum, then asked me for another subject, this time closer to home. 

''What about Luke's younger brother, Adam?'' said said. ''You told me he was always looking you over when you went on holiday with his family. Pretend it's his big, young dick.

This was so wrong, and the thought had never crossed my mind. As you know, he is 18 and a young 18 at that, but I did as I was told, spurred on by the fact that Paul was now moving six inches of thick, black dildo in and out of me, and he still had half in his hand.

''Mmm... faster. Your cock is so much bigger than your brothers. I bet you have wanked over me a thousand times you dirty little bastard. How does it feel to be fucking my cunt? Faster, Adam, please do me before your dad and Luke come back from playing golf.''

I was lost in my fantasy, and just kept asking him to fuck me harder with his young dick, forcing myself to believe it was him. I felt so ashamed by my actions but, as you know, the more I am coerced into doing things, the more I want to be abused. And the more I was digesting my words, the more I wanted to talk.

Paul was now reaming my fuck hole with seven inches of hardness, thumping it in line with my demands.

''I want you to empty your balls into me Adam, so I can feel you dripping out of me when we all have dinner tonight. I know your dad wishes he was fucking me now, I see the way he looks at me. You can take my panties with you Adam, and keep them to jerk into. Any time I am alone, just come around to the house and stretch me open.''

Soon enough, I had to put my hand down to my pussy and tell Paul to stop, as I was on the brink, but I still kept talking.

''Do you think your Uni mates might want to fuck me too? I could come to your dorm and you could all use me as your sperm bank.''

Adele asked me to pick the last subject... to close my eyes as my tide of orgasm subsided, and go further than just your brother and a guy at work. I did as commanded, catching my breath and lowering my heart rate as I thought. I wanted the person I decided on to disgust me, so that I could live up to Paul and Adele's expectations.

''Okay, the guy who lives two doors down from me. Steven, the old builder guy who always make the perverted comments when I walk past on my own. He did it to you too. Fat fucking prick.''

Adele approved, as her other half began to build his pace once again, pummelling my slit with this obscene dildo.

''You disgusting fat asshole. I bet you have never had pussy like this. You can fuck me any time Luke is away. Come on, you piece of shit, fuck me then after all your big words.''

I was now so full I felt like my sloppy cunt had no room left in it, as Paul battered my back wall.

''That's it. Stretch me so wide that a normal dick will not satisfy me. Hurt me, Steven, fucking use me like you kept telling me you would!''

I couldn't believe Paul had managed to impale ten inches of that thing into me, but even he knew that any more was not possible. Still, he made sure he was pulling it all the way back to my opening, then smashing it all the way back in, time and time again.

''You can take me in the back of your van to work. Tie me to an old mattress and allow your dirty old disgusting friends to defile me.''

Adele whispered as I finished another verbal volley of smut.

''Do you want Paul's cock now, slut?''

''Yes! Please. I need a real dick. Please. I will do anything.''

''You will already do anything. What have we got to gain from letting you have some real meat?''

''I will do anything, please! You can call me any time and I will carry out your every word.''

''Mmm,'' she teased, ''I am not sure Luke would approve.''

Paul continued to shove their new purchase inside me.

''No, he would. I know he would. He knows its going to happen. He would allow me right now, as long as it's Paul.''

''Do you like his cock?''

''Yes, I do. It's so smooth and perfectly formed. I love it in my mouth and I want him to fill my nasty pussy.''

Paul yanked the dildo from my insides, and as I was begging Adele to give me some real cock, he had taken his phone out and was videoing the gaping hole that remained after my latest ordeal.

''Well,'' she concluded, ''lets see if you can tighten up again a bit and then, maybe, he will fuck you. Take me to the toilet.'' She walked ahead of me, removing her bra and panties as she went.

I was now used to this, after last night, but instead of making me wipe her folds with my hand after relieving herself, she lifted her pelvis off the toilet seat, and forced my head into her warmth. I lapped up a mix of her juices and the last droplets of piss that remained. She goaded me on, urging me to lick faster and within two minutes she was cumming, falling back onto the seat as her liquid exploded from her pussy and onto my face. She had to bark at me to stop attacking her clit, which was now too sensitive to touch.

Paul was stood at the door, unknown to me, as he slowly clapped the performance, before helping his accomplice off her seat and standing in her place, pointing at his softening member. I knew what to do...

Once again I held it as he began to pulsate, only his semi-erection meant that his stream was interrupted a little before gushing out, with early trickles running down my hand. Soon he was finished, and turned to me, knowing that it was my job to clean him up.

This time, he told me to stick my tongue out and open my mouth wide, then trailed his two fingers from the bottom of his shaft to the top of his hood, squeezing two large drops and a few smaller ones onto my waiting tongue and down my throat. I flinched at first but held my position and was soon sucking him dry and enjoying the fact he had reduced me to a little piss whore. I was now over the line and out of control, just like yesterday, and was totally in their hands. How far would I go? I was completely ready and willing to follow their every whim.

I was brought into the bedroom, put on all fours and gagged with the ball I bought on friday, which strapped around the back of my head. Adele demanded that I closed me eyes until I was told I could open them, and she began rubbing my clit, tightening my cunt back up after the pounding it had taken just before.

''That's better, slag,'' she purred, then ran her finger up my back, sending a shiver down my spine. She then put her finger under my chin, raised my head slightly, and told me to open my eyes. As I did, my pussy lips were parted and my fuck hole was full in one split second...

Paul was fucking me, Luke. After all that teasing over all those nights, he just stuck it straight inside me without any notice. I could hardly catch my breath, Luke. I was so grateful for his length, but I was in a state of shock at how it happened, without warning. I think we all knew that this weekend would be a new level for us, and I think we all knew that we would be going all the way. I know you will be hard right now, stroking your big dick.

Even though Paul is a little bit smaller, he knows how to use that beautiful cock of his. He's like a jack-hammer. Relentless. I was on fire inside, my screams muffled by the ball in my whore mouth.

''This is the half-way point of your weekend, and you have done well, so this is your reward,'' said Adele. ''You can cum now.''

Luke, Adele had to reach underneath my stomach and hold me up. I orgasmed fifteen seconds after she said I could, with Paul's gorgeous manhood still bludgeoning in and out of me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips to make sure he could slam into me right up to his balls. My mouth leaked with streams of saliva, my forced open mouth unable to stop my spit, as both ends off my body oozed with bodily fluids.

I thought I was going to pass out, and as I began to get my my breath back, he just kept going... same position, same speed, same ferociousness. Luke, he was insatiable. I was getting a little sore after cumming but it was merciless. Just as I began to worry, Adele removed my gag and started to quiz me, and I started to feel my shameless, used pussy soak once more.

''Did you like talking like a cheap harlot to your workmate?''

''Mmm, yes.''

''Why?''

''Because... because you made me.''

''Did you like your ass being stuffed last night, and then being forced to lick the beads clean?''

''Oh God... don't stop Paul, please. Yes! I fucking love it. I loved having to force myself.''

''And are you a little dyke now, happy to lick women as well as suck cock?''

''I am a filthy little fucking bitch and I love eating you out.''

I started to feel flutters in my stomach, as I grabbed a handful of bed sheet to help deal with Paul's non-stop abuse. How the fuck had he not cum yet? Even when I was at College I was never fucked for so long at such a fast speed in one position.

''And are you a little cleaner for us when we need to piss? Are you so fucking hungry for us that you will do anything?''

''I will do... ahhhhh... any....''

My pussy was retracting and expanding around my new dick, as I went over the edge again, cumming just from a good fucking - no, a great fucking - for the second time, without any break. Luke, you know I cum with you inside me sometimes, but never in my life has it happened twice. I almost screamed the house down, and I am sure any passers by would have thought a felony was taking place inside.

Panting, muscles tightening and sweat dripping from me, Paul just continued his assault on my hole, as Adele just kept talking.

''You were saying...''

''Oh fuck, I am not sure I can take...''

Before I got another word out Adele slapped my face and squeezed my cheeks together. 

''Answer the fucking question, or we will make sure Luke and Paul do not give you any more cock for a month.''

''I will do anything you ask me. Anything. Even when I think... fuck... ah... even when i think I don't want to you are always right.''

With that, Adele move down towards my battered slit, then assumed the same position beside me, on all fours with her ass in the air. She looked me in the eye...

''Here's another thing you have never done before. Close your eyes. You do not deserve to see your master ejaculate.''

I felt my pussy empty as fast as it had been filled, then Paul groaned as he emptied himself, although I felt none of it on me. Fuck, Luke, he deserved the biggest orgasm ever after the fucking he gave me.

I was yanked from my thoughts by the hair, as Luke turned me a full 180 degrees, then dragged me behind Adele's upturned ass, which was now covered in cum, a pool of it caught in her asshole, some above it and a little more running down onto her blonde pussy.

Paul, who had been quiet for so long, issued the command I knew was coming my way.

''Don't leave a drop, slut.''

It was still warm as I greedily lapped it from my tormentors tight hole, sucking when I needed to and swallowing as I went. Even when she was clean, I began to tongue her dark tightness, only to be swatted on the ass and told to behave myself.

''Now, go and shower yourself, then you will be allowed to sleep until 6 o'clock. You will need the rest.''

As I rubbed the gel into my body, my little cunt was still puffy and raw from the fucking and the orgasms that had ripped through me. When i lay on the bed, I was asleep quicker than Paul had stuck his lovely length into me.

At six, I was awoken by a smiling Adele, who told me she had laid a nice new dress out for me in the bathroom, and I was to change into that and the see-through netted thong.

''We will play tonight, but for the next few hours we will return to normal. You need to come right back down to normal life, so we can bring you back to even greater heights, so hurry up as we have a table booked for dinner.

Surprised, I slipped in the lovely new outfit and bounded downstairs, then with smiles we drove for over an hour and a half to a stunning country restaurant, where we ordered wine, ate a stunning dinner and talked about anything and everything, much more like the four of us normally would. I could now see the method to their madness, as I was now everyday Jade again, but I knew they would be pushing my buttons soon enough.

After our second bottle, Paul paid the bill and we returned to the car. He had only had a glass of wine, due to the driving. As we approached the doors, Adele barked, ''Right, whore, into the backseat.''

They both climbed into the front, and Adele continued.

''There is a bag beside you. Take off your dress and change into the outfit. Keep the panties.''

It took me about ten minutes to manage it, as Paul hammered along some bumpy roads, but soon enough I had swapped my tasteful dress for a black bra top and a short, pleated skirt, which must have been a total of about 12 inches, and just managed to reach the bottom of my ass.. I am not sure how to describe it, other than slutty clubwear.

We drove in silence for another half an hour, before entering a smaller town, which I was not familiar with. We pulled up in a car park beside a medium sized building, and their plan was revealed.

''This place is full of proper, hedonistic clubbers. The men are either perverts or a little rough, or both. The women are cheap little tarts. You will sit with us, until we give you a mission, then you will immediately carry it out. Understood.''

''Yes.''

We had no problem walking straight in, given the fact that it was two girls and one guy, and even though I was almost naked, there were other younger girls, maybe closer to 21, competing for the attention.

Once in, the shots and beer was coming thick and fast for Adele and I, the dancefloor was packed and the music pounding. My first assignment was not long in coming, and Adele seemed to relish every word.

''Go onto the dance floor and don't come back until three men have put their hand up your top or under your skirt.''

I immediately headed towards the mass of bodies, eager to please my controllers and to not defy my natural desire to be controlled by other people. Luke, I wanted to be touched by three men, not because of the men, but because of Paul and Adele. The more I had to force myself to go through with their commands, the more dizzy and wet I became.




Jade's Weekend Away Ch. 02



I went straight into the busiest part of the dancefloor, which was obviously meant only for women nasty enough to contend with the consequences. I felt a man put his hand on my waist and I pushed back into him immediately, grinding into him, my dress lifting as I moved to reveal my almost non-existent thong. I turned to face him, draping my hands around his neck as he cupped my waist.

He was a decent looking guy, full of smiles, but wasn't giving me what I needed, so I turned away, and moved in between two young men, who were wide eyed and loving the whole vibe. 

They were smart, fashionable, and much better groomed than anyone else, the taller man's white t-shirt tightly fitted and looking sharp against his black skin. In truth, as a teenage single girl, I wouldn't have minded being the meat in their sandwich.

I reached back and put my hand around his neck, pulling him into the back and me, while the guy in front moved in and rubbed his hands on my torso. They were both closing in as I moved my hips and eventually I could feel a dick on my ass and another brushing the front of my skirt, which rode up and was now not covering all of my snatch.

Hands crept around and began to massage my tits, over the top, which still didn't count, but then the white guy in front of me made room and cupped the front of my panties, rubbing the entire length with his whole palm. That's one, but I needed two before moving on, so I turned around, keeping the rhythm as I faced the man who was so eagerly kneading my breasts, reaching down between his legs and giving his thick cock a little squeeze through his jeans, all the while attracting the attentions of my previous assailant, who was now rubbing my ass, even running a finger under the material and pulling the thong slightly outwards. 

My dark destroyer in front of me knew I was fair game, and gave me what I needed to please my masters, repeating the actions of my first conquest, only with two fingers, sparking my clit into life with his expert touch through my panties which were now wet and even more pointless than they were went I put them on.

I slipped out immediately, and both men feigned hurt, with a smile, as I shot them a cheeky look and heading towards the back of the dance floor, where you could hardly move with bodies, and I could see one little trashy bitch in a tiny white dress, humping against her boy, flashing her ass and openly rubbing his hardness.

I saw a man in a checked shirt, a rough builder type, shaved head, trying to lure in every piece of skirt that passed him. He was everything I don't like in a guy, but he was a one-way ticket to completing my challenge, and I was not here for me, but for Paul and Adele.

I made a beeline for him, and immediately he was whooping and acting like some sort of action hero, grabbing me close and pressing himself into my cunt as my leg fell either side of his and we began to dance. He was immediately on my tits, wrapping his fingers over the top and tickling the top of my nipples with his finger nails. Did that count? I didn't want to leave it to chance, and I knew I wouldn't have to.

His massive shovel hands moved down my back and straight under my skirt, grabbing my ass checks and actually pulling them apart as he treated me like a piece of meat, without even knowing my name.

I had achieved my goal of three strangers groping me under my clothes, but this sweaty animal had a tight hold of me, and his hands were now slipping onto my pussy from behind, as I felt the fingers on his right hand slip below the fabric and onto my sopping hole, as he did his best to stick a digit inside me.

I put my hand on his chest and moved back enough to let him know that was the limit, and broke free, heading back to Paul and Adele without as much as a look back.

As sat down, they immediately told me to down three shots of sambuca they had laid out for me. Of course, I did so without questioning.

They asked me to describe how I completed my challenge, and I did, much like I have above. I told them about the failure at first, then the two young dudes who both had a rub, then about the macho creep who was just trying to do everything to me.

''So,'' shouted Adele over the music, ''You didn't like him then?''

I repeated what I thought of him.

''Go and bring him back to the table.''

I was confused, and hesitated a bit, only for Paul to reach over and grab my nipple through my bra top, twisting it without mercy.

''Have we a problem here?''

I remembered my place, and did what I was told, grabbing the meathead by the hand and bringing him back, the whiff of his over-used aftershave following us all the way.

Paul and Adele had moved to the stools at the table, leaving the two-seater free, which myself and boner guy sat on together. My assailants wasted no time falsely introducing themselves as Mark and Trudi, and then Paul got straight to the point.

''So, Michael, this girl you tried to finger fuck on the dance floor is actually our slave, and we control her.''

I am not sure he had the brain power to reply but he just made some form of surprised noise as Paul continued.

''Her boyfriend is our best mate, so we have to be careful, but if Trudi here helped out do you fancy a little fun out by the car.''

''Sure!'' was all he could muster, as we headed out to the car park and ended up standing in the darkness, with no sign of life, given that everyone was inside and it was still before midnight.

''Well Mike, I can't let you fuck the slave without her partner's blessing, but how above Trudi helps us both give her a face full of memories of tonight?''

Paul was so enthusiastic that he took the slight weirdness out of the situation, and Mike nodded his head, which prompted Adele to go straight for his belt, which she undone for freeing his dick, which she began to stroke like an expert. Paul put me down on my knees and released his member into my waiting mouth.

The hard ground was sore on my knees, but that made it all the more sleazy, as Mike stood just a foot away in the hands of Adele, and Paul once again allowed me the pleasure of sucking his cock.

''He's got a big one, darling,'' she said, as Mike's dick grew in her hand, nice and thick and about eight inches in length.

''Look Mike,'' said Paul, ''The slave is looking at your dong out of the corner of her eye. Filthy whore in training.''

Adele dropped to her knees, still wanking the dick, but now within a tongues length of his meaty length.

''Baby, if the tramp can't suck it then maybe I can help Mike out?''

She didn't wait for an answer, as Adele began to devour the strangers length, shoving him fast and deep into her mouth, wanking the base as she went.

''Fuck!'' was all the alpha-male could get out.

Paul pushed my head onto his balls, and I began to lap away as he monitored his strokes and fumbled for his phone. 

''I can pop whenever Mike, just say when.''

Adele let out a playful moan of discontent, wanting longer with her new toy, but reluctantly moved a little closer so she was beside me, sucking just a little bit longer before standing up beside Mike and jerking him off as fast as she could.

A few whimpers escaped from his mouth, then a moan, and soon, he was ready to cum.

''Here it comes baby!'' he said with a sneer as my head was jerked back by Paul and I opened my mouth awaiting my punishment for being such a nasty slut.

Mike shot first, and I made sure I kept my mouth wide open for his seed, wanting to be the best slave I could be. His first stream went straight onto my forehead and beyond, but his second and third where like a shower of cum, hitting my eyes and ending almost at my mouth.

As he stroked two or three smaller shots onto my neck and chin, a blast across my nose and then straight into my mouth from Paul almost completed my facial. One more from my master fell short and hit my bra top, as Mike leant over, just an inch from my tongue, and milked his last drops of jizz onto my tongue and down my throat.

He then grabbed me and wiped his cock in my hair. I would have cleaned his dick with my mouth, but it was not my place, and a drunken Adele was quick to suck Paul, wanting a taste of his cum, as her boyfriend continued to capture everything on his video phone.

The drive home was two and a half hours baby, hence the late email, but they let me sleep on the way back, although I was not aloud to touch the cum on my face, so when I woke up in the car it was hard and pungent, but it made me horny to be so nasty.

After a long drive home, Paul stayed up to watch some sport, as he was sober so he could drive, but Adele took me to bed and made me lick her out until she came, as she hadn't been satisfied all evening.

They are letting me sleep into noon tomorrow, then I will be ready and willing again for their every need. I hope I get filled up again, and get to cum as hard as I did today. I am not sure Paul has went to bed yet, so maybe my night isn't over yet, although I can't hear any noise from the lounge.

Until tomorrow, my man.

Jade'

I knew, in the back of my head that Paul would fuck Jade this weekend, just as I know I will fuck Adele someday soon too. It was inevitable, but the extent of their effort to make Jade's stay as fucked-up as it had been so far, surprised even me.

Still, I was already plotting the next adventure, when the tables would be turned, but for now my only thought was tomorrow, and what the devilish duo might have in store for Jade.

To be continued... 



Jade's Weekend Away Ch. 03



* Once again, this falls into BDSM as well, but certainly this category too. Just like chapters 1 and 2, if you only like monogamous relationships, do not read. Thanks.



Sunday began with a text exchange between myself and Paul.

'Morning. Everything okay so far?'

'Yes mate,' I replied immediately.

'Further?'

A one word message that got straight to the point, and deserved a one word reply.

'Yes.'

Thankfully, I had a round of golf to look forward to today, ironically with my dad! So, I was able to concentrate on something else for the afternoon, rather than being consumed with thoughts of Jade's last day with our best friends Paul and Adele. I even stayed behind in the clubhouse afterwards, enjoying a beer before heading to my car. I turned my phone on for the first time in hours, and was greeted by a picture message from Adele.

I was surprised at even more contact, as it was agreed I would only receive an email at the end of each day, but regardless I opened it to find a shot of Adele handcuffed to the bed, naked, and seemingly asleep. It wasn't particularly vulgar, although it was as sexy as hell. Still, I was more confused as to why this was the picture I was being sent, considering what smut they could have sent me! I decided not to reply, and to wait until I heard from Jade later in the evening, or in the early hours of tomorrow morning if yesterday was anything to go by.

I headed home via the local pizza parlour, returning to my couch for an evening of anticipation and impatience, as I awaited a final first-hand account of Jade's 72 hour ordeal, or maybe I should say pleasure ride!

The evening crawled slowly, as the sun set, the movie ended, my shirt pressed for work tomorrow, and I knew I could be in for another long wait. Jade's email arrived just after midnight. I went to the kitchen, popped open a beer, then walked back to the desk in the corner of the lounge. I was all eyes...

'Dear Luke,

My account of things may be a little less accurate. Well, at least at first, as I don't have much of a clue about what happened. Let me explain.

I woke up at noon, as agreed, to find Adele perched on the edge of the bed. I was a little frightened at first, inhaling quickly, but quickly realised, as my eyes focused, that it was a friendly face that greeted my final day of debauchery.

''Morning,'' she said, reaching out her right hand and offering me a small glass of water. ''Drink this, my little cum-slut, then rest a little more.''

My mouth was dry, as Paul grabbed me after my email last night, as I said he might, and brutally fucked my face, cumming into my mouth and sending me straight to bed without anything to wash away the taste.

I eagerly consumed the water, before closing my eyes again, happy to know I was being allowed to snooze for while. Naive is the word, Luke... I should have known better. I have no idea what happened for the next few hours, apart from the fact I woke up just after 3pm, with both my arms chained individually to the bed frame with two different sets of handcuffs. I felt a little groggy, and my body felt sore in more than one place. I thought of shouting out, but I had no intention of getting out of bed of my own accord, bound or not, but as I was still gathering my thoughts Adele entered the room, armed with the same friendly smile that greeted me hours before, only this time she was armed with brunch, coffee, and fresh orange juice, all on a tray. She set it down, undone my handcuffs, then told me to sit up.

''Jade, were you not told not to drink anything if you weren't sure were it came from? Silly girl.''

Ah, the water, but why? I didn't have to ask.

''We know you are an obedient little whore but Paul and I wanted to make a special photo album for Luke to mark the occasion, so we turned you into our rag-doll for a while. It's up to him whether he wants to show you what happened, but you can work some of it out for yourself. You have half an hour to eat and shower. No clothes.''

And with that, she was gone. I greedily attacked my meal, but as I moved I felt a tenderness in my tits, especially my nipples, which has obviously been tampered with. I stood up and surveyed my entire body, front and back, in the mirror. My pussy had been used, for sure. It was a little swollen from whatever it had been subjected to. Cock? Dildos? Random objects? Something else? Well, you will find out before me.

My ass had two massive strokes across it, maybe caused by a belt, or by a cane. One of them will no doubt still be there tomorrow when I return home from work. I tentatively reached between my cheeks and rubbed my asshole, which seemed unharmed, and certainly wasn't showing any signs of being penetrated, or least not in any serious manner.

Did I cum? Was I fucked? Did they do things to me I wouldn't have done had I been fully conscious? All these questions only served to make me horny and ready for more. Used and abused without even knowing what they did. As I looked at my body in the mirror, I couldn't help but imagining that they had done unthinkable things to me. I hope your photo album is depraved and shocking.

I wanted to touch myself, but Adele didn't offer me that option, so instead I showered, my tits and bald gash reacting to the water on first contact. As I towelled off, I thought about Adele, realising that she had been masterminding most of the weekend so far, even though it was Paul's orders on many occasions, and his cock buried inside me. Still, I am beginning to think that she is the brains behind their perversions.

I dried and went downstairs, as ordered, to find my domineering couple waiting for me on their sofa, as they beckoned me in between them. Paul talked, although it seemed a little rehearsed, which again made me think Adele was in charge. For years, as friends, we had swapped clothes, gossiped, shared secrets, went out dancing together... now, she was in control of my sexual destiny. She had already turned me into a pussy eater, and I greedily licked her pussy as she finished taking a piss. And, even though I am in love with Paul's dick, if anything, Adele sends me over the edge quicker. I suppose doing anything with her is more taboo and humiliating. Anyway, back to Paul...

''Luke is very happy with your progress so far, and he is fine with us pushing things a little further, but we are not in the business of pimping you out to a bunch of strangers, or doing things just for the sake of it, so listen carefully to this afternoon's rules.

''In a couple of hours three of my friends are coming around to watch the ball game. I have told them I have a surprise for them and that is you. The object of today is to make sure, when they leave, that you are so fucking horny that you will be crying with frustration.

During the game, you will be passed from knee to knee, moving every time possession changes from one team to the other. The guys will be told what they can and cannot do as the game progresses, and you must submit to their directions, but not anything else. You will wear a mask over your eyes in order to protect your identity a little, but all three are from my work and only one of them has any chance of seeing you again, and he is married so would never breath a word. Understand?''

''Yes. I understand.''

''Adele will go out as she needs to keep up her innocent appearances. I have told them that you are being punished for cheating on your boyfriend, and they are not to engage you in conversation and to stay within the rules. Any questions?''

''No.''

''When they are here you will refer to me as Master. Okay?''

''Yes, master.''

''Good, now go get some beers for the fridge as I want you a little unsteady on your feet before they arrive. Bring one each for Adele and I, and two for yourself.''

As I stood up, both of them either side of my naked ass, Adele yelled, ''Stop!''

I froze, not knowing if I had down something wrong, or misheard their directions.

''Bend over where you stand now.''

In silence, I did as she said.

''Now, reach back and spread those cheeks, you kinky fucking tramp.''

Again, I didn't hesitate, opening myself up to my owners, only to feel a wet finger make contact with my dark, tight hole, then slide slowly inside me, then out again, then in, then out... five or six times. I let out a moan with each stroke, happy to be receiving attention so early in the day. At least while I was conscious, anyway. It was Adele who was leaning forward, and it was her finger that was opening my back door. She ordered me onto her knee, where she fed me her finger, which I sucked like it was her boyfriends dick.

''You would do anything I tell you, wouldn't you?''

''Yes.''

''Good, remember that today. Go get the beers. Cold ones, or you will be spending the rest of the day tied back to your bed, alone.''

For the next hour or so, I was encouraged... no, I was told in no uncertain terms, to drink at a fast pace, making sure I was well lubricated for the arrival of our guests, although it soon became clear there was another motive.

I was just about to open my fifth beer when I was told to crawl up the stairs on my hands and knees, just like before, with both Paul and Adele groping me, pulling at me, inserting fingers, and slapping my ass as I went. I was guided into the bathroom, and once again made to pee in front of them. All weekend this made me so nervous, and so excited at the same time. It was so primal and forbidden. My gash was throbbing as it tried to manage the excitement while at the same time allowing me to flow as normal. I lifted myself up a little as I went, in order to give them a better view, and I knew I would soon be on my knees helping them relieve themselves as well, but this time was different.

As I finished, Paul told me to sit back on the seat as much as I could, which I did immediately, my head a little light from the alcohol. He then towered over me, grabbing his cock and aiming at the four or five inch gap between my pussy and the toilet seat.

He broke his seal, managing to guide his flow to within a couple of inches of my cunt. Fuck, Luke, I was on fire. This was so dirty and depraved and I could do nothing about it. The part of me that thought this was disgusting was the very same part that was making me go insane with lust.

''Reach down and pull your lips apart, as tight as you can, then bring your tightened clit onto my piss.''

I was shaking a little, and just managed to slide my hands down to carry out the command, then I raised my hips and his stream shot straight against my most sensitive place. Oh my God.

From the minute its warmth touched me I was moaning and panting like some some of trailer park nymph. It felt like nothing else, Luke. His drinking made sure that his stream was also quite hard, so it was actually like some sort of liquid vibration, and he just kept going and going, as I begged him to never stop.

''Fuck, that feels amazing! Use me, Paul. I'll do anything! Piss on me, please...''

He just smiled, and began to move, his piss covering the part of me that had pubic hair on it until friday evening, as he ordered me to cup my cunt and rub it as the fountain rained down on my entire sex. I began to tremble, only to be told not to even dare think about cumming. I slowed, catching my breath, sticking two fingers inside me as Paul finished up and I naturally leant forward to take him in my mouth and make sure nothing was left. All the while, Adele just stood and watched, grinning like some sort of mastermind, surveying the results of her wicked plan.

I was then told to clean up and put on the outfit that was on the bed, as our guests would be arriving soon. I had ten minutes to prepare. Luke, I was almost disappointed as I expected Adele to use me just as Paul had, but instead they just left me.

I washed as fast as I could, drying off and slipping into the tiniest white cotton thong, a white tennis-style skirt and a strapless top that literally was held by the elastic at the top, and hung loose just at the bottom of my tits, if that. I stepped into the high-heels, then put on a small mask, like cat woman would wear, just covering the top part of my face while still allowing me to see. I have to say, I looked hot, but felt even hotter inside, my pussy already soaking the thong I had only just put on. I made my way downstairs, to find Adele gone and Paul on his chair holding yet another beer out to me. Ten minutes later, and the doorbell sounded.

''Go welcome your first guest.''

''Yes, master.''

I made my way through the hallway and opened the door to a guy, about thirty years old. He was average everything, unshaven, unwashed and wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt. His skin was certainly not white, but not black either. I thought he was Greek, or maybe Spanish.

''Fucking hell,'' was all he muttered as I turned and walked in front of him and back towards the lounge, careful not to talk to him, while he didn't directly engage me as originally asked by Paul.

He hugged his friend, happily accepting a beer and immediately adapting to the situation. Paul welcomed him by his name, which turned out to be Jay, which could have been short for something.

''I can't fucking believe this, Paul. You are a legend. Thanks for inviting me. She is fucking hot. Can I have a taste?''

He was told to wait until kick-off, and as he was asking Paul to make me at least show him, and I quote, ''her dirty little cunt'', the doorbell rang for a second time.

I didn't need to be told, and seconds later I was face to face with a baby-faced student type, who looked all of about eighteen, and was finding it hard not to stare at his shoes.

We made our way inside and, again, there were hugs, but this time the young lad - Matt was his name - was a little more embarrassed by the whole thing.

I sat on the sofa with Matt, with Paul and Jay on chairs facing each other, the coffee table in between them. I was sent to fetch beers and snacks, and soon was opening the front door for a third and final time, just five minute before kick-off, this time to a sophisticated man in his fifties. Well toned, well dressed and very calm.

With not even a word, he brushed passed me, met with a shout of ''Boss!'' by Paul. That made sense. If ever there was a way to help with promotion, this was probably it. I was told to stand, as the boss took my seat, nearest to Paul.

More beers were delivered, as the sight of my barely covered ass was met with approval from the boss and crude Jay, who commented, ''If there is overtime I am fucking that ass!'' My assailants laughed.

I was loving the unwanted attention, and the more I didn't want it from these three strangers, the more my body cried out for it.

As I returned, Paul said, ''Okay guys, every time possession changes to the other team, you must pass her onto the next knee. I am not playing, so it's just the three of you. Each quarter, I will raise the stakes. First quarter, you can make use of her tits and tits only. Any stepping over the boundary and you are done, but enjoy yourselves, and don't worry about what she wants.''

A minute later, and I was perched on the knee of Paul's Boss, who was called Jeremy. The ball kicked off, his hands on my waist, and straight away a fumble not he return meant I was moved on to Matt before anything happened!

I could tell the young guy was nervous, like he was getting his first lap dance, his hands running up and cupping my tits over the top of the material, which was beyond polite, although by third down, thanks to lurid encouragement from Jay, he had moved underneath and was squeezing me tentatively. So far, I felt a little awkward, and was thinking for the first time that Paul and Adele might have judged this wrong. That opinion soon changed as a punt was sent into the air and Jay hollered for his turn...

As soon as I was on his knees, he yanked me top up and immediately began kneading at me, working his whole hands from the base of my tits, eventually using his thumb and forefinger to twist and pull at my nipples, causing me to flinch and yelp and moan and lift off his knee in reaction to his public unveiling of my chest, and his assault on it.

He laughed often, leaning forward and whispering insults into my ear, the television turned up loud enough to ease the situation and keep everyones focus split between the sport and the slave.

''You are in trouble tonight... you fucking love this, don't you? I am your worst nightmare, bitch.''

Paul had chosen well. The older man, the nervous kid and the dirty bastard.

First down after first down followed, as Jay turned me to face him, ordering me to rub back and forward against his groin, like a lap dancer. He was a fucking pig, and I loved it. Not in a million years would this guy ever get to touch me if it wasn't under Paul's authority, but here I was performing for him, as his loose dick in his tracksuit began to grow, and grow, and grow, and grow. Simply... fucking... huge. Shit, I think Greek might be right. It felt as thick as the width of my entire pussy as I gyrated my hips, as was his wish. This seemed to be within the rules, as he pulled me back and forth, using my breasts as handles, gripping them hard.

Touchdown, i think. I wasn't keeping track. Cheers all round, apart from Jay who now was alternating his mouth between my nipples, sucking a little, but mainly issuing me with short, sharp bites that made me jump every time, bouncing back onto his big pole. 

Paul directed me to crawl across to Jeremy, my skirt way to short to stop them all seeing my ass and pussy, concealed only slightly by a patch of white material.

The boss made me lean back, so my head is against his shoulder, his dick pressed against the small of my back and also hardening with every moment. He touched me like a man of experience, circling my nipples, massaging me, and causing my body to react and move to his experienced hands. I closed my eyes and moaned deeply as he systematically caused my juices to soak into my skimpy panties. He stopped as the cheers went up, possession changing again, and I was passed back to Matt who, goaded by Jay, had a proper rub of my titties, making me face him, as he too licked my nipples, only without any of the force or expertise of my other two part-time captors. He was my least favourite. The nicest one... the one that had the youth and the looks... the one who was bashful and grateful... yet my body responded least to him, much preferring the experience of Jeremy or the humiliation at the hands of Jay. 40 seconds left of the first quarter, and a field goal was converted. Back I went, on my hands and knees, to Jay

Immediately, he pushed me straight back into the previous position, only this time grabbing my hand and placing it on my right tit. He leant forward, an inch from my ear.

''Pull at your own nipple. If you aren't hard enough, I will destroy your other one.''

I began to yank at my teet, pulling it out outwards, my actions naturally curtailed by my instinct to stop when it hurt, but straight away he twisted my other nipple 180 degrees in a split second, causing me to yelp, although my sounds were drowned out by a sudden cheer from the room, and in a flash I was crawling back across the room to the grey-haired Jeremy. I had never been touched by someone so old. It made it all so fucking sexy and distasteful. Something impressive happened in the game, a big hit or something, and the men's attention was briefly focused only on the game. End of first quarter.

After returning with more beers for my four masters, Paul spoke...

''Pussy now guys. Panties must stay on, and you can only use your hands. No mouths, and she mustn't cum. And don't touch her mask. Enjoy.''

Jeremy immediately pulled me onto his knee, facing him, my legs straddling him. He pulled me in close, telling me to rest my chin on his shoulder, as close as I could to his ear. 




Jade's Weekend Away Ch. 03



''Tell me just before you cum.''

His hand slipped straight under my skirt and inside my panties, two fingers slipping inside me and immediately pushing to the top of my tunnel. His thumb met with my clit, as he held me almost like a bowling ball, and began to work his magic. Holy shit. His touch was refined and experienced, at times slow, at times fast. He knew exactly what he was doing, and within a minute I was telling him to stop, even though I wanted more than anything to cum on his hand. Thirty seconds later, and he was off again, and within a minute I was back on the edge. 

I was sure my pussy must have been pulsing into his hand, swollen and begging to be satisfied. Another quick rest on his shoulder and he was off again. How long was this drive going to last?!

Six times I had to stop his wonderful hands from bringing me off, and as I fell onto Matt's knee, I was weak and dizzy with lust. That wouldn't last. Matt stuck a finger straight up me, as I faced him, just moving it in an out with ease, without any skill or prowess. He leant forward and licked my tits again, as timidly as he had before. I almost fell sorry for him, but he obviously hadn't had much experience. He was the 'best friend' type.

Still, he got about three minutes of game time before another field goal saw me make the short crawl to Jay, who would have no such problems with shyness.

''Straddle me and fuck my fingers like it was my dick.''

I did as told, spreading my legs as I hovered above his waist, my feet actually on the seat either side of him as I lowered down onto his two waiting fingers, which entered with ease, as I began to lift myself up and down, my hands using the back of the chair for balance.

''Faster... all the way to my knuckle...''

I was sweating down the back of my legs, as I pounded down onto his digits, which bent inside me every time I reached my lowest point. Two fingers became three, and now he was beginning to stretch me open, and my workout became more and more degrading, and more and more fucking enjoyable.

Then came the little finger, and now I was slamming down onto his entire hand, not needing any encouragement to keep up my pace. I was on the brink, and had to stop quickly, choosing to rest with his four fingers buried inside me. I was panting hard, almost breathless.

''You want to cum so badly, don't you? If Paul wasn't here you would let me do anything, wouldn't you, bitch?''

He was right, Luke. I was crazy with lust, completely hellbent on getting cock and cumming as many times as possible, but that wasn't my call... it was Paul's.

I had only began to work up a pace again, when I heard my name being barked and I was back on Jeremy's lap a few seconds later, where I would spend the last three minutes of the first half being brought to the edge of bliss and then cruelly deprived of my climax. Half time came, but I didn't.

Instead, I was sent to the kitchen to make pizzas and prepare their football feast. It only took me about ten minutes to ready their snacks and for the oven to heat up, and I returned with more beers. What happened next, Luke, was one of my favourite moments of the entire weekend, and so kinky. It began with a question...

''Master, can I please go to the bathroom?''

''Of course, slave. Take off your panties.''

I slipped them down my legs, bending over as I did, my ass naturally spreading in the directing of Jay as I hooked them off.

''Let's go boys!,'' enthused Paul, as he pushed me in the direction of the kitchen, opening the back door, and shoving me into his back garden.

''On the grass, and make sure we can see.''

Standing just outside the door, they watched in silence as I made a ten yard rush safely onto the grass, turning to face them, before leaning down, placing both hands behind me to steady myself, spreading my legs and pushing my pelvis upwards. I pushed, and out came a strong ark of piss, a couple of yards in length, watering the grass in front of me.

''Jesus!'' was all Jay could manage, as I felt the relief, mixed with a fire in my cunt, as eight eyes looked directly into me as I pissed in front of them, shamed and disgraced. 45 seconds later and the last dribbles landed just below me, some running down my lips, as the men clapped my performance.

As I stood up, Paul tossed my pants at me.

''Put them on and finish the food.''

As I sat waiting for the pizzas to cook, I just wanted to finger fuck myself to orgasm, but I would never dishonour my master in such a way. As I returned with the pizzas, the third quarter was almost half over.

''We need to eat, slut,'' said Paul, tossing me a nicely sized dildo. ''Lie beside the TV and fuck yourself with this for the rest of the quarter, and see if you can be more interesting than the football.''

I put on a real show, pulling my panties to the side, sticking the seven inches inside me, assaulting my hole, even sucking my own juices off it. My audience were at home with the depravity now, and were just as interested in the pizza as my trashy performance. Only when I stopped, again due to being too close to the edge, did Jay say, ''She's ready to burst Paul. This is fucking cruelty.''

Third quarter over, I was made to clear away the mess, then told to return to Jeremy's knee, not knowing what to expect in the fourth quarter, which was already underway as my humiliation began again.

''Guys, for the rest of the game, be creative. Tell me what you want to do, and I will decide if you can. Whoever's knee she ends up on at the end, gets a wank. The other two of you can wait until you get home!''

There were cries of 'not fair', but the rules had been laid down, and Jeremy, rather than ask, simply stated, ''she is going over my knee.''

I was flipped around, my skirt pulled over my back and my panties pulled down to my knees. Suddenly, it felt that more eyes were on me than the game, as Jeremy rubbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, warming it up in his hands, before landing his first blow, then another, and then another, causing me to flinch every time.

Then, he ran his fingernails over his handprints, sending shivers up my spine, before connecting with a thwack. Why wouldn't he just drop his hands down and finger me? My pussy hadn't been touched by any of them in what seemed like ages. This was torture.

He continued to make my cheeks burn, but it was his touch after the slaps that made my slit twitch and leak. Field goal. He pulled my panties up, and gestured his hand towards boring Matt, who took almost a minute just to decide what he wanted to do. What a fucking nerd.

''Can I fuck her with the dildo?''

Big fucking deal. Thankfully, an interception meant I only had a couple of minutes of him lamely trying to please me, slipping a few inches slowly in and out of me. I looked across my shoulder, seeing Jay with a smirk on his face, partly because he knew he was next and also because he also probably thought Matt was wasting his chance, something Jay definitely did not. He was quick to address Paul.

''Can I stuff her panties inside her?''

Paul laughed, and nodded his head, as I stood up and removed my used thong once again, handing it to my perverted tormentor. He made me lean back, facing away from him, resting my head on the side of the chair. He told me to use my arms to hook my legs up, which spread me open like a cheap whore, as he then leaned in between them and began to feed the small piece of material into my cunt.

The sensation was strange, but they disappeared easily into my wetness, before I was ordered to walk around the room, to cheers and wolf whistles, before returning to my position, as Jay roughly reached inside me with his thumb and forefinger, and slowly teased them back out of my hole. He then traced the soaking material up my body, pushing me up into a sitting position. He rubbed the drenched panties over my face, holding them over my nose and causing me to gasp for breath.

''Open wide.''

I did so without questioning, as he stuck them into my mouth, like a magician pushing a handkerchief into his hand.

''Now, suck them.''

All eyes were on me, as I was made to extract as much of my pussy juice and bodily fluids out of the material that had been pressed against my private holes all day. With each suck I gasped for breath and pushed myself to carry out his dirty order as best as I could. As they were fished out of my mouth, Jay tossed them at Matt, who nervously dodged out the way, causing much merriment in the room.

''Can she rub me through my clothes?''

Again, he was given permission, as a lengthy period of possession left me in his hands for more than one twisted chapter.

Both my hands dropped onto his huge, hard cock, which moved freely inside his loosely fitted tracksuit bottoms, almost as if he wasn't wearing any underwear. I had to use both hands to fully grab it, as I straddle his legs and he pulled me by the hair right into his face, so our noses were almost touching, my head slanted partly to the side under his painful grip.

''Jerk it up and down. Now.''

I began to work up and down his covered shaft, able to get my hands right around it, separated only by the baggie cotton material. It was like wanking off a steel pipe.

''Do you think it could fit inside you? Would you like that?''

''Yes! I would try,'' I replied, ''It's so fucking big. It might split me open.''

''Is it the biggest you have ever felt?''

''I once had one like it.''

''And? Tell me more.''

I was now very hot and gripping his monster dick enthusiastically. He knew just how to treat me... badly.

''I couldn't get it in so I had to suck the head and jerk it off into my mouth.''

''Would you make more effort for me, even though I can tell you hate me?''

''Yes, I have never been this wet before so I...''

Touchdown. Five minutes left, and Jeremy was back in play. He wasted no time.

''Can I finger her ass?''

''Mmm,'' said Paul, ''Seeing as you are my boss, okay.''

Jeremy simply looked into my eyes and said, ''Same position as when I was fingering your pussy, same rules.''

I did as told, and he was immediately back inside my pussy, his thumb on my clit, but this time his ring finger was rubbing against my back door, threatening to penetrate as he pushed his fingerprint onto my tight hole. This guy was a master, as I reached the point of of climax in less than a minute!

''Please... stop... I can't... breath.''

Thirty seconds later and he was working his skills again, this time pushing the tip of his finger into my asshole after more pressing, and straight away I was lifting off him slightly, my hands almost ripping the back of the sofa open in desperation to cum.

He simply held me in place, my strength almost gone, then methodically began working me over again, his fingers now deep inside both my holes, his thumb controlling my every contortion. He was toying with me now, stopping and starting every time he sensed I was close. A field goal and I fell off his hand, in between him and Matt, the two minute warning coming up after the kick off return, as I was first ordered to fetch more beers, including another for myself which I almost downed in one, much to the approval of the room.

As I resigned myself to Matt's control, if you can call it that, hoping beyond hope that this wouldn't be the last possession of the game and I would end up having to wank off his pin-dick. I only had to wait a few seconds as, before he could even get a request out of his mouth, the kick returner fumbled the ball andy possession switched immediately again.

Jay jumped to his feet. ''Yes! Must be my lucky day.''

And mine. I wanted to pull off Jay's dick, as I knew he would make it as uncomfortable as possible for me, and I wanted to make his big snake spit it's venom all over the place. Yes Luke, I wanted to wank off the man who treated me the worst, and this was entirely possible as the team in the lead had the ball and were just running the clock down. The other side only had one timeout left. Jay's request caught me by surprise.

''I want to watch the end of the game so I am going to use her as a footstool.''

Everyone chuckled as I got onto all fours in front of him and he swung his legs onto my back, letting out a comical sigh of satisfaction. Not only had he forced me to eat my own panties, but now I was just a rest for his feet, as he shouted at the clock as it ticked down to zero, knowing that, at the moment, it was his cock that would be winning my attention. At least I could see the game from my position as a piece of fucking furniture, which was oddly exciting. I suppose it was a form of humiliation, and my pussy stayed on high alert.

Running play after running play, bar the one time out, meant the clock kept ticking, and with just eight seconds left, a simple kneel from the quarter back meant that ignorant, arrogant Jay would get to stick that monster into my hands for real. I couldn't wait for him to hopefully rough me up and exploit me more.

''So, everything that went before plus a wank?''

''Yes.''

''Can she lick my ass?''

''No. No tongues either way.''

''Can I cum anywhere?''

''On the outside, yes.''

The party of four soon became two, as Jeremy and Matt headed off into the night, not even as much as acknowledging my contribution. They had fingered me, left marks on me, and watched me piss, but I was not worth a goodbye.

Paul sent me to the bedroom with Jay, with his blessing, ordering me to walk behind him with my head bowed, saying as I disappeared...

''Slut, you know the rules. Stick to them. Anything outside and you come back downstairs.''

Once inside the bedroom, he closed the door and told me to strip naked, apart from my eye mask, which I did in silence. As I did so, he removed his top, revealing a slightly out-of-shape, hairy torso.

''On your knees. Come over here and take off the rest of my clothes.''

I pulled on his waistband, yanking his loose fitting jogging pants down. As I'd guessed earlier, no underwear. His huge, rigid tool flopped out as I moved my head to avoid getting thumped by it, as it stretched passed the back of my head. His hairy balls hung like a horse, his meat thick and veiny. It was easily twelve inches long and thicker than an aerosol can.

''Jerk it an inch from your face. Come as close as you can without touching it. Blow on it.''

I began to move my hands up and down his shaft, breathing on his hugh helmut, my arms burning with the effort I was putting in. It felt almost unnatural for a man to have a cock like this. It took all of my willpower not to force it into my mouth, which wanted to be used, as did my pretty little pussy. I knew it wasn't going to happen, but the thought of this 'thing' pushing inside me, attached to such a vulgar asshole was driving me insane.

As I worshipped his dick, I was hoisted onto my feet by my hair, and thrown to the bed, as Jay laid down on his back and told me to climb on top of him, in the 69 position. He made me lift my legs so he could move his hands behind me, and ordered me to continue as I was, pulling at his thick tool just a tiny distance from my mouth, as he began to shove his fingers into my pussy, cramming three in at once, working up to his fourth within three strokes.

My hand speed increased as I tried to steady myself, as he stretched me with his hand, brutally pummelling my cunt. Jay was moaning, whilst spluttering insults in my direction. I was pushing back into his hand, which continued to piston in and out of me, his knuckles threatening to break through inside me. 

He removed his soaking digits and began to rub the juice into my asshole, which caused me to jump, as I was under strict instructions to obey the rules. Then I remembered that Jeremy had fingered my ass. Something told me that Jay wouldn't be as forgiving.

''Why have you stopped bitch? Keep wanking my dick or I will fist you.''

His very words made me cringe, his alpha-male mannerisms everything I detested. Perfect...

His first finger slipped straight inside me, hardly stretching my puckered hole, but his second caused me to flinch as my most personal area was invaded by this animal. I was now pummelling his meat with all my might, as he inserted a third finger inside me, quickening his stroke as I relaxed and surrendered to his sordid actions. It felt like I was being fucked up the ass by you Luke, as he treated my tight hole like it was my cunt.

My hands were a blur as his balls tightened and I could feel his dick pulsate in my hand. His fingers left my ass, as he pushed me off him and onto my back, jumping onto his knees and taking his cock in his hand, moving just inches away from my face, letting out a roar as he blasted me with his seed...

It may have taken a while for him to climax, but his donkey dick covered my face with shot after shot... in the eyeholes of my mask, up my nose, dripping from my chin and, with his third big load, directly into my open mouth and down my throat.

''Scoop it into your mouth, you fucking cheap slag.''

I used my fingers to trace over my covered face, directing his fluid onto my lips and tongue, swallowing as I went. He milked his dick just an inch above my mouth, dripping the remaining spunk inside me. I wish I could have cleaned him off properly with my mouth.

He grabbed his clothes and headed out of the room with a conceited snigger, dressing as he went. I put on my clothes, cleaned up a little, and waited until I heard the front door close, then returned to the lounge, minus my mask.

Paul greeted me with a smile, his arms raised out in front of him.

''Slut, you did so very well. Ten out of ten. Get naked, then lie down on the sofa with your legs spread and await your reward.''

Within 90 seconds Adele was opening the front door. She must have been waiting around the corner for Jay to finish his dirty deed.

''Ah!'' she beamed, ''There you are whore. I hear you have been a very good girl.''

She kissed her boyfriend, then they both sat either side of me, before Adele issued the final act of my wild weekend. 

''So, you can cum now. The choice is yours how you do it. One, you can have Paul's cock in your pussy, but you must lick my pussy and ass clean. I have been out with friends at the bar and am all hot and sweaty. Two, you can suck Paul's cock and I will bring you off in whatever way I chose fit or, three, you can simply please yourself with your hand as we video it, and you can cum as many times as you want.''

I thought for a little while, making it seem a more difficult decision than it was. I knew I would go for the most degrading option, the one that made me nervous and excited.

''One, please.''

Adele laughed knowingly.

''You are a well trained tramp, aren't you?''

She stood up, strutting over to the chair where Jay had sat, pulling her top off and undoing her belt and buttons, before bending over, knees on the floor, tits pressed into the seat, ass tilted in the air. Paul watched, eyes wide, removing his clothes as he did, his cock already hard and ready to fill me up.

''Come on then,'' Adele purred, ''Come get what you want.''

I kneeled down behind her, pulled her jeans down first, before reaching for the sides of her thong.

''Oh no! Your teeth.''

I leant forward, now on all fours myself, grabbing the very centre of the thong, wrestling it down as she moved her hips to accommodate. The smell of her sex was strong, a mixture of heat, juice and must, as my nose brushed against her puckered hole. It was then I felt the tip of Paul's beautiful cock touch the outer limited of my cunt, as Adele's blonde pussy came into view and her panties joined her jeans at her knees.

I leant forward, holding my breath as my tongue lapped at the entire length of her ass, matched my Paul's stabbing of my twat, his length sliding into me, finally giving me the release I had been aching for. I didn't move, my body rigid so I could please at both ends.




Jade's Weekend Away Ch. 03



Adele's taste was getting better with every lick, my tongue doing a good job of removing any signs of her busy night out, before she lifted her hips a little, giving me the cue to move onto her pussy, which was soaking from the buzz of making me eat out her holes.

Paul's pace was picking up and my pussy was now sucking him into me, my stomach fluttering with the early throws of a huge orgasm, as I shoved my face into Adele's most private area, smothering myself as I exploded all over Paul's cock and balls, my screams muffled slightly by Adlee's cunt, as I finally got what no-one had given me all day.

As I caught my breath, I reached my tongue down to Adele's clit as I did my best to bring her off. Paul pulled out of me, so I thought he was close to cumming, but instead I felt his slippery meat push against my asshole, as he eased his helmut inside me with a pop, as I relaxed and opened for him, no doubt helped by the stretching Jay gave me earlier with his fingers.

Adele, looking back, was breathing heavier, urging Paul to stick it in me, as his breathing became deeper and faster with every inch he inserted. He must have only got about four inches inside my asshole before contorting and offloading his cum inside me, causing him to stab even deeper as he climaxed. I gritted my teeth and soaked up the slow impaling I was receiving, like a good little slut.

He stayed inside me, softening slightly as I lapped at Adele like a seasoned lesbian, reaching up and rubbing her asshole like Jeremy had with me, causing her to wail in pleasure as I pushed her over the edge.

My face covered in Adele's juice, I was swung around and Paul stuck his dick in my mouth as I enjoyed the taste of his cum, my pussy and my ass. I savoured it, Luke, knowing it would be my last chance to enjoy your best friend's dick this weekend. I was almost smiling.

Adele took me by the hand, telling me that I would go to bed without a shower and with cum up my ass, and that, in the morning, I would wear the same clothes to work as I did on friday. She said I have to leave before eight o'clock, but not before preparing breakfast for them. Luke, she then gave me a long, lingering kiss, our tongues darting in and out of my mouth. It was so sexy.

So, I am now going to bed, after a weekend of abuse at the hands of our special friends. I can't wait to see you on Monday, when I hope you will use some of the lessons of this weekend to give me the welcome home I deserve. Also, we must plan for our next adventure. Who's next?

Love Jade.'

I closed my computer, my head still blurred with the images of the day, and the weekend as a whole. It had gone according to plan and the boundaries were pushed without being broken. Paul fucking Jade was inevitable, just as Adele getting fucked by me will be very soon. Thats not what our foursome was about. It was about expressing ourselves, being creative, and living out our sexual desires without embarrassment.

As I came one last time, lying flat on my bed, my thoughts were not of Jade's weekend, but of the next episode. Would it be all about me? Paul? Adele? I had a few ideas.

On Monday, at work, I received a parcel from a courier, marked 'private', and inside was a photo-album, revealing to me exactly what Paul and Adele did to Jade on sunday morning as she lay helpless. Still, I have decided to keep that my little secret.